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The Ties That Bind Us	By : KaiBlueOtaku Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Renji/Shuuhei Views: 3623 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Bleach and all its characters are owned by the talented Tite Kubo. I own only my story, and am merely borrowing them to tell it. I receive no payment for my writing.

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Summary: The Alternative Metal cover band Desgarron (comprised of lead guitarist/singer Grimmjow Jaegerjaques, base player/singer Shuhei Hisagi, and drummer Renji Abarai), has just finished playing another great show in another small club. Returning to Grimmjow’s place to celebrate, the guys are living the dream… That is, until band politics and jealousy issues begin to rear their ugly head. Luckily, Hallibel has an idea to help smooth over the tension between the bandmates. M/M/M Lemon.
DISCLAIMER: Bleach and all its characters are owned by the talented Tite Kubo. I own only my story, and am merely borrowing them to tell it. I receive no payment for my writing.
A/N: Desgarron is Spanish for “Laceration,” Japanese for “Panther King’s Claw.” It was the name of the attack which Grimmjow told Ichigo was his most powerful technique. When I decided in Urahara’s Arrancar Rehabilitation Center that Grimmjow would be playing the guitar, the idea of him starting a metal cover band came up, and I discussed with my husband what a good name would be for the band. He thought “Pantera” would be good, since that was Grimmjow’s Resurreccion, but for legal reasons, I thought it was questionable to borrow the name of a pre-existing, fairly famous band, as the name of a fanfic cover band, who would not be playing Pantera songs. And besides, I thought “Laceration” was an amazing name for an alternative rock cover band headed by Grimmjow.
This is unofficially a sort of songfic, though FanFiction does not allow posting of songfics, so that makes this officially NOT a songfic… HOWEVER… The songs from Desgarron’s playlist at this show are on the playlist I listened to while writing, so they heavily flavored the story. If you are very interested in the songs on their playlist, PM me, and I can send it to you.
                WARNINGS: Coarse Language. This is M/M/M Lemon! Which means this will have explicit scenes, between males! Three of them! Don’t like, don’t read- nobody is forcing you. Consider yourself warned, you come past this point of your own volition. Also, negotiably could be considered borderline dub-con.
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                The final fading chords of their ending song hung on the air as Grimmjow and Shuhei pulled the cables on their guitars, and waved to the screaming crowd, retreating off the stage. Renji pitched his drumsticks into the audience and ran after them, laughing.

                “Renji, you’ve got to stop doing that,” Shuhei scolded the red-haired drummer, grabbing a towel and a water bottle from the stool he had placed them on before the show. “That’s getting expensive.”

                “Aww, c’mon, Shuu,” Renji teased, grabbing the smaller man around the waist and yanking him back against his chest, nibbling teasingly at his neck.

                “F… fuck, Renji!” Shuhei hissed, glancing over Grimmjow, eyes wide in abject horror. Grimmjow only leered amusedly, which earned him an unexpectedly cold glare from Renji. “Not in front of everybody,” Shuhei chided quietly, pushing Renji off of him and walking toward his gear to stow his base guitar.

                Renji straightened and leveled an icy gaze into the blue eyes of the lead singer behind Shuhei’s turned back. Grimmjow scoffed, taken aback. “What the fuck is that for?”

                The drummer glanced quickly at the crouching form of his boyfriend, the base guitarist, and then back at Grimmjow. “Nothing,” he spat rudely, and set about dragging the cart with his drum cases on it, to the stage.

                Grimmjow ran his fingers through his electric blue hair, and shook his head in confusion. Shuhei came up behind him and watched Renji breaking down his drum kit with more vigor and slamming than was really necessary. “What the fuck is wrong with him?” Grimmjow asked the slender, dark-haired base player at his side.

                Shuhei sighed. “Who knows, Grimm. He gets pissy like this sometimes, and it’s been more than usual lately. I’d like to figure out why. Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything about the drumsticks, or maybe I just should have let him screw me right in the wings here off-stage.” He crossed his arms pensively and watched Renji banging his drums into their cases.

                Grimmjow was flabbergasted at these uncharacteristically coarse words from Shuhei, and gaped at him. “Wait… What?”

                The tattooed man at his side glanced at him briefly. “You saw the way he grabbed me just a second ago, pulling me against him like that?” Shuhei sighed. “He was hard as a rock. I guess he’s a little worked up for some reason, and needs to blow off some sexual frustration.”

                Grimmjow was somber. “Shit… Are you guys still coming over after we get packed up?”

                Shuhei shrugged. “I don’t know. I’ll go talk to him, just wait over here.”

                Grimmjow cringed as he saw the scathing look that Renji was giving him, which shifted to fall squarely on Shuhei as the drummer watched his boyfriend cross the stage. They had a quiet, but heated discussion, Renji gesturing animatedly in anger, tossing caustic glances Grimmjow’s way occasionally. Shuhei was getting defensive in response to Renji’s attacks, Grimmjow could see that much, but he tried to busy himself with winding up power cords instead of trying to eavesdrop on his band-mates’ conversation.

                “We’ll be over,” Shuhei said with an exasperated sigh, coming up from behind as Grimmjow turned to face the man. “He doesn’t want to go, but we need to hash this out.”

                Grimmjow was confused. “Hash what out?”

                The dark-haired man busied himself with winding cables, waving dismissively at the guitar player. “We’ll talk about it later, at the house. I don’t want to get into it right now.”

                Grimmjow’s stomach churned. Shit, that sounds serious… He wondered what in the world could be such a big deal. He hadn’t been holding out on them, and had evenly split every payment they had ever received for the gigs they played at the local clubs, so he knew that wouldn’t be it. What could have Renji so bent out of shape?

                They loaded the van up with the equipment, and Grimmjow climbed into the driver’s seat. Renji flopped overdramatically into the passenger’s seat, and yanked his seatbelt on, glaring out the side window, refusing to make eye contact with Grimmjow. Shuhei climbed in the back and they got on their way across town, to the small rental house where Hallibel and Grimmjow lived, and where the band stored their equipment and did their practices.

                Grimmjow silently backed the van into the driveway, and they unloaded the instruments into the garage. Hallibel was still up, and came to the door, a soft grin on her face. “How’d the show go tonight?” she asked. Renji slammed something down and gave another hard stare at Grimmjow, then pushed past Hallibel and went inside toward the bathroom. Her eyes widened, and she looked questioningly back and forth between her boyfriend and Renji’s.

                Shuhei sighed and went inside to grab the case of beer they had gotten earlier to celebrate with after the show. He cracked one open and took a sip, shaking his head in reply to Hallibel, and sat down on the futon couch in the middle of the garage. He pulled out a second beer and then handed the case to Grimmjow as he opened the can and passed it to Renji, who had just stormed back into the room. The red-haired man snatched the can and took a long pull off of it, then glared at Grimmjow, and pointed an accusatory finger. “You stay the fuck away from him, do you hear me?”

                “What?” Grimmjow was sincerely confused, and Hallibel stepped out of the doorway, coming into the room to stand at Grimm’s side in a gesture of moral support. The tension in the room was growing thicker by the second.

                “You heard me,” Renji snapped, taking another long drink. “I saw the way you were getting all cozy with him up there on stage, leaning your back against his while you were playing… Just keep your distance, alright?” He flung himself down on the futon couch, and Shuhei reached to touch his arm, but Renji jerked away angrily. “Don’t. Not right now.”

                Grimmjow stared wide eyed at Hallibel, who herself wore an inexplicable smirk. She seemed to know something Grimmjow didn’t, and he shook his head at her, silently asking, Well? Are you going to share?

                “Renji,” she began softly. He glared up at her, not quite as directly angry at her yet as he was with the other two. Hallibel crouched down in front of him, and gave him a soft smile. “Are you jealous of their chemistry?” The drummer opened his mouth, and then shut it again promptly, glowering at Hallibel. She chuckled musically, much to the annoyance of the three men gathered in the room. “Renji… That’s all it is, it’s just chemistry on the stage. The two of them don’t have anything going on on the side, I promise you. Grimmjow would have told me, and he hasn’t said a thing.” She glanced back with a hint of threat in her eyes, and her Omega shook his head, vigorously denying any possible accusation. Satisfied, and turned back to Renji, and laid her hand on his cheek. “Renji,” she said in a quiet tone, drawing a look from him that was finally less angry, and more pained than anything. “Grimmjow has a lot of animal magnetism. He can’t really control it, and I’m sorry for that. It serves him well on the stage, and apparently, Shuu has been playing to that. I’m sorry if it’s made you insecure in any way, but you should know… Even if there was something going on between them, it wouldn’t be a threat to you two.” Now it was Renji’s turn to look confused.

                Hallibel explained. “He’s bound to me, Renji. His soul is mine. I’ve let him have his fun in the past, because yes, his sex drive is insatiable, even for me.” A licentious look was briefly exchanged between her and Grimmjow, before turning back to Renji. “But none of the rest of it means anything. I am his Alpha, and he is my Omega, and we are mated. I know we’re not Hollows anymore, but there’s old magic in these souls of ours, and something as ancient and deep-laid as those rituals doesn’t get cast aside so easily. So I assure you, even though there is nothing going on between them… That even if there were, it would be no threat to you and Shuu’s relationship.”

                Renji nodded numbly, and allowed Shuhei’s hand on his arm finally. “It’s like she said, Ren… It’s just the stage chemistry. I mean, you feel it too, when the crowd gets amped… Remember how hard you were after the show tonight? It’s like that.”

                Renji averted his eyes, and a hint of color spread across his cheeks as he mumbled something incoherent into his beer can and took another long drink, finishing it off and grabbing another from the case.

                Hallibel grinned and stood, folding her arms. “Oh, I see now what’s really going on here,” she teased. Renji glanced at her, mortified, and she laughed. “Don’t be ashamed, Renji,” she offered, going over to the perplexed Grimmjow and wrapping her arms around his chest, giving him a loving gaze. “As I said, he has a lot of animal magnetism… It’s hard not to, after all.”

                “Wait… Did I miss something here?” Shuhei asked, taking a sip, trying to catch the eye of his boyfriend, who was shamefully glaring at the floor, in spite of Hallibel’s reassurances.

                “You and me both,” Grimmjow agreed, looking in confusion at Hallibel’s knowing smile. He opened his can and took a drink.

                “Isn’t it obvious?” Hallibel lilted. “This whole conversation was started because Renji was a little too turned on by watching you two on stage.”

                Grimmjow sputtered his mouthful of beer back into the can, and Shuhei’s eyes widened. Renji bowed his head into his knees, covering it with his hands, as if trying to hide himself. Shuhei leaned over him, whispering, “Is it true, Ren?” even though his partner’s response was more than enough of an answer.

                When Renji glanced up, Hallibel was crouching down in front of him, a look of mischief in her eye. “It’s true, isn’t it? Tell them.” He nodded in a defeated manner, only serving to widen her lascivious smile.

                “Would you like to see more?”

                The question deadened the room, and nobody made a sound as they all pondered the implications of this.

                “Renji…” She gripped his jaw, and turned him to face her. His eyes were full of guilt. She brought her mouth close to his ear, and in the silence of the room, her whispered words could be clearly heard. “Do you want to watch my Grimmjow fuck Shuhei?”

                Renji shuddered, and closed his eyes. She ran her fingertips down his neck lightly, sealing the deal for herself as she stood. She looked at Grimmjow with a smile. “But I get to watch.”

                Grimmjow gave a maniacal laugh, and kissed her hotly, then turned to Shuhei and started moving toward him, undoing his belt. Hallibel popped him in the back of the head with an open palm. “Don’t just rape him, baka!” she scolded. “Look at him, he’s terrified.” She went over to the confused and trembling Shuhei, and knelt before him. “Shuu, listen to me… It’s going to be ok, alright? This is going to help clear things up between the three of you, trust me.”

                The base player looked at his boyfriend, who was still looking down in shame. “Do you really want this, Renji?” he asked, skeptical. No reply from Renji.

                “He would have said so if he didn’t,” Hallibel reasoned. She glanced at Renji as she spoke the next words. “He’s ashamed at himself, that he finds the idea of it so arousing. He shouldn’t be. There’s no shame in it, no shame in pleasure or arousal, when it’s given freely.” When she pulled back, her spot was taken by Grimmjow, and he brought his face close to Shuu’s, his breathing heavy, a serious look on his face.

                “Hey,” he whispered, the slightest hint of a smile on his face as he brought his nose to Shuu’s, and nuzzled him softly. Shuhei instantly moaned, shocked at how quickly the tension in the room from the argument shifted into a sexual desire for him. Grimmjow began planting tiny kisses down Shuu’s jaw line, working toward his throat.

                The dark haired man glanced over at his boyfriend, and was strangely aroused to see him watching, enrapt. He reached out, and entangled his fingers in Renji’s, receiving an approving squeeze in return.

                “You can stop them at any time,” Hallibel assured Renji. “Or join them,” she added, almost as an afterthought, eliciting a shocked look from Renji and Shuhei both, and a snicker from Grimmjow, who began to lick and suck softly at Shuhei’s neck.

                Shuhei sighed, and leaned back heavily into the couch, followed closely by Grimmjow, who pressed against his body with his own, his hand finding the hem of the dark-haired man’s shirt and pushing it up a bit, fingers teasing at the bare skin of his side. Shuhei jerked a little, tightening his grip on Renji’s hand, and glancing helplessly up at Hallibel, who leaned against the wall with crossed arms and a pleased smile. She didn’t seem bothered in the slightest by this, and Shuhei wasn’t sure if he was comforted or disturbed by that. He was drawn out of his thoughts though and firmly anchored into his body as teeth clamped onto his shoulder, and he cried out, arching his back. Grimmjow pulled back for a moment, afraid he’d hurt the base player, and glanced at Renji.

                “Masochist,” Renji offered, and was met with a sparkle in Grimmjow’s eyes.

                “Is that so, Shuu… hei?” Grimmjow asked breathily, punctuating his words by running his nails up a quivering flank, and then dragging them down with force. The base player gave a half-stifled cry, slumping a bit, trembling under the rough touch. Grimmjow glanced back at Hallibel and motioned with his head toward the back of the futon, and she understood his meaning. She moved behind the couch and released it, lowering the back and spreading it back into a bed. Shuhei had not been expecting that, lost in his rapture, so when the back of the couch fell away, he clutched at the blue-haired man. The tight grip brought a pleasantly amused hum from Grimmjow, and he pressed the base player back firmly into the newly flattened cushion, redoubling his efforts at the dark-haired man’s throat, each bite pulling another drawn-out whine from Shuhei’s lips.

                Renji adjusted to recline on his side, watching them, utterly enthralled. Hallibel’s whispered words in his ear shot a bolt of electricity through him. “You look like you might enjoy joining them… Why don’t you?” He glanced up at her hesitantly, but she smiled sincerely and inclined her head in a permissive bow.

                He didn’t wait to be invited twice. Renji crawled across the futon, and pressed his mouth over Shuhei’s whimpers, slipping his tongue into the shocked mouth of his lover, who only knew that Grimmjow’s mouth was already busy on his throat. His eyes flew open, and he gazed deeply into Renji’s eyes for a moment before closing them again in submissive satisfaction, returning the kiss with passion.

                Grimmjow sat up a bit, sensing someone close to him, and watched the two of them with a smile. He glanced up at Hallibel and she nodded approvingly at them. When Renji pulled back, his eyes met Grimmjow’s, and he glanced back at Shuhei again, indicating Grimmjow take a turn. The breathless Shuhei didn’t get a chance to even collect himself before Grimmjow pressed against his lips and tongue in a hungry assault. Shuu saw Renji watching with need, and shivered as he felt fingers creep up his inner thigh. He wasn’t sure whose they were, and at this point, he didn’t even care; he was completely awash in sensation.

                Grimmjow pulled back, looking to Renji, and there was an instant of measured tension between the two men; then, Renji reached up and grabbed Grimmjow’s hair and pulled him into a deep kiss. Grimmjow smiled and returned the gesture, tongues battling for dominance as Shuhei watched in utter shock from below, writhing in desperate want. Renji finally pulled back with a satisfied smile, and pushed Grimmjow playfully back toward Shuhei’s mouth. The blue-haired man returned to the kiss that Renji had interrupted.

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                Someone pushed the side of Shuhei’s shirt up to his neck, and Renji began to lick and suck at his right nipple, teeth teasing lightly, tugging at the silver ring piercing there. A muffled groan was swallowed by Grimmjow’s penetrating kiss, but released into the room as he sat up to see what was going on. He watched for a moment, and grinned as Renji pushed up the other side of the shirt, fingers stroking over the hardened nipple, pulling gently and twisting a bit at the ring there. His eyes spoke volumes to Grimmjow, inviting him to join in the fun, and Grimmjow gladly complied, shifting his weight off of Shuhei’s body and lying alongside of him, matching Renji’s position as he watched the red-haired man’s mouth carefully, trying to mimic the motions on the other nipple. Grimmjow knew that Renji’s inherent familiarity with Shuu’s body would show him how to assist with bringing the most pleasure to their shared ‘victim.’

                “Oh, f…fuck!” Shuhei cried, a tear escaping his eye and rolling down his face toward his ear. He shook his head, gasping. “Ngh… It’s too much…”

                “Too much, he says, Ren,” Grimmjow said, shooting a dangerous grin at the drummer. “Should we show him too much?” Renji smiled comfortably, and nodded. “How do you want to do this?”

                Renji’s face became thoughtful as he flicked his tongue across Shuu’s nipple, causing the slender man below him to jerk. “I get to top,” Renji assured, slight hesitation in his voice.

                Grimmjow nodded in understanding, a mischievous grin lighting across his face. “Would you mind if he sucked me?”

                Renji grinned himself, giving a little shiver, and began to undo his belt. “Hmmm… Alright, but me first.”

                Shuhei hadn’t been listening, lost in his pleasure, so was shocked when he was flipped over by strong hands, and placed up on his elbows before Renji’s quivering arousal. He automatically wet his lips and ran his tongue over the beaded fluid at the tip, then followed the trail down the shaft, where it had been weeping for some time. Renji tangled his fingers in the short black hair, pulling at the roots. Shuhei moaned as he buried the erection in his mouth suddenly, his moan sending shivers of delight coursing through Renji, and he groaned to match his lover. Grimmjow rubbed in restless anticipation at his straining jeans, seeing that Shuhei was rather skilled with that sweet-tasting mouth of his. He leaned in and ran his tongue over Shuu’s side, nipping at the sensitive flesh there, sending the dark-haired man into a low guttural groan, which caused Renji again to match him with his own voice as the vibrations traveled from Shuu’s mouth, up Renji’s length. The blue-haired lead guitar player dug his nails into a jean-clad thigh with a grin, and the other two increased their volume.

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                “This is nice,” Grimmjow murmured, eyes hazed by lust as he glanced up at Hallibel. She smiled indulgently at him, a look which he took to mean, You’re welcome. She seemed to be enjoying herself thoroughly just with the watching, and he knew good and well that when it was all said and done, and Renji and Shuu were cuddled passed out on the futon, she’d be taking him back to their room and having her own way with him. Grimmjow shivered a little at this knowledge, which he could read clearly in the fire that burned in her eyes, and she made no effort to hide it. She gave him just a little teasing flicker of her Reiatsu of Dominance, and he trembled, sending a tendril of his own Dominance back at her. Her eyes rolled back for a moment, and he saw her knees weaken as she staggered just the slightest bit to regain her balance. She gave Grimmjow a scolding look, and nodded for him to pay attention to completing the task at hand, which he was happy to oblige.

                Hallibel knew it had been a long time since Grimmjow had been with anyone other than her, but also that monogamy wasn’t in the feline’s makeup. She had a high sex drive herself, but all the same, he’d been wearing her out lately with his constant demands, and so she had decided that maybe a little something harmless on the side would do him some good. It wouldn’t be so bad even if this became a regular thing between the four of them, she admitted to herself. She knew that after it all, Renji would realize just how unfounded his insecurity had been. Grimmjow loved the both of them equally, as brothers, and there was no way that he would ever come between them or play favorites.

                Hallibel chuckled inwardly at her clever solution to disperse the tension growing between the three of them. She had to admit; watching them writhing there before her on the futon was highly arousing, but she wouldn’t join them. She’d have her way with Grimmjow after the three of them were done, because she knew he wouldn’t be fully satisfied by that point, though the other two would be more than that, probably falling instantly asleep, exhausted by the insatiable lust of her Panther King. She could see the look in his eyes, from his occasional glances, that he was saving the hottest portions of his fire for her. These two couldn’t handle but the merest brush of his scorching instinct, she knew, and they’d be sapped by that much; but Grimmjow’s appetite was merely being whetted by this.

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                Grimmjow’s fingers deftly worked the belt buckle of Shuhei’s jeans, and he felt the slender, compactly muscular man tremble with anticipation beneath his confident hands. He slipped the denim down past Shuu’s hips, and looked to Renji, who was enjoying himself thoroughly. “Hey,” Grimmjow called, drawing the drummer back to a blurry semblance of reality. Grimmjow’s smile was matched by Renji’s, and the drummer nodded. Grimmjow leaned down to Shuhei’s ear, and whispered, “Alright, Shuu… Slick him up, we’re going to switch.”

                Shuhei mumbled something around the arousal in his mouth, and worked his tongue furiously. Grimmjow prompted him for clarification, and when Renji withdrew and shifted his position, Shuhei looked up at Grimmjow with hazy, half-lidded, deep grey eyes, and a shy smile. “I said, I like the pain,” he admitted, and the guitar player couldn’t contain his shiver of excitement.

                “You’re something else, know that, Shuu?” Grimmjow asked as he moved in front of him, undoing his own pants and sliding them down. “I never expected something like that from the quiet, well-mannered Shuhei Hisagi.”

                “I hope you’re not disappointed,” Shuhei teased, and didn’t wait for a reply before dragging his tongue down Grimmjow’s length. The ex-Espada gave a shuddering curse, and clutched at the short black hair in an attempt to ground himself against the intense sensation.

                Shuhei himself froze then, and moaned, “Ahh… F… Ngh… Fuuuck… Renji,” as his head fell to the mattress and his arms shook weakly. Grimmjow looked up at Renji, who was gripping Shuhei’s slim hips and pressing into him with no warning, a look of sadistic ecstasy painted across his face. Grimmjow smirked, and glanced again over at Hallibel, who still leaned against the wall, arms crossed, smiling libidinously at the trio. Grimmjow could smell the heightened pheromone levels his Alpha was emitting in her obvious arousal, and it was driving him insane. He didn’t want to hurt Shuhei, but keeping himself under such strict control with these two was getting more and more difficult, especially with Hallibel watching. His Reiatsu of Dominance would crush them both, he knew, and so he continued to struggle against his instinct, holding fast to the knowledge that soon enough, he’d be able to unleash his full lust on her.

                Shuhei tried to steady his arms, and push himself back up to attend to Grimmjow’s suddenly neglected erection, but the pain of Renji pressing into him was exquisite, and his body went limp. His hips only remained lifted because Renji held them, and he fell back into his lover’s lap, crying out as tears of pleasured agony slipped from his eyelashes and wetted the futon cover. He gritted his teeth and pressed back against Renji, both of them moaning in tandem at the sensation of him being fully buried inside. They sat stilled like that for a few moments, as Shuhei relaxed around the thickness. He raised a shaky hand and laid it on Grimmjow’s length, swirling the pad of his thumb over the tip, spreading fluid over the head. He felt Grimmjow jerk, and heard the sharp, hissing intake of breath. Shuhei finally managed to pull himself up, and glanced back over his shoulder at Renji, who smiled at him.

                “Do you want me to?” Shuhei asked vaguely, and moaned as Renji thrust into him.

                “Yes,” Renji replied huskily. “Suck him. I love watching you two… It’s so fucking hot, especially when I’m buried inside of you, Shuu.”

                A collective moan of pleasure fell across the room at Renji’s confession, and Shuhei raised his eyes, looking up at Grimmjow, who was rubbing his length against Shuhei’s cheek. Grimmjow gave a soft smile, ruffling the dark hair playfully as he slid the tip of himself against moist lips. A hot tongue peeked out to lap at the fluid there, a string of it stretching from Shuu’s lips to Grimmjow’s slit, and they both quivered at the sight of it before Shuhei buried that length in the scorching hot pocket of his mouth. Grimmjow gave an animalistic growl at the introduction of a swirling tongue, twisting along him in burning trails of wet pleasure.

                “Ohh, damn,” Grimmjow murmured. “You’ve trained him well, Renji.”

                Renji grinned as he slowed his thrusting to an agonizingly deliberate pace, wringing a guttural lament from Shuhei, followed right on its heels by a moan from Grimmjow, as the vibrations from Shuhei’s vocalization travelled through him. He slumped forward, catching himself against the base player’s back, digging his nails into the tender flesh along his lower spine. They both cried out together again, and Grimmjow momentarily pressed his head against Renji’s chest, glancing up into the rich coffee-colored eyes of the drummer.

                “Hey,” Grimmjow murmured with a smirk. Renji smirked back at him, and lifted Grimmjow’s chin as he leaned down toward him.

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                Tanned fingers twisted into thick red hair as Grimmjow pulled Renji into an insatiable entanglement of tongues, both of them panting heavily, hands roaming under sweat-drenched t-shirts, sliding over slick and fevered flesh. Grimmjow tugged the other man’s shirt off over his head, and Renji’s hair tie came undone in the process, his vermilion mane cascading freely over his shoulders then, brushing the black abstract tattoos adorning his chest, creating a glorious splash of color to the stark contrast.

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                Grimmjow brushed the long hair over behind the owner’s shoulder, and ran his tongue along the black marks, nibbling and sucking at stiff nipples, causing Renji to buck against Shuhei, who let out another passionate whimper, and trembled on his knees.

                “You’d better go, if you’re going to,” Renji whispered to Grimmjow, who looked up questioningly. “He’s about to collapse, I’m going to have to lay him down on his back…” he said, glancing down at Shuhei.

                “Hmmm…” Ice blue eyes fixed on the drummer, Grimmjow sat up a bit, and pointed to a spot between his neck and shoulder, pulling Renji’s head toward him. He complied, and began to lick and suck at the spot, extracting a keen of satisfaction from the guitarist, who tightened his grip in the sanguine locks. Renji bit down, digging his teeth into the soft flesh with the same increasing intensity as the fingers that yanked steadily at his hair.

                With a raspy growl, Grimmjow gave a final thrust, and spilled his scorching hot release into Shuhei’s encompassing orifice. He drew back just as Shuhei fell onto his forearms, his elbows finally giving out on him. He looked up with a pleased smile, and Grimmjow took his chin in a tanned hand, tipping it up. “My, you have trained him well, Renji,” Grimmjow laughed as he inspected the pale, tattooed face. “You didn’t spill a drop, Shuu. Impressive.”

                Shuhei glanced back over his shoulder, and faltered for a moment. “It’s alright, Shuu, I’ve got you,” Renji assured his lover. The dark haired man let out a cry as Renji withdrew, and he sagged against the mattress, held aloft only by a strong arm around his waist, which lowered him gently and assisted him onto his back. “Better?” Renji asked tenderly, and Shuhei replied with a soft smile and a nod.

                His face turned to anguished ecstasy as Renji penetrated him again, and his hands clutched at the bare back that bowed over him. Red hair spilled over two sets of heaving shoulders, and brushed tattooed cheeks as they rocked together, making nondescript vocalizations of their mutual pleasure.

                Grimmjow tucked himself back into his jeans and zipped up, then lay alongside the lovers, and reached a hand in between them to wrap around Shuhei’s own neglected arousal. “AAH!” he wailed, not expecting the contact, and bucking wildly against Grimmjow’s encircling fingers. Renji reached a hand under Shuhei’s waist, to lift his hips and shift the angle. “Oh, f… fu-uu-uck,” Shuhei began to sob, tears welling up and quickly beginning to stream from the corners of his eyes and across his temples, following the path of gravity dictated by his position.

                “Oh, I’m… Ngh!” Renji groaned, and gave a few final, urgent thrusts, painting Shuhei’s insides with his release. Not a moment later, Shuhei himself climaxed, shooting up onto his stomach and covering Grimmjow’s hand with his sticky fluid. His head fell to the side and he lay panting, spent. He whimpered as Renji withdrew and Grimmjow released him, and glanced half-heartedly at the mess he had made.

                Grimmjow looked up at Hallibel, who was still watching, a softer look in her eyes now. “Hey, Tia, could you…” He raised his hand, just about to ask her to fetch and hand towel, when Renji’s mouth descended unexpectedly upon his fingers, and a tongue began to lap away all traces of the liquid. Renji smiled as Grimmjow leaned over the dark-haired man’s stomach, proceeding to clean that area in much the same manner.

WWWWWWWWWW

                Shuhei protested weakly, twitching and moaning in over-stimulation, nearly unconscious already, completely exhausted now that the three of them were done. Grimmjow looked him in the eye, and smiled gently, pressing his palm to Shuhei’s cheek for a moment of unspoken communication. The base player smiled drowsily back, and returned the gesture limply before snuggling into Renji.

                The drummer leveled a tearful, serious look at the blue-haired man, and brought his hand behind the other’s head, leaning into him and pressing their foreheads together, holding him there for a long moment. “Thank you, Grimmjow.”

                “Anytime, brother,” Grimmjow replied with uncommon sincerity, bringing his hand up behind red hair to pull into him tightly. “I love you both…” He leaned back, and gripped Renji’s forearm in a returned gesture of camaraderie. “Are we good now?”

                Renji lay down beside the already slumbering Shuhei, and smiled, nodding. Hallibel had procured a blanket from somewhere, and she draped it gently over the two of them, inclining her head to motion to Grimmjow to follow her and let them sleep in peace. Renji reached his hand toward her and she took it warmly, enclosing it between her own, and bending down to kiss the back of it. “Thank you, Hallibel,” he whispered, curling around his slumbering lover.

                “See you in the morning, Renji,” she told him softly, turning off the light and pulling the door closed behind her and Grimmjow.
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