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Title: Pouting Can Lead To Something Good
Fandom: Bleach
Chapter: 3 out of 5
Characters: various
Word Count: 2,337
Warnings: talk of future sexual intercourse
AN: Is this actually on time? Yes, yes it is. Because I'm alive! I think.

Maybe.

Enjoy.

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It was nearly three weeks after the break up for Renji to finally have time to get away from things, and the moment that his post went life, Gin started to get ready for seduction. As he dressed, he decided to wear a simple pair of jeans that hugged his legs and a dark blue shirt that went well with his coloring.

Making sure that he had his short trimmed hair neatly brushed out, he grabbed his keys, specialized wallet, with his hopeful pack of lube and condom tucked into it, and his jacket. With everything on his person, he left his penthouse apartment and walked into the connected garage with a smirk.

It didn’t take him very long to arrive at the club that Renji had decided on for the night, and even less time to get in and get a drink. With his beer bottle in one hand, Gin settled into a booth in a dark corner and started to watch the dancers on the floor, dragging his attention to light the candle that sat in the middle of the table. Each offered table had them, unless the table was built for a group. The smaller tables though had them to signal that the person or persons were looking for a partner. It was a very subtle code that only those who knew where the matches were would understand.

It wasn’t very hard to spot the one that he wanted for the night though. Renji had perched himself on a tall chair with Ichigo and some of their other friends. They all held drinks and were looking highly amused by something. Gin watched as red-brown eyes swept over the club as they took in the candles that were glowing and the people that were there already. His lips tugged up into an amused smile as he sat back and sipped his drink, waiting for those eyes to swing in his direction, catching them in a glance.

He had to chuckle into his beer bottle as he smirked, watching a soft blush spread over Renji’s nose as the other male looked away from him and shifted in his seat. Ichigo watched the interaction with curious eyes, his soda held in one hand, seeing as he was once more the designated driver of the group.

“I think he might be watching you,” he cooed at his friend, taking the chance to tease him. Renji just groaned at him and looked towards where the man was watching their group with eyes that glittered black in the gentle light that was thrown out by the candle. “And he’s looking for some fun tonight if his candle is anything to go by.” Renji snorted at the way Ichigo drew out the word fun.

“Oh just fuck off, Ichigo,” Renji groaned and rubbed at his face. His eyes flicked towards Gin once more. The man was still watching him, drinking from his bottle as his hair glinted, shifting between a pure silver to a silver with a sheen of lavender. The lights from the dance floor barely glinted off of it, leaving the man in his corner mostly hidden by shadows, the candle light showing him just enough to tell what he looked like. Shifting, he looked away. “Fuck.”

“Well, you did come out looking for someone who made feel like prey,” Kiego snorted into his drink, getting hit on the shoulder by Tatsuki. “Hey! Bitch. ‘Hime, put a leash on your girl,” he complained.

Orihime just rolled her eyes at him and giggled around her mai-tai straw. “No, I don’t think I will, Keigo, my friend,” she said as she put her drink down onto the table, leaning forward, her tank top barely constraining her chest. “So, what are you go do about him, Renji?” she asked.

“I have no idea really,” Renji huffed, his eyes catching sight of the man as he shifted again, a smirk dancing on thin lips. “But I have a feeling that he will come to be eventually if I don’t go to him,” he mused. He had to admit that the man was very good looking, if not shorter than what he went for. And he was slim, slimmer than even Ichigo was. But there was just something about him that screamed power and it made his libido sit up and take notice.

“I say that you go for it. He’ll be different than the guys that you tend to pick up when you do this shit. Hell, he’ll probably be different than the guys that you date,” Rukai drawled as she and Ishida walked back up. She slid into her chair next to Keigo, the brunette male smiling and kissing his girlfriend’s cheek. Uryu took his own seat next to Sado.

“I hate you so very much some days, Rukia,” Renji groaned before draining his beer bottle. He idly wondered if he could get away with getting completely and utterly smashed before he remembered that he did have to work the next day. He sighed as he waved for a fresh bottle, paying the waitress with a not when he delivered. “What if he turns out to be some kind of ass that’s just out to get fucked instead of doing the fucking?” he asked. Keigo wrinkled his nose at the thought of his friend doing anything but kissing.

Then again, the guy still squirmed when it came to talking about sex with any of his friends, including his girlfriend.

“What you do then is walk off and leave him behind with blue balls,” Tatsuki told him, Sado nodding his head in agreement. “You’ll have your phone with you the entire time to so it won’t be like that you’ll be helpless. And you are a trained fighter.”

“Just give me your keys for your car just in case you decide to catch a cab please,” Ichigo said, wiggling his fingers at his friend. “I should onto them anyways, since I’m the one that is driving. Again.”

“Next time I’ll play designated driver but we all know how Renji is with his baby,” Orihime offered teasingly.

“You didn’t just scratch my baby, Orihime, you put a fucking dent into it that cost me nearly ninety dollars to have it pulled so you could miss a cat that was already on the sidewalk. You could have just stopped you know, my brakes won’t die on you,” Renji stated as he handed over his keys.

Ichigo just snickered at him as he slid off of the stool and grabbed the chain that he had attached to his pants, pulling out the ring that held everyone’s house keys. He hooked the new set onto it before he shoved them into his pockets again, Renji amazed that he could at the moment.

“Alright, I’m going for it, I really am. If nothing, I will come back and continue to hunt someone I know will fuck instead of being fucked,” he finally said, standing up from his chair.

His friends ‘good lucks’ followed after him as he strolled over to the table, one hand tucked into his back pocket. Coming to stand before the table, he cocked his hip to the side, Gin smirking up at him before waving a long fingered hand at the seat next to him. “Decided ta come over finally?” he asked once Renji had sat down.

Renji bit at the inside of his cheek, feeling the way the accent rolled through him and slowly lit simmering fires in his body. “Yeah. Considering that you were staring at me like I was the tastiest thing in the club pulled me in,” he said, glad that he was able to keep his voice from wavering. But just barely.

Gin smirked once more, turning his head to look at Renji as he laughed softly. “I couldn’t help it actually,” the other man drawled as he reached out to flip the small lid up onto the candle holder. With no airflow, the candle was quickly snuffed out, leaving the two in their mostly dark corner. “My name is Gin. I’ve noticed ya around a few times but I could have sworn that you were with the blue guy.”

“His name is Grimmjow, the ass, and I caught him in bed with someone else,” Renji snorted before he sniffed in disgust. “I had to burn that bed and sell the frame to. Luckily I found that I wasn’t too attached to it. But my name is Renji. What exactly are you here for? I noticed the candle but you can never quite tell with some people.”

“Ta be honest, I was really hopin’ ta find you and well have a little fun with ya. I saw ya few weeks ago and got yur name from Nnoitra soon after that. Started ta follow yur journal,” Gin admitted after a moment. He smiled at the slight blush that he got, feeling rather proud of himself as he shifted in his seat. He didn’t often admit to what he did or what he wanted to do. “So? Are ya interested in some fun?” he asked as he jerked his head head to a small hallway that lead to a set of stairs.

For all intents and purposes, the rooms upstairs were only open for those who wanted to get away from the main area of the club or wanted to have a private party with friends. But with the large couches and the inbuilt floor pillows, they tended to be used for other things. The owners had an unofficial rule that if you were to fuck in their club that you made sure that you cleaned up after yourself.

He and Grimmjow had often used the rooms when they had come to club for a quicky before they had gone back to their dancing and hanging out with friends.

Nibbling at his bottom lip in thought, Renji came to a decision and nodded his head, sliding out of the booth. He waited for Gin to follow him before he started for the hallway. He noticed that most of his friends, expect the amused looking Ichigo, had hit the dance floor as they passed the table. The two friends exchanged looks before the smaller male smirked and waved his phone at him to remind him to text should he go home with his fun.

Nodding his head, Renji stepped to the side once they were in the hallway, allowing Gin to take the lead, paying for the room with his card before he took the keys from the guy with a smirk.

Once they found the right room and the door closed, Renji gasped in surprise when he was pressed firmly up against the door, the shorter male purring and pressing his body firmly against his. “Now that I have ya alone,” Gin growled. He loved the soft moan from his larger partner as he melted against the door, slumping just right to bring their groins together.

Rolling his hips into Renji’s, he growled when he felt Renji rapidly hardening in anticipation, reaching up and using the ponytail to drag the man into a kiss. It was all tongue and need as they rocked together. Renji was so wonderfully responsive, big hands clenching at his hips before they ran up his back to hold onto his shirt tight. The hand not fisted in bright red, silky locks roamed down a well defined chest, finding a nipple that budded at his questing touch.

Pulling back from the kiss after long moments of just devouring the other’s sweet mouth, Gin licked his lips and hummed softly, enjoying the wantonness on his partner’s face. Pressing a light kiss to Renji’s chin, he made a happy sound. “I think I’ve decided on somethin’,” he mused, his voice rich with desire.

“And what’s that?” Renji whimpered as Gin trailed his mouth from his chin down over his jawline and down his neck, pausing to create a mark high up on it.

“I have decided that I’m not gonna fuck you here,” Gin stated as his hands moved down to reach back and squeeze Renji’s ass at the whine that his words got. “Instead I think I’m gonna take you home, lay you on my bed, and have you every which way. I’ll especially enjoy makin’ sure that you’ll be feelin’ me for a long time after we part,” he promised, the words dark and rumbling.

Renji whimpered and shuddered at the promises. He hadn’t felt lust hit him so hard as to leave him feeling weak kneed and on the verge of his climax, especially just from some kissing and rubbing. But he was finding that he was feeling that way, wanting nothing more than what Gin had just offered him. “Alright,” he breathed, his eyes opening to stare at the smirking man. “Just,” he started, swallowing, “got to text my friend.”

“Text as we leave out of the back door. You’re lookin’ rather ruffled,” Gin chuckled as he pulled away reluctantly, allowing Renji to catch his breath. Once he was sure that they had calmed enough to walk out of the club, he lead his partner to the back exit. He dropped off the key to the room to the person that stood there with a nod of his head as Renji sent off a text on his phone.

Once they were sitting in his car, Gin’s hand was in Renji’s lap, teasing him through his pants with knowing, stroking fingers, his other hand on the steering wheel. He was finding that he was quite loving Renji’s face when he was being pleasured. And the little sounds that he let loose as he held onto the seat was just as lovely.

Gin couldn’t wait until he had Renji pinned down on his bed and opened up around his cock, nice and slick and tight.

It was going to be glorious.
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