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Title: Pouting Can Lead To Something Good
Fandom: Bleach
Chapter: 1 out of 5
Characters: Renji, Ichigo, Gin, Aizen, Shuuhei
Word Count: 1,666
Warnings: Nothing much, talk of cheating
AN: This is one of my shorter Mini's, sitting only at 5 chapters in length. But! That is because I split the original idea into two parts because the second story focus' on another pairing and I might come back to this pairing.

Do some more happy going on with them. We'll see.

For now! Enjoy. :D

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Renji was pouting.

There was really no other word for the stuck out lip and the eyes that were from a puppy that had been kicked after their toy had been taken away. ‘Then again, he has every right to pout after what he found that asshole doing ta him,’ Ichigo mused to himself. He sipped his soda before he put the bottle down onto the table. “Renji, do you want to tell me what you walked into now? I have no idea what has going on and I need to know what it was so I know what I’m kicking his scrawny ass for this time.”

Renji looked up to his fire headed friend before he sighed and allowed his head to thunk onto the table, the rest of the bar ignored by the two friends. “I walked in on him balls deep in some little bitch,” he said as he lifted his head, rubbing at his forehead absently. “I knew that he had been fucking around on me, but I didn’t actually have the proof. Grimmjow, for all that he’s a rough around the edges bastard, was really good about hiding shit and talking me round.”

“He has had time to learn how best to talk you round,” Ichigo reminded him. Grimmjow had been their friend since they had been five and outcasts amongst their peers because of their hair color. Renji and the blue haired male had started dating when they had turned eighteen, just over four years before, but the last year had been rough on the redhead who was draining another beer. “Do you know how long those two have been fucking?”

“Oh yeah. I made sure I asked. After I threw my thankfully empty water bottle at the assholes head post-happy moment.” Renji sighed, smiling when the waitress dropped off a plate of food for them along with fresh drinks. “Thanks.” Waiting for her to leave, he reached out and snagged a fry. “Apparently they started to fuck when Grimmjow went on that one trip with his class to America. They had been rooming with the little twit and they had gotten plastered one night. They started fucking and never stopped, even when they got back.”

“That trip was, what? Eight months ago? Tell me, did they have designated times to fuck or something?” Ichigo asked, tilting his head to the side as he shoved a hand through somewhat longish hair.

Renji snorted around his fry. “Let’s see. Whenever I had a class and they didn’t have them? The times that they were ‘studying’? Whenever I went out with our friends? Take your pick. It was pretty much whenever I wasn’t around to stop them,” he stated before he snarled and savagely bit into his fry.

Ichigo eyed the mangled fry in his friend’s hand before reaching out and grabbing one for himself. “That poor little fry. Whatever did it do to you?” he drawled. Renji snorted with laughter. “So, who’s his little fuck toy?” he asked.

“You really want to know what sucks? It’s that the bastard is Grimmjow’s other type. His name is Luppi. I think he’s in your pottery class,” Renji said, shaking his head, his ponytail flipping back and forth. “He was way too fucking happy to tell me, in graphic detail, how often they had fucked in our bed. The very bed that I had bought for us after we had broken our last one. I think that I need to burn the mattress and sell the frame now.”

“You can’t stand it to look at it now?” Ichigo asked as he finished his soda, putting it aside. He would have been drinking with his friend but he was probably going to be the one to drive. He wanted to be sober, just in case.

“Yeah, and it was such a nice bed to,” Renji sighed to himself. He had bought it as a surprise on his and Grimmjow’s third anniversary, using some of the money from his trust fund. He hadn’t been raised by his parents unfortunately, both of them not caring enough to be there for him before they died in a tragic train accident. But he had been raised for most of his life by his grandparents. His parents estate had been watched over by some illegitimate uncle of his, and his trust fund tended to just sit there and grow money. He had used some of that collected money to buy the bed but now he was pouting about losing it. “Man, I really liked that bed. It looks like I’m going to have to und down a new place and a new bed.”

“How about you just move in with me for the moment? Tatsuki is mostly over at Orihime’s place now days. And I’m really thinkin’ that they’re gonna go for their own places soon so that I can use a new roommate,” Ichigo said.

Renji sighed and nodded his acceptance. “Yeah, I guess I can do that. At least until your neighbors piss me off again,” he teased. Ichigo blushed and huffed.

“I will have you know that I work hard to pay for that rat hole,” Ichigo grumbled at him.

Renji just chuckled and nudged his shoulder in amusement. “If I do move in with you, I’ll hunt us down with a better place and cover the extra rent. No problems,” he promised. Ichigo sighed and nodded. “Maybe I’ll get a three bedroom place and drag Hana in with us.”

“I think he’s rooming with Luppi right now, isn’t he? He’s got some screwy hours being the med student that he is as it is,” Ichigo mused, shifting in his seat as he thoughtfully reached out to grab a mozzarella stick. “It seems to work well for those two as long as they stay apart. Already, yeah, let’s find a new place. We’ll find a new place and we’ll bring Hanataro with us. Fuck letting him deal with the prissy bitch.”

“I’ll start the search tomorrow. You get to break it to Tatsuki that she needs to actually get her ass in gear and move in with Orihime full time,” Renji stated, sighing softly. “Man, why did I waste almost four fucking years on that dick? And what really sucks is that the sex started bad and ended bad. He didn’t even want to switch at all for the last year. I had absolutely no idea why.”

Ichigo choked on the bite of his mozzarella stick, hitting at his chest. “You mean to tell me that the supposedly top dog and macho stud muffin Grimmjow wanted to be fucked instead of doing the fucking?” he asked, his eyes wide. From what he had known of Renji’s and Grimmjow’s relationship, Grimmjow had always been a switch, but still mostly topped. Or so it had seemed.

“Oh yeah,” Renji grunted, shrugging one shoulder. “He gave this bullshit excuse that when he had become the assistant manager at his work caused him to be so stressed that he didn’t want to top.” He snorted in disgust. “Instead it’s just because he was fuckin’ Luppi every chance that he could get.”

“Well, fuck me,” Ichigo sighed, shaking his head and looking around the bar. “Let’s head on out. I don’t think that either of us really wants to be here when the party really starts.”

“Yeah, not really,” Renji hummed. He waved their waitress down to get something to take their food with them. “You get the to-go box. I need ta piss,” he said, sliding out of his chair as Ichigo wrinkled his nose at him. “Be back in a few minutes.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Just make sure to text me if you’re gonna be longer to have a quick fuck,” Ichigo teased, getting flipped off as Renji headed for the bathroom.

Renji sighed as he stepped into the barely lit hallway that lead towards the bathrooms in the back, pushing through the door to the one he wanted. Doing what he needed to do, he washed and dried his hands, heading back to Ichigo. He never noticed that rich blue eyes watched his trek back and forth as silver hair fell over them, the man’s friend smiling at him. Brown eyes twinkled in amusement as his lover stifled a snicker into one strong shoulder.

“Did something catch your eye, Gin?” the friend drawled, blue eyes flicking to his brunette friend and his lean lover.

“Perhaps,” Gin drawled. “I think that I need ta talk with a certain bouncer. I’m sure that he knows his name,” he continued. He turned around and watched as Renji handed over a set of keys to a slightly shorter, slimmer built male. He idly noted that the other male had hair that fell into a shaggy cut, looking as if it had been a while since he had trimmed it back. The locks fell into chocolate colored eyes as the man stood. He made a note to tell Mizuiro about him, thinking that he looked like his type. “Him and his friend I do believe,” he noted, his eyes returning to the tattooed red-head that had caught his eye.

“It sounds like a fun time to me,” the lover said, getting a knowing smirk from his partner as a strong hand stroked over his hip and down to cup his pert ass. “Just get me the names, Gin, and I shall have the history soon after.”

“Thank you, Shuuhei. I have a feeling that this shall be fun,” Gin chuckled as he watched the two friends walk out, noting that they both walked with easy grace. One that was only found in fighters who had trained long and hard. “Aizen, do stop trying to molest my information gatherer for the moment? I need him to be away of any information that I’m going to give him.”
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