Log Post

[anotherangryred]

Who: Giovanni and Renji
What: Cracktardedness. They play with the puppy and then just...erm...play.
Where: Soul Society
When: The other day. After Gio and the twins had their session.
Why: Because Renji wanted to see Gio afterwards.
Also: No witnesses.



Renji was only slightly out of breath as they exited the tunnel that was the only way for a living person to reach Soul Society. He knelt so that Giovanni could climb down from his back; the redhead had insisted on carrying him, because the young man had looked rather tired. He could only imagine what Tag with those manic-looking twins had entailed. "Unfortunately, the trip never gets any more pleasant," he muttered, dropping his eyes to the blonde.

Giovanni didn't open his eyes until they were out of... whereever they were, before, he wasn't quite sure. Not that it mattered, the way his glasses covered his eyes. The blonde slid off the other's back and straightened up, ignoring the still-healing twinges of almost-pain in various parts of his body; it wasn't like it was anything serious, inasmuch as anything could be, and he did promise the redhead, after all. He couldn't help glancing around at the surroundings curiously, though, before looking up at the shinigami. "Sorry about all the bother."

"What bother?" Renji snorted, a smirk teasing his lips. "It was my idea for you to come here, after all." He reached out and caught the blonde's fingers, tugging him in the direction of the Fifth Division and his quarters.

"Well, just.." His voice trailed off and died as the redhead pulled him along by the hand, Giovanni jerking rather awkwardly forwards as he wasn't quite expecting the movement. "-Just.. this." A wide vague wave of the free hand indicated their surroundings, as the blonde regained his balance and momentum, keeping pace beside the redhead.

"There isn't any bother," Renji clarified, watching the young man beside him rather than where they were going. He'd be able to find his way blindfolded, after all. "I got to see your world. I wanted you to see mine."

His lips quirked up into an almost-smile of sorts, though it was almost hidden in the way the blonde turned his head away from Renji to look around them. "I've never been.. out of the city before."

Renji couldn't help being stunned. He knew he travelled a lot, since Hollows could be anywhere, and they all needed to be dealt with. But still. To have never left a place at all... He imagined that might have been what his life would have been like if he'd lived past the age of eight. "What do you think?" he asked carefully.

What did he think? He was in no real position to form opinions, surely. All he had for a basis of comparison was the city, both Above and Below the surface, and even he himself knew that there wasn't anything much in the way of things to compare. Giovanni didn't answer as he carefully looked around them again, and finally raised his gaze back up to the other male. "It's..." A brief silence while he searched for words, and found nothing that was even remotedly adequate. "...good?"

"Is it?" The uncertainty in Giovanni's tone was practically tangible. They walked through the narrow alleyways, passing between identical buildings that Renji could easily tell apart just by feeling the spiritual pressure of those within. He pulled the blonde a little closer subconsciously as he looked around himself, trying to see it the way he had the first time he'd come to Seireitei. It had been more than a century, however, and he really couldn't imagine what Giovanni might be seeing. Not to mention, Renji had come from a world not unlike this one, though less peaceful. The young man beside him was from someplace far removed from Soul Society.

Giovanni shrugged a little, feeling the still-sore and healing muscles and flesh protest faintly but not giving much thought to it; they'll heal soon enough, and the twins were satisfied, for the moment. Besides, there were more important (not to mention interesting) things at hand here. "Yes." The place wasn't at all like anywhere in the city, with its tall crumbling European buildings streaked with grime and god knows what else, and even the coiling modern-day metal structures that started to pervade the city. This was.. Giovanni looked up at the shinigami again, his expression unreadable. "..It's different. But good."

The redhead couldn't hide his smile at that. He was ridiculously pleased that the blonde didn't seem to have a problem with Soul Society. Renji had every intention of bringing Giovanni here as often as he could get away with it.

It didn't take them too long to make their way to the Fifth Division buildings, and Renji led the way to his quarters. Being captain was good, because the accomodations were extensive. When they got to his door, he winked at Giovanni and dropped the young man's hand, before pushing open the door.

The reaction was instantaneous. His awkward, oversized puppy hurtled out of his bedroom and just about barrelling him over as she leapt into his arms. She was hard to catch, but somehow Renji managed it, and he turned, grinning, to Giovanni. "This is Tsukiko. Spoiled, like I said."

The blonde eyed the puppy (not-quite-dog, per se, but with all her oversizedness, all her mannerism all but screamed out 'puppy', and a quite spoiled one, at that) silently for a moment, almost holding his breath waiting but only feeling a vague sense of prickling in the back of his neck.

The problem was whether the puppy (--Tsukiko, he'd said--) would notice anything out of ordinary, or not. Animals were quick to pick up on that sort of thing and Giovanni knew only too well from experience.

The puppy had obviously been focused only on her master, because it took a moment before she picked up on the unfamiliar scent and let her head fall back to stare at the other man upside down, her nostrils quivering. She had no idea what this person was, but it wasn't exactly human, and not in the same way that Renji wasn't exactly human. She wriggled until she was set down, and she crept over to the blonde carefully, warily. Sniffing at the man's pant leg.

Giovanni stilled, almost freezing on the spot as the puppy crept over to him (though he had no real reason to, and he wasn't sure why he did) and he wordlessly looked down at the canine for a span of few heartbeats, as always conscious of the almost-not-there prickling in the back of his neck, expecting the puppy to notice something, anything, teeth tearing into fabric and flesh, maybe--

The blonde slowly crouched down, almost wary in a way but not quite, either, and extended a hand slowly(slowly, because there was that something not quite worry in the back of his mind) towards the puppy.

Renji was holding his breath, and he had no idea why. Perhaps it was because he had a taste of what the young man was capable of, but he also was absolutely certain that there was no way Giovanni would hurt his dog. He realized it was Tsukiko's reaction that he was waiting for.

She stared at the outstretched fingers discerningly, sniffed them delicately. This one. It was like her. She could tell. A moment later she'd nosed her muzzle under Giovanni's hand, shifting closer, wagging her tail cheerfully and preparing to bask in the attention she was certain was her due.

The slightest of smiles (nothing more than a twitchcurving of lips) that was almost out of sheer relief than anything else appeared on the blonde's face, though Giovanni wasn't too sure just why the puppy's reaction would matter exactly. It wasn't like it mattered, right? Not really. He did not care much for animals, really. Their reactions to him were usually nothing more than hostile, or indifference, or fear. But this one...

He reached out almost automatically, moving his fingers to scratch behind the puppy's ear and watching the tail wag in an almost frantic manner, before glancing back up at the redhead. The almost-smilegrin was still on his face. "-She's cuter than in the photo."

Renji crouched down beside the two of them, more than pleased. "Don't let her know that, or she'll never let you forget it," he chuckled, reaching out to scratch the puppy behind her other ear. "I'm already doomed, you see."

The blonde glanced briefly at the redhead, then back to the puppy, absently stroking the top of her head with two fingers. "Hn, well. I shall remember that."

Renji straightened again and reached out to give the shoulder of Giovanni's suit a playful tug, indicating that he should stand too. "I think it's about time she played outside, though. She's probably been inside sleeping all day." As soon as she'd heard the word 'outside,' Tsukiko was practically prancing as she followed the redhead to the door to the courtyard. He shut it again behind her, so she'd actually be forced to stay outside for a while, instead of immediately retreating to bed in a few minutes.

The blonde couldn't help but stiffen slightly (the muscle there that was torn in the 'game' protesting with a twinge of pain) at the tug on his shoulder, but the tenseness came and went in a span of a heartbeat, leaving him to hope that Renji hadn't really noticed, or, at least, didn't think much of it.

He stood up silently as the other did, smoothing down the front of his shirt and glancing at the shinigami as the other ushered the overgrown puppy out to the garden (another thing that he couldn't help but stare at-gardens were, after all, a rarity in the city).

Renji was no stranger to pain and what it looked like, however, and he noted the soreness with a frown. He crossed back to Giovanni and reached out to prod the blonde's shoulder more gently. Then, with the utmost resolve, he began loosening the young man's tie.

This time the stiffeningtensewaryness was clearly visible, Giovanni raising his other hand and gripping around the redhead's wrist. The orangeyellow glasses masked his stare up into the other's face and his face was impassive as usual, only the tight grip around the other's wrist betraying any emotions the blonde might have.

The redhead's fingers instantly stopped what they were doing, but he didn't let his hands drop, staring just as intently into mirrored orange lenses as he knew Giovanni was staring back. "Is it that bad?" he asked, his expression betraying nothing, but the frown evident in his voice instead.

The corner of Giovanni's lips tightened for a second, the fingers still firmly wrapped around Renji's wrist, sinewsmuscles flexing slightly tense(tenser) as if he expected the other to pounce on him any moment, looking almost like an animal trapped between a wall and another predator, of sorts. "-Good enough." He answered softly, not breaking their gaze.

Renji broke their gaze first, dropping his hands from the blonde's collar to gently wrap around his waist instead. He spoke directly into the young man's ear. "If I can't touch you, even lightly, without making you tense like that, I'd like to know why."

The fingers slowly relaxed their grip around Renji's wrist as soon as Giovanni was sure that the other wasn't going to do (what?) whatever it was that made the back of his neck prickle. The blonde half-raised his hands, then lowered them again, suddenly feeling rather out of place and awkward as to how to respond to the closeness. This.. this was different. He didn't know what to do.

But his hands finally settled (slowlycautiously still awkward still uncertain) lightly on the other's armsshoulders instead, and the blonde let out a breath of air that was almost a sigh, almost something else. "-Just, still a little sore. The twins are.. rather enthusiastic."

The redhead snorted, almost amused. "I think, that if it was just soreness, you wouldn't be quite this self-conscious," he hummed teasingly. His fingers brushed lightly across Giovanni's back, up and down his spine. Checking for more soreness under the pretense of affection (which was there, too, but it was mostly checking).

"Self-conscious?" Giovanni let out a short bark of a half-laughter which faded somewhat abruptly, the mask of a grin appearing on his face as he glanced up at the redhead. "It would indeed be hard to feel like that, wearing these glasses." Which was what most of the people remembered him by, if they ever remembered, that is. (dead men tell no tales, after all) The blonde tried not to, but the soft touches across his back over the ghost of the memory of bullets and knives made on his skin made him shiver slightly, his grip tightening just a fraction around the other's shoulders.

Slowly, very deliberately, as if he were dealing with a venomous snake, one of Renji's hands lifted to carefully brush against Giovanni's cheek, just below the edge of one large mirrored lens. "They only hide part of you," the shinigami pointed out. "What about the rest?"

The blonde sucked in a quick breath at the touchbrush of other's hand against his cheek, the particularly sharp prickling in the back of his neck making him tense slightly, yet at the same time slightly dizzy. "It'll heal soon enough." Giovanni answered succinctly, carefully forcing his muscles and hands to relax.

Renji's fingers continued trailing down Giovanni's cheek, the side of his throat, along the shoulder he hadn't touched yet, his arm, before resting lightly at the young man's waist. "You are being a brat," he told the blonde, his tone and expression deadpan. He raised an eyebrow, just daring Giovanni to argue.

Giovanni did not say anything but silently bared his teeth in an almost-snarl, hackles rising up almost visibly at the redhead's words. His hands on Renji's shoulders twitched slightly, almost moving as if to take them off the other's body, but the blonde carefully stilled himself again, almost completely unmoving in the shinigami's arms. His gaze didn't waver from Renji's, his voice almost defensive. "-What if I am?"

The shinigami couldn't keep a straight face for much longer after that. Giovanni was practically sulking. Renji leaned in, brushing their lips together slowly, tentatively. "Then clearly, you're grounded," he teased, words spoken directly against the blonde's mouth.

He started slightly, grip around the other's shoulders flexing, as Renji leant forwards, but slowly(very slowly) loosened as the other merely brushed their lips together. It was still a few moments before Giovanni let out a slight huff of breath, the closest to relief that he was ever going to allow showing. "You said I was a brat." The tone was flat and rather annoyed, though there was the slightest of hint of a grin on his lips. The blonde leant in, almost as equally as carefully, and brushed their lips together again. "Obviously, I'm not going to listen."

Renji sucked Giovanni's lower lip into his mouth, worrying it lightly before he let the blonde pull back again. "Oh no?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. He pulled Giovanni carefully closer, pressing the lines of their bodies flush. "I can be very...persuasive, when I need to be," he murmured, raising an eyebrow. He didn't point out the fact that the blonde couldn't exactly leave without Renji's help; this was a game, and he didn't want Giovanni to actually feel threatened at all.

Giovanni let out a low purr and tilted his head slightly at the light nibble to his lip, the rest of the tension slowly starting to bleed away from his body as he was pulled closer to the other. "No," he acknowledged, the grin still tugging at his lips. "But you could try." He almost lazily leant up and brushed the other's lower lip with his tongue, vaguely mimicking Renji's action from earlier.

"Seeing as I have no idea what shape you're in," Renji hummed lightly, "I'm not sure that's such a good idea, though..." Very carefully, knowing how the young man had responded last time, the redhead lifted a hand to the back of Giovanni's neck, toying with the short hair at the base of his skull.

The blonde half-held his breath at the ghostlight touches of the other's hand, holding his body completely still for a moment before (very carefully) tilting his head slightly, pressing his lips softly at the corner of Renji's lips, at the same time (carefulcareful without absolutely knowing just why) baring his throat for the redhead's touches. "-Maybe."

Renji dipped his head, hand still cradling the back of Giovanni's head, fingers dipping just below the neck of his shirt, grazing metal. His lips brushed along the side of the young man's throat, soft against soft. "Maybe, if we're careful..." he breathed.

The touch of lips to his throat, as well as the brush of fingers against metal (hotcoldtinglingprickling all at once) made Giovanni shiver softly, though he made no move to pull away. His hands moved almost tentatively, arms going to loosely wrap around the redhead's shoulders, around his neck. "Hn...Maybe."

That was really all the agreement Renji needed, and he slowly began walking their way backwards, towards his bedroom. He applied a bit more pressure to the plating as he lifted his head, pressing their mouths together with less hesitation than before, tongue darting over Giovanni's lower lip.

Giovanni silently parted his lips slowlycarefully at the feel of the other's tongue, his own tongue darting out to brush against Renji's. The slightest increase in pressure to the metal plating made the blonde arch his neck a little, the strange uncomfortableness of it (like pressing down on a cut, or picking on a scab, a weird mixture of painthrillsomething he couldn't quite identify) slowly turning into something else under the shinigami's careful touches.

Renji wasn't looking where he was going, didn't need to look. His feet were on autopilot as he concentrated on his hands, his lips. His free hand lifted to toy with Giovanni's tie again, nimbly working through the knot and tugging it free. The silk was tossed aside, dropped haphazardly on the floor, and then that hand was cupping Giovanni's jaw, thumb brushing high up along the young man's cheekbone, just below the sunglasses. He was pressing, he knew he was, but he couldn't help himself.

The blonde let Renji undo his tie this time, feeling a twinge of something (maybe almostmaybe apprehension, or close to it) as it was tugged loose and slipped off and away, leaving Giovanni to breathe that much easier because all of a sudden it was a lot harder to force air in and out of his lungs, the other's body pressedbrushing against his leaving almost burning afterprints in their wake. He pulled his lips away from the other's for a moment though, letting out a muffled halfsigh, halfhiss at the brush of thumb on his cheek, against the almost-invisible scar tissues trailing down the skin there, though the hiss was mostly half-hearted.

"Am I out of bounds?" Renji breathed, his eyes dancing. "If I do something I shouldn't, you'll just have to stop me, or I won't know..." He didn't want to break contact, wanted to push harder, but the hand on Giovanni's cheek dropped to his collar, flicking through buttons rapidly in direct opposition to the slow, careful touches he'd been employing thus far.

"Hn," Giovanni's lips quirked up into a grin as he tilted his head back, his hands moving to brush against the other's hair, before unwrapping them rather unwillingly from around the shinigami's shoulders to shrug out of his jacket, discarding the garment somewhere behind him without a second thought. "You already seem to know enough, so I wouldn't be too worried about that..."

With the jacket out of his way, a moment later Renji was pushing the shirt off his shoulders as well, brushing fingerprints across every bare patch of skin his fingers found. His other hand remained on the back of Giovanni's neck. He found the plating there fascinating, the way it seemed to eke certain responses, the fact that he had no idea what it was, really, how it related to the blonde's abilities. Slowly, he skirted around, wrapping his arms around Giovanni's waist, so that he could drag the tip of his tongue oh, so gently against warm metal.

The muscles jumped and shivered inexplicably with every brush of the other's fingertips against his skin, around the areas still overly-sensitive from the wounds received previously (but yes, this particular sensation was infinitely better than the searing painpainpain of skin being torn and cut open) but all those were nothing against the strange sensation of tongue against the metal, the bolts and welds rough against the scarred skin that surrounded it. Giovanni arched up wordlessly, gasping, into the other's touch, a shuddering sigh escaping his lips.

If he had any other reason for doing this particular thing, Renji forgot what it was in the face of the blonde's reaction to it. He slid just the tips of his fingers under the waistband of Giovanni's trousers, brushing against the juts of hipbones, teasing in circles. He moaned softly against the back of the young man's neck, pressing teeth to flesh, before returning his attention to the metal plating.

Something struggled and pulled, straining under the skin under the tight leash it was firmly strapped to, fairly snarling at the unfamiliar(dangerous) feelingsensations that the other male's actions were bringing Giovanni. The light press of teeth against his skin there, where it had never been touched before, much less as intimately as this, made the blonde almost shudder, both from vague apprehension and the surge of heat and excitement rushing down his spine that it frankly made him almost dizzy and lean heavily against the other's body.

"Shhh..." he breathed against the collar, nuzzling it gently. "Nothing to be worried about here, hmmm?" Finally, he pulled away enough to give Giovanni some room to breathe. For now. His fingers unfastened the blonde's trousers, pushed them down a little, and then removed his hands from the young man altogether, in order to shrug out of his robe, and then the haori beneath it.

Giovanni shivered again as the warm heat of the other's breath washed over his neck, gasping to catch his breath (yet feeling a twinge of annoyanceimpatiencecold) when the other stepped back, removing his own clothes. The blonde had no idea just what the feeling was, why it felt so good (God, so good) to feel the other's lips, his teeth, against the sensitive vulnerable part of his neck like that. Feeling almost like a prey instead, the blonde couldn't even reply to the other's words in any sort of coherent form, almost frozen to the spot as if stunned with the sheer intensity of his own reaction.

He wasn't moving. Renji couldn't help smilling, though that was only because Giovanni couldn't see him doing it. The shinigami carefully removed his zanpakutou and set it on the floor at the foot of his bed. (Usually Zabimaru stayed in the bed with him, but that probably wasn't the best idea.) He tugged at the sash of his hakama as he skirted around to face Giovanni. His hands brushed across the young man's shoulders and chest, as much to check for possible soreness as it was to make his flesh heat.

He wasn't moving. He couldn't, seemingly rooted to the spot made out of woodandstone, his mind almost swimming with even the memory of the touches to his collar so good that it almost seemed to melt his very spine. Giovanni raised his gaze, however, at the light touches to his shoulders and chest, the traces of wounds (long jagged cuts down one shoulder, the torn ragged circles of bullets) almost visible in the pale skin, with their faintly-pink tinges.

"Do you enjoy that?" he breathed, when Giovanni finally lifted his head. His fingers drifted to the back of the blonde's neck almost of their own accord. He didn't think he could help himself; not with the way Giovanni responded to him. Renji's other hand slipped around the young man's waist, pulling their bodies tight together. Fingerprints were a dance of delicate pressure along metal and bolts, memorizing its shape.

It was a strange sensation, really. Giovanni had avoided touching the plating himself, whenever he could. The metal, coldhottingling under his fingertips, seemed to make him break out into cold sweats every time he touched it. Except this time, this touch, seemed to bring waves of pleasure and shudders all the way from the top of his head and down, making him curl and arch into the featherlight touches to his neck. Giovanni willingly let himself be drawn closer against the other's body, moving almost even before Renji's arm initiated the motion, fingers curling with the pleasure of it aroundunder the other's sash at his waist. "Yes.." He almost hissed out the word, leaning his head against the other's shoulderschest, letting another shudder go through his body.

A shiver raced down Renji's spine as well, and he dropped his head to nip lightly at the side of Giovanni's throat, just under the corner of his jaw. Then his lips brushed up, along the curve of the young man's neck, so that Renji could speak directly into his ear. "Is it unexpected?" he breathed, his tongue flicking out to tease the lobe, draw it into his mouth so he could nibble on it.

It was a few momentsheartbeats(the brightlight behind his eyelids behind his head almost making his head spin) before the blonde even remembered to suck in a quick breath of air, the fingers tightening almost spastically around the other's sash. A softquiet moan slipped from his mouth at the other's words, Giovanni tilting his head a little more against the other's teethlips at his throat, at his ear. "Yes..." He all but gasped the word out, seemingly unable to do anything else but arch up against the other.

The shinigami nuzzled the cartilage of Giovanni's ear, tilting his head up to nip at it, and then chuckled softly, the sound deep, rich, and throaty. "I'll bet I could make you come just doing what I have been," he purred, his free hand sliding down the blonde's side, giving his trousers a playful tug.

Giovanni let out another lowquiet half-moan at that, lean muscles jumping and trembling at every brush of Renji's fingers at his side. He.. He didn't seem to be able to speak. There was hardly enough strength to leave him standing as it was, and the deep throaty laugh from the other did little to help. With effort, he slowly pried his fingers off the other's sash, running the tips of his fingers (slightly coldchilled and trembling, uncertain) over and around the shinigami's sides and back, nothing more than a brush of skin against skin, hardly a pressure at all.

Renji hummed a moan at the oh so tentative fingers grazing his skin, arching and pressing more firmly to the blonde. He dropped his head again, this time to ghost his lips across the side of the collar, simultaneously beginning to walk the young man backwards, towards the bed. Hoping that Giovanni's body wasn't about to lock up again. As amusing as that had been...

Giovanni didn't freeze as he did last time he felt the warmhot breath against his neck, the brush of lipstongueteeth against the metal bolts and scarred tissue, but he did stiffen for a moment, the nails digging briefly into the other's shoulderblades before retracting, tracing the marks against the skin with the same almost-not-there touches.

The redhead hissed softly, but it wasn't in pain, and he retaliated with a flick of his tongue against the edge of the metal, examining the texture of the scar tissue in perhaps the most intimate way possible. Both hands smoothed their way down to Giovanni's hips, swirling pressure, and then pushing his trousers down further, moving slowly enough that the blonde could step out of them.

An arm hooked itself around the redhead's neck, almost as a support of sorts than anything else as Giovanni made the (strangest) noise, almost a keen, almost a whine, the scarred skin at his neck almost tingling at the feel of other's tongue against it. The blonde softly pressed an open-mouthed kiss against Renji's collarbone, hotwarm gasps and pants of breath washing over the skin, as he used his free hand to tug the other's sash loose, discarding his own trousers as they made their way.

A groan escaped Renji's lips, right against Giovanni's throat, shivers chasing one another up and down his spine. Without the sash to hold up his hakama, the article easily pooled around his feet, and he carefully stepped out of it. A moment later, he was guiding the other down on the bed, his mouth still firmly latched onto the sensitive spot he'd found, panting thickly through his nose.

Giovanni fairly arched up against the shinigami's body above his, tangling their legs together and pressing their hips close. He tore his mouth away from the other's skin to suck in a shuddering lungful of air, Renji's lips on his neck seemingly reducing the blonde to nothing more than a trembling mess. The fingers carefullyslowly traced the curves and ridges of the other's shoulders, down his back, the movements jerky and uneven with every shivers that seemed to rocket up Giovanni's spine straight into his head.

Another low moan tore itself from his throat, and Renji gasped as he ground his hips against those arching up to meet him, gooseflesh raising on his skin. However, he never let his mouth leave Giovanni's throat, tongue flickering, tasting, teasing. His teeth, oh so very careful, grazed and nipped at the plating. It could have just been the sensitivity of the flesh, causing the reaction it did, but Renji was almost positive there was more to it than that.

One of his hands finally stopped at the small of Renji's back, nails scratching softly(but enough to feel the sting of it) against the vertebra, tracing the knocks and bumps of it. His skin felt as if it were on fire, yet he couldn't stop the shivers and almost-constant waves of shudders that passed through his body, and Giovanni made that strange keening noise again in the back of his throat, head falling back as he arched up again, almost as if he was letting Renji have his way with him. (and in a way, he was)

A stuttering moan left his mouth again at the almost overwhelming touchescaresses of lipsteethtongue to his neck. At the teeth grazing his neck, however his whole body jerked up as a sort of unexpected heat (almost hotter than the fire scalding his skin, hotter than Renji's mouth to his neck) pooling deep in his gut.

"Fuck..." Renji hissed, stunned by and completely enamoured with the other man's reactions. He was quite certain Giovanni had no idea just how alluring he was. That sound...the redhead wasn't sure what it was, but it raised the hairs on his neck, made something low in his abdomen twist and wrench with desire. He had caused that. His hips bucked a little harder, encouraging more of the same from the young man beneath him.

Something deep within Giovanni coiled and strained at the low hiss of the other's voice, the single word almost seeming to burn straight through his skin and muscles all the way to his very spine, racing up the length of it like a lightning bolt, spreading fizzlingshiveringtingling electricity in every part of his body. The blonde (almost without thinking) arched again and jerked his hips up to meet the other's, a low half-whimper half-something tearing out from his throat as an answer of sorts.

Every reaction from Giovanni tore shreds of the redhead's self-control. Small, animalistic snarls rumbled from deep within his throat, erupting against the skin he was teasing. Somehow, finally, he managed to pull his mouth from the blonde's throat, lettng his lips trail faintly down the young man's chest, abdomen, lower. He bit down lightly on Giovanni's hipbone, and gazed up that lithe body, watching the other's face for a response.

The snarls made against the sensitive(vulnerable) skin of his neck, against the plating, did not make the blonde shudder in vague apprehension (and really, that was the furthest thing from his mind right then, right that very moment) inasmuch as in desire, and the low, gasping noises (whimpersmoansdesperate and vulnerable in a way that simultaneously wasn't ) didn't cease as the shinigami trailed his lips down his chest, the lean muscles at his stomach dancing under the light pressures. When he felt the grazebite of teeth at his hipbones, however, Giovanni raised his head sharply, the yelloworange gaze fixed intently on the other's face.

Renji quirked an eyebrow in challenge, wrapping his hand one finger at a time around the base of Giovanni's length. A tease. A challenge. Maybe he just wanted to see how much he could make the young man squirm. He kept his gaze focused upon mirrored lenses, only averting to drop to Giovanni's mouth, the tensing of which was a much better indication of the young man's response.

This time, the burning heat twisted in an almost-ache, almost exquisite painpleasure(pleasure bleeding into pain) at the feel of the redhead slowly(much too slowly) wrapping a hand around his length and Giovanni couldn't help the twitchjerk up into the touch, mouth opening into a silent wordless gasp. The challenge in Renji's eyes were unmistakeable, however, and Giovanni slowly bared his teeth into a grin, a pink tongue slowly running over the sharp canines.

"Now, now," Renji purred, tone extremely self-satisfied. The cat that caught the mouse, but of course not really. "None of that. You're in no shape for it~~" Before Giovanni could respond, he ducked his head, dragging the flat of his tongue up the underside of the young man's length.

He couldn't say anything, of course, not when the other did that. What reply he may have given the shinigami died in the sharp hissing sort of moan that slipped from Giovanni's lips, hands clenching in the sheets beneath him as he arched up into the touch.

That was all the encouragement Renji needed. Eyes still locked on Giovanni's face, his lips parted to take the length as deeply as he could into his mouth, sucking slowly and thoroughly. His tongue flicked all along the veins, tracing them as he kept the pace moderate, for now. His free hand trailed back and forth lightly along the inside of the blonde's thigh, nails biting gently and teasingly.

The blonde almost forgot to breathe when he felt it, the other's mouth around him, the other's tongue, and it was only by almost sheer effort that made his body shake and the thighs tremble and jump under Renji's nails scratchingbitingcaressing along them, that Giovanni didn't thrust up into the shinigami's mouth. Hands flexed slightly around the sheets, the knuckles almsot blue from the tight grip. He couldn't look away, either, not when Renji was looking at him, looking like that, and the orange gaze stayed locked on the redhead, the blonde's lips parted slightly as softfast pants escaped from between them.

Giovanni made quite the picture, and Renji's lips quirked faintly as he bobbed his head faster, lips a tight caress along the firm flesh between them. What he really wanted to see was the blonde's eyes, of course, but the shinigami had the distinct feeling that although he could push, he couldn't push that hard. He dug his nails more firmly into the sensitive flesh of inner thigh, tracing up along Giovanni's hip, and kept his eyes locked on orange sunglasses, the tantalizing peek of tongue between the young man's parted lips.

The muscles of his thigh jumped at the feel of the other's nails, the vague feeling of pain mixing with the almost overwhelming pleasure seemingly melting Giovanni's very spine, the way the two conflicting(related?) sensations mixed and combined, serving to fuel the burningcoiling heat low in his abdomen. And (oh god, he could feel the other's smile) he let out a low half-growl, half-moan, too soft to be really heard but there, a tongue darting out to run over his lower lip.

The blonde reached out with a hand, pale fingers weaving into the shinigami's hair and gripping tightly to a point where it might hurt. The other hand was still tangled into the sheets, however, the weight of his torso resting on the elbow as Giovanni kept his eyes locked on Renji's face.

Renji couldn't help but moan at the feel of rough fingers in his hair, pulling just enough to cause a surge of half pain half pleasure right down his spine, heating his blood. The sound was muffled, of course, but vibrated from his throat. His eyes focused in on the young man's tongue, and though he wanted so much to nibble at it, swallow those barely-there moangrowlpants from Giovanni's lips, he kept at what he was doing, suckling faster, more eagerly. The other's self-control was undoubtedly waning.

There wasn't any indication that Giovanni had heard the half-muffled moan but he had certainly felt it, the vibration of the sound (the echo of the sound) making him tighten his hand around the other's hair almost reflexively, almost falling back on the bed if not the grip around the red locks twined and tangled in between his fingers. The shallow, heavy pants left the blonde's mouth, his lungs barely having enough time to actually breathe for the darkdeepcoiling heat pooling and gathering inside him. He wasn't going to last long, the blonde's nerves definitely frayed from the earlier ministrations to the metal plating.

The redhead couldn't help but moan again, his own cock twitching sympathetically in response to the young man's behaviour-mindlessness, really. His fingers smoothed reassuringly back and forth, all along Giovanni's stomach, his lower abdomen. Ministrations almost trying to pull the climax from Giovanni like the yarn from an unraveling sweater, one thread at a time.

The moans from the redhead were not helping at all (but so so so so very good it made Giovanni bite down hard on his lower lip, tasting the coppery tang of blood) and the blonde arched up again, his self-control falling apart slowly but surely, enough to make his hips jerk a little. The soft touches to his stomach feeling like being touched by molten lava, the burningscalding feel of it almost unbearable, combined with the heat tightly coiled under his skin. "R-Renji.." Giovanni all but stuttered out the other's name, his tongue stumbling over the syllables, gasping for breath. "I..." The rest of the words died, faded away amid a half-scream, choked in the blonde's throat, as he threw back his head, the shinigami's actions finally sending him over the edge.

The sound of his name, in that tone, only made the redhead harder, tension and pressure swirling low in his own abdomen. And, when Giovanni came, he swallowed it all, tongue swirling fastidiously across the nearly-burning flesh until he was certain he hadn't missed a drop. Renji lifted his head and regarded the blonde with a cheshire cat grin, his fingers still playing lightly across pale, sensitive skin.

Giovanni's grip around the other's hair didn't loosen, still maintaining that blue-knuckle grip in the bloodred hair as the blonde tried to catch his breath, still seeing afterimages of bright colours burning into the back of his eyelids. He slowly looked back down, though, still slightly dizzy, slightly dazed, at the butterfly-light touches to his skin, his chest rising and falling unevenly as he breathed.

Renji chuckled quietly, a definite bedroom chuckle. He crawled up the bed to recline on his side next to the blonde, his fingers walking their way gently up the center of Giovanni's chest. "If you don't start breathing normally, I might have to give you mouth-to-mouth," he grinned cheekily.

Giovanni didn't reply; he didn't think he was composed enough, much less coherent, to form any sort of reply to that. Instead, he half-turned towards the shinigami, tugging lightly at the other's hair, and bring their lips together in an almost-tentative kiss, not even really thinking, just reacting to the other's closeness, the touches to his chest.

The behaviour made the redhead smile, and he pressed their lips together more firmly, partly to extinguish any further tentativeness, and partly because he couldn't help himself. His fingers slid up to brush along Giovanni's shoulder, gently kneading the sore muscle he'd found there earlier.

The blonde tensed slightly but it didn't last long before he relaxed again, almost lazily parting his lips to brush his tongue lightly against Renji's lower lip with a slight quirking of lips. His other hand trailed over the shinigami's chest, over his side, and settled almost curiously on the other's waist, his grip flexing slightly, almost uncertainly.

Renji hummed softly against Giovanni's lips, stretching just slightly beneath the young man's palm, enjoying the slight friction caused between their skin when he moved. His own lips twitched, and he caught the other's tongue between his teeth, giving it a brief, playful nip, before catching a lower lip and sucking it lightly into his mouth.

Giovanni let out a low purr at that, moving to draw clower against the other's body and tilt his head slightly. The grip on Renji's hair loosened, fingers instead idly running through it, almost combing it with his fingers. It was.. This was comfortable, which was a rather strange, unfamiliar sensation for the blonde; this feeling of almost complete relaxation, it was... Giovanni's hand slowly trailed along the shinigami's side, his palm a light but firm pressure against the other's hip.

The redhead found himself both comfortable and wracked with tiny shivers from scalp to foot. His muscles were warm and syrupy, incredibly languid, and yet other parts of him were tensing and flexing, urged by the pressure of the young man's hand on his skin. "And just what do you think you're doing?" Renji whisperteased, lips brushing against Giovanni's as he spoke. His eyes danced across the young man's face, reflecting back at him from the sunglasses.

He merely grinned in response, the eyes hidden behind the glasses but the focus of his gaze apparent as he stared right back into the redhead's eyes. The blonde brushed his fingers across the other's hipbone, then again with his nails, scratching lightly against the skin, trailing down lower. "Oh, nothing too strenuous in particular..." Giovanni tilted his head and leant his head forwards, catching the other's lips in another, much-less-tentative kiss, at the same time wrapping his hand slowly around the other's length.

Renji's hips bucked violently as fingers wrapped around him, his surprised groan swallowed by the mouth against his own. How could the blonde be so damned casual about it, when he'd just been reduced to unspeaking moments before? If the shinigami weren't so damned turned on, he might have been annoyed. But then again, probably not.

Giovanni let out a soft, muffled laugh against the other's lips, the hand in the shinigami's hair pulling away slowly after a moment, fingertips instead flitting across the other's throat and shoulder lightly caressing the skin, the movements matching the slow pace his other hand set, stroking the other's length with just enough pressure of fingers to be tangible.

The blonde pulled his lips away slowly from Renji's, though, the orange gaze fixed on the other's face for a moment, almost careful and focused in a way as if he's studying the other's features.

Achingly slow pace... Renji's eyes slid closed against his will, lower lip caught between his teeth as he arched towards the far-too-faint touches. He knew this was revenge. The thought made his abdomen twist even further with need. Apparently he'd met someone as cocky and self-confident as he was, and he was certain the anticipation would slowly but surely kill him. If not this time, most definitely sometime in the future.

The blonde slowly ran his eyes over the other's face, feeling almost a sharp desire rising up, to lean up and bite down on the redhead's lower lip himself. Instead, he slowly tightened his grip around the other, increasing the pressure slightly. And something in him purred at the sight of the other, the closed eyes the lips everything about the other bringing some sort of strange feeling within the blonde, something that he couldn't quite place, something that made the blonde briefly pull his hand away from the other and roll the redhead onto his back, straddling him with the same smooth motion.

Renji's eyes shot open, a groan surprised from his lips as he suddenly found himself on his back being straddled. He lifted his hands, brushed along Giovanni's thighs in vague wonder, searching the young man's nearly unreadable face for some indication of what he had in mind. Both his eyebrows raised nearly to his hairline. "I thought you said nothing strenuous," he murmured noncommittally. He really had no problem at all with this-Giovanni seemed rather limber, all things considered--but he wanted to be sure.

Giovanni planted a hand down firmly on Renji's chest as he leant down, carefully(experimentally) running his tongue over the dark markings on the other's torso, even as the touches to his thighs made him shiver softly. When he spoke, it was a low, throaty purr, seemingly vibrating and spreading along the shinigami's skin there. "And I thought I said it's good enough." The blonde looked up at Renji's face and tilted his head slightly, a slight grin playing on his lips. "Unless you have something else in mind?"

The muscles of Renji's chest arched and tensed beneath the burning path of that pale pink tongue, and Renji was mesmerized by it. His fingers clenched slightly, and he dragged his fingernails a little harder down the blonde's thighs, then back up, the movement hardly conscious. "Just checking," he responded almost tersely, his body shifting minutely beneath the blonde.

The blonde hissed under his breath at the bite of nails against his thighs and bit down on the other's skin, just below the ribs as a retribution of sorts, following the less-than-gentle biting with a slow lick with his tongue. "Or..." Giovanni's hands followed the line of the other's hipbones, tracing the markings to his lower abdomen with his fingertips, as the blonde bit down lightly on Renji's skin again. "I could try something else."

Renji watched the blonde with slightly widened eyes, breathing somewhat shallowly, his body twitching and arching of its own accord beneath the coordinated attack of his senses. He had to stifle a groan in response to the biting, his lip caught between his own teeth. "I am quite sure anything you've got in mind is just fine," he responded quietly, tone hushed and thick with desire.

At the tone of the other's voice the nameless something under his skin visibly bristled, suddenly alert and bright; he wasn't the prey anymore, he was, held caught in his very claws, lying beneath him. His prey. His.

The grin was visibly wider when the blonde looked up at Renji again, slowly carefully licking a slow, straight path down to the other's length, his hands tightening(flexing) around the other's hips. And all the while, the snarlwhispervoice echoed. His.

The shift in Giovanni was obvious, at least to him. The way the confidence of something straightened his spine a little, squared his shoulders. The twitch of a smirk, even in the midst of a grin on the blonde's mouth. And then there was that mouth... Renji kept very still, though it was incredibly difficult to do so, as the heat of a moist, perfect tongue dragged up him, inciting him to burn. "Fuck," he breathed, fingers clutching in and stretching the stitching of his coverlet as he strained for self-control.

And there, Giovanni paused for a moment, idly running his fingers over the other's lower abdomen and glancing up at the redhead again, the grin bleeding into a half-smirk at the sight of fingers clenching in the sheets. The darkestdeepest primitive senses prickled the back of his neck at the sight, inciting a soft draggingscratching of nails against Renji's skin. His.

With a low purr hardly heard even to himself, the blonde slid down the other's body a little further, hands tightening on Renji's hips as he slowly dragged just the tip of his tongue up the other's length.

Renji's hips twitched, not even enough to shift him in Giovanni's grip, but enough to demonstrate that his self-control was extremely strained, tried and rough. As sure he was lying there, he was being hunted, devoured. If not completely literally, then certainly figuratively. The feel of it was amazing, and it only had a little to do with the actual physical sensation of it.

Giovanni could feel the other's hips twitch, albeit minutely but certainly so, and slowly wrapped a hand around the base of the other's length (much like what he had done before). He'd never actually done this before, only having the shinigami's... demonstration to show for it. The blonde leant down and carefully licked another, much more tangible trail up, the slight roughness of his tongue pressing against the length, flicking experimentally over the head of it.

Renji choked on a groan at that teasing flicker of tongue, his eyes focused entirely upon the amazing young man couched over him. Even hesitant, vaguely unsure, Giovanni was one of the most erotic things that he had ever seen. His fingers were alternately clenching and relaxing, gripping the coverlet beneath him with the effort not to move, to let the blonde learn at his own pace, experiment even.

Giovanni could feel the other's gaze on his face and he tilted his head to meet it. Another slow grin appared unbridled on his face at the sight, all teeth sharpshinydangerousferal. The slow, smug catty sort, what one might make when it had a trapped prey in its claws and its teeth buried in the throat. Mine.

"E mio." Giovanni murmured, his voice so low even he himself couldn't hear it. (almost wondering if he even spoke out loud at all) A low growl rose from his throat, as he shifted his grip around the redhead's length, softly stroking the base of the other's cock and licking another slow, hot trail up the underside of it, swirling his tongue around the head. All of it was mostly experimental, half-curiosity half-something.

Mine, my prey, mine.

"Il vostro..." Renji murmured breathlessly in return, eyes wider than normal, his voice low and eager, and he barely recognized that he'd spoken, either. He was lost in sensation, his eyelashes fluttering furiously as he struggled to keep his eyes open, trying to watch the blonde, that thrice-damned tongue.

The blonde looked up, momentarily stunned, it seemed, almost freezing on the spot like he had done before. The orange gaze sought out the shinigami's, something that he couldn't quite describe. Something unknown, something quite unfamiliar but it burned along his skin almost as if Renji had touched him, burned along burned through right down into his bones. His grip on the other's hip shifted, fingertips running over the skin gently, almost a caress of sorts, as Giovanni carefullyquietly leant down, taking Renji's length into his mouth.

A gasp strangled and died in Renji's throat, gooseflesh raising spontaneously all over his body. Not only in response to the gaze that had been directed at him, nor the pleasure coiling up and down his spine, making a nest in his lower abdomen. But what they had said to one another. With or without realizing it, it didn't matter. Deliberate or not, he knew he couldn't take it back, and didn't want to, either. He sat up as much as he could, reached down with one slightly quavering hand, and brushed his fingers lightly along Giovanni's jaw, even as the young man sucked him.

There was something different now, something different about the way Renji's fingers touched his skin. Something different coiling in his gut, in his chest (it felt a little like pain, a little like pleasure, a little like his heart skipping a beat) and Giovanni let out a noise that was half-moan, half-purr, ducking his head to slowly(awkwardlycuriouslycurious) suck, his tongue tracing the veins at the underside of the redhead's length. The hand that was on Renji's hip rubbed at the other's lower abdomen, tips of his fingers almost massaging the muscles there.

Renji moaned too, the reverberations sending a shockwave down his cock, the pleasure intense. His hips twitched, shivered, but his desire not to choke the blonde kept them in check aside from those miniscule movements. He was building, so close already, and he held off as best he could, wanted to enjoy the light brush of fingerprints against his skin just a little bit longer.

His lips quirked up at the minute twitch of the other's hips and Giovanni slowly increased the suction of his lips, letting out another low, long purr that reverberated from inside his chest, making his skin prickle and his hair to stand on end. The maybesomething, maybenothing sensation (strange, so very strange) continued to linger inside the blonde as if an echo, and Giovanni moaned again, the blonde locks of hair brushing oh-so-slightly against the other's skin as he leant down even further, taking as much of Renji's length into his mouth.

And that was really all it took. Renji's fingers tensed on Giovanni's jaw, the only warning he could think to give. "Fuck..." he gasped, the word dissolving into a groan as he finished, his body shuddering violently with the intensity of his climax.

It was more or less (somewhat) accidentally that Giovanni swallowed, tasting bittersaltysomething and thick on his tongue, in his mouth and the blonde shuddered slightly, throat flexing a little before he swallowed it down. The blonde reached up, (almost)without thinking taking Renji's fingers from his jaw and (again, without even really thinking about it) intertwining their fingers together, as he moved back, laying a tentative kiss on the redhead's stomach.

The redhead shivered. More sensation after being so overcome? His fingers flexed in Giovanni's, and then tightened. However, that kiss wasn't enough for Renji, and his other hand reached up, gripping the blonde's jaw lightly, guiding him to crawl up beside so that he could press their mouths together hungrily. His tongue dipped past the other's lips, to taste himself there, and he moaned softly at the flavour, what it implied.

Giovanni willingly let himself be guided up, returning the kiss with perhaps almost equal hunger as the redhead, his free hand sliding almost automatically, instinctively, into the shinigami's red hair. Not gripping hard, but just there, pulling their mouths and bodies closer, even as the blonde bit down lightly on Renji's tongue.

Renji's lips twisted with amusement as he wriggled his tongue from the grip of teeth, his eyes dancing as they regarded the blonde. When the kiss finally broke, the shinigami grinned widely, though the expression was slightly muted by the syrupy, languid sensation of his muscles; every movement he made felt somehow slower than it ought to. "I suppose that wasn't too strenuous," he murmured teasingly.

The blonde growled lightly, the grip of his fingers tightening just a little in Renji's hair before loosening. He was almost glad (but a part of him growled again, much lower, much more possessive) when they broke the kiss, allowing Giovanni to take a short gasp of air. "Mm." He agreed wordlessly, letting his head roll onto the redhead's shoulder, almost curling up against the other man. It was that sort of drowsy feeling stealing over him, the dazed, foggy sort you might get when you're drugged, perhaps. Or drunk. The blonde tightened his grip around Renji's hand unconsciously.

The shinigami's demeanour was protectivepossessive as he nearly wrapped himself around the smaller man's frame, pulling Giovanni closer. "You should sleep," he murmured. "You need to finish healing." Renji's tone bore the slightest of disapproval, but it certainly wasn't directed at the blonde.

Giovanni murmured something that wasn't really anything, a vague protest (it wasn't like sleeping would help much; it was almost better already, if not now, he didn't need to be all.. like this) but the something under his skin stirred, stretched and yawned, and it was tired, it wanted rest, and the blonde gave up and instead curled up further against the other.

Renji chuckled softly. He wasn't tired, himself, but lay there anyway, enjoying the feel of someone beside him, his fingers dancing slowly along Giovanni's back, a gentle playing. Avoiding the blonde's neck entirely for the moment. No need to get him stirred up again. Not when he felt so relaxed.

The blonde let out a soft exhale of breath, his muscles slowly relaxing again under Renji's slowsoft movements along his skin, rendering each movement he made quite sluggish and slow. It only increased the feeling of extreme tiredness, the sleep stealing over the blonde almost even before he realised it.

It was an intrusion. Renji knew it was. But once Giovanni's breathing evened out, he couldn't help himself, or his curiosity. Carefully, the hand not at the blonde's back lifted, brushed along the other's face, nudging the mirrored orange security blanket down the bridge of his nose. The redhead was barely breathing, his heart thudding frantically in his chest.

He had hardly felt it, the other's fingers brushing over his face, the sunglasses being pushed down. Giovanni's breathing remained even, soft and quiet, and he merely shifted slightly, much too comfortable to be woken up.

Renji's fingers froze when the blonde moved, and then continued their gentle caresses, continuing to shift the sunglasses down so that he could see what lay beneath them. He hissed softly in shock at what he saw when they no longer obscured his view. The shinigami...could sort of understand why Giovanni hid his eyes. As he carefully shifted the sunglasses back up where they were, he wondered if the blonde would ever willingly show him.