Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Helping Hands ❯ Helping Hands ( Chapter 1 )

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Part I
Hitsugaya had been moping all night. Renji had noticed he was looking pretty down earlier that day and invited him over to hang out after work hoping to cheer his friend up.

Poor guy. He looks so young ya can't invite him out fer drinkin' cause they won't serve im.

They had headed straight to Renji's quarters whey they'd gotten done for the day, stopping along the way to pick up some snacks for later. As soon as he'd unlocked the door, Hitsugaya went straight in, plopped himself down in a chair and proceeded to stare at the ground without blinking. It had taken Renji a few glasses of sake to get the truth out of him.

Watching him drink had been fun though-he was such a beginner. He'd take a sip, swirl it in his mouth, then pull it down his throat in a couple of swallows. It always ended with him gulping in lungfuls of air and cringing from the burn.

Definitely not a closet drinker as some had suspected.

Since his body barely aged most figured he was already schooled in the more adult aspects of life, despite his looks. Especially considering how old he really was.

Apparently not. They'd all missed the shot on that one.

Renji wondered if he'd ever participated in other adult activities. He certainly was old enough to be having some definite issues if he wasn't getting any, Renji decided, remembering himself when he'd been a teenager.

Those had certainly been some fun freakin days.

He felt bad that Hitsu hadn't really gotten to experience that, considering that he was now an adult and still resembled a child.

He had to know. It was time to try and figure out how to get the truth of the matter from Hitsugaya. The poor guy looked so miserable lately, maybe that's what was wrong. Maybe he just seriously needed to get laid. Maybe Renji needed to give Hinamori a heads up on takin care of her man.

Although those two idiots still ain't together when everyone else in tha world knows they should be.

“Hitsugaya, gotta question for ya,” Renji plowed on, deciding that tact really wasn't in his make up. “It's kinda personal, but I'm tryin to figure out what the hell's wrong with ya, so just hear me out.”

He definitely had Hitsu's attention now, the younger shinigami was sitting upright staring warily at Renji. There was a definite chill in the air all of a sudden, he noticed, watching his windows start to fog then frost over.

“Damn dude, you don't gotta flip out, I'm just tryin ta help.”

“Who says I need your help, Abarai-san? Or did you decide this on your own,” Hitsu asked in his I am a captain, fear me voice.

“It's been obvious to everyone all day, Hitsu. And dude, I went to school with ya, I was there when ya were planning ahead and learned that “I'm your captain, holier than thou” voice, it ain't gonna work on me.”

Hitsu growled and the glasses of water on the counter froze while Renji watched, quirking an eyebrow at the captain's angry gestures.

“Dammit, Hitsu. Are ya still a fuckin virgin or not? That's all I wanted ta know.”

He smirked as Hitsu sat there, mouth opened widely, gaping, before pulling himself together and blushing furiously.

Yup. He's a virgin.

“I-I-I,” Hitsu stuttered, trying to spit out a sentence. He sounded like a skipping record at that point and looked a bit like a fish.

“Spit it out, dude, it ain't nothin ta be ashamed about. Ya look so young I can see where that'd be a problem for ya.”

Hitusgaya turned even redder and stared down at the floor once more, focusing all of his attention on his feet.

“It isn't my fault that I look like a fucking five year old,” he finally mumbled softly, confirming Renji's answer and showing just how frustrated he was by cursing. He rarely let anything that emotional spill out, Renji knew.

“We'll fix ya right up, don't worry.”

Hitsugaya's head snapped up then, a doubtful look most prominent on his still slightly child like features.

“I'm guessin that it's Hinamori that ya'd like, huh. You two have always been so close, it'd be weird to see ya with anybody else.”

“Yes. Momo is the only one that I have thought of in that way,” he admitted softly.

“Hold still. I wanna check somethin,” Renji told him, scooting forward to untie the now indignant white haired captain's robes. Pushing them off the slender frame, he let them pool around Hitsu's waist, then sat back to take a good look.

“Renji,” Hitsu sputtered, “What the hell are you doing to me?”

Ooh, another bad word. Renji decided he must really be getting to the guy.

He sized Hitsu up, thinking that while he did look a little bit like a kid, he definitely wasn't, and deciding that if certain still hidden parts of him were as not kid like as the muscular chest that was now exposed, then Momo would certainly be having a good time someday soon.

Hitsugaya kept himself in top shape, his form well defined and muscled despite the way he usually looked clothed. His body had aged over the years, but for some reason his defining features, like his nose and mouth, refused to develop much past childhood.

No one understood the phenomenon, most just thought it was a byproduct of his insanely well developed powers. They had come very early to what had been labeled a child prodigy, but at what cost. Common consensus had decided the trade-off was how slowly his features aged. They all acknowledged that he was older, taller, that he now had a physique comparable to the others his age, but his damn face made them feel like he was a kid.

Damn! He is pretty buff under all those robes. It really makes him look a lot older when he's half naked.

Maybe he should just walk around that way, Renji smirked to himself, imagining all the chicks throwing themselves at the virginal captain.

“Just checkin ya out. Seein if you looked like a kid under all them clothes. Ya really don't, ya know. All them muscles makes ya look older.”

Hitsu stared back with a touch of relief mostly hidden by uncertainty.

“Have ya ever kissed a girl before?”

He shook his head slowly, blush returning and gaze dropping yet again.

“Ya really shouldn't be so embarrassed about this with me Hitsu. Don't worry, we're gonna take care of it. Let's start with kissin. It ain't hard a' tall, ya just gotta do what feels good. Let me show ya.”

Hitsu jerked his gaze back to Renji then, eyes widening with shock.

Leaning in he saw Hitsu staring at his mouth questioningly. He pressed on, sliding his hand around to cup the soft white hair, he touched their lips together. Deciding to make it a more complete lesson, he ran his tongue along the crease of Hitsu's mouth, gaining entrance when the little shinigami gasped in surprise.

Stroking the warm tongue he'd found, Renji ran his other hand down the toned chest, finding a small nipple and tweaking it lightly he continued on, holding the now shivering Hitsu close to him. Caressing the delicate ribs, he worked his way further downward. Tickling, taunting, his fingers played in the small belly button, savoring the slight shudder that flowed through his companion at the touch.

Deciding to tease him a little more, Renji ran his fingers around Hitsu's waist, sliding lightly beneath the material piled there, stroking rhythmically across the thin line of hair that trailed down past the cloth.

Breaking the kiss, he heard Hitsu gasp for air, body quivering, eyes closed. Withdrawing his hand, Renji reached for him, pulling him close, tucking the smaller man snugly against him, then resting his chin on the other's silky white hair.

“Damn dude, that was hot,” Renji murmured, shaking his head slightly, mussing the white hair even more. “We might have ta do that again sometime.”

“Y-you're very good at that Abarai,” Hitsugaya told him softly, breath still rasping lightly. “I would never have thought a simple kiss could feel like that,” he mused aloud, voice filled with wonder.

Pride stroked by the amazement flowing through the soft words, Renji wondered if he should take the lesson any further..

“Glad ya liked it. If ya want, feel free to kiss me whenever,” he definitely wouldn't mind a little more of that. It had surprised him as well, the way he'd felt when touching Hitsu's virginal body. Everything had seemed electric, sparking in a way he hadn't experienced in a long time.

When he felt the small head snuggle into his neck, he sighed, still unable to believe the feelings the slender body resting trustingly against him were producing. It was weird to think that as long as they'd know each other, they were just now discovering this electricity.

It's almost too bad that he's going to be with Hinamori.

But, that was life, and Renji held no ill will against it. In all reality, the two of them wouldn't fit together for long. Renji had his sights firmly set on someone else anyway.

If only that certain aristocratic someone would drag the stick out of his ass long enough to notice.

Suddenly, an idea popped into his now mushy brain. It was a frickin' awesome one too, he decided.

Maybe he could help Momo and Hitsu on their way!

He'd bet his shades that Hinamori was still a virgin too.

Biting back a groan, he tilted his head as soft, slightly unsure kisses feathered their way up his neck, following the tattoos found there. Sighing, he loosened his hold when he felt Hitsu start to stir restlessly.

Just a few more minutes. They could enjoy themselves just a little more, then it would be time to stop; definitely time to let him wait for his night with Hina. Deep inside, unsure of where the knowledge came from, he knew that if they progressed, Hitsugaya would be stricken. It would tear the young man up to know that he'd waited so long for Hinamori only to give in during the heat of the moment.

Renji remembered how hard it was to turn away from newly discovered passion.

It was almost impossible when ya first discovered somethin' to have the clarity of mind ta force yourself ta stop.

The questing lips were now tickling his jaw, working their way toward his mouth. When they reached their goal, he parted his lips eagerly, wanting to taste that freshly opened desire once more.

Part II

He watched as Hitsugaya made his way unsteadily out the front door, heading toward his own quarters for the night. Renji briefly wondered if he shouldn't walk the young man home, to assure he got there safely, but knew that the shinigami's pride had suffered enough for the night to want what he would see as babying.

Renji knew he was appreciative, but also understood that it embarrassed him to have to be guided like he was. It was hard for him to be in that body and have reached the age he had, without having known the touch of a female.

Pride really is a bitch to battle.

It did feel good to know that Hitsu trusted him enough to let things go as they had.

Pushing the earnest young man away hadn't been easy, but he'd seen the grateful look in his eyes when the smoke had cleared.

It really did feel nice to know that he'd done the right thing; it kind of made him all warm and fuzzy inside. That wouldn't last though, he decided, looking down at the straining hardness buried under his robes.

Parting his robes, he reached down and wrapped his hand around the thick length, almost groaning at the first touch.

It was definitely time for some relief, he decided, hand starting to stroke. Moaning at the sensation, picking up momentum, his hips pumped restlessly, driving hard; with images of Hitsugaya in his mind spurring him on.

It definitely won't take long after all tha excitement tonight.

Leaning back on the bed, hand squeezing tighter, he dug his heels in, body fighting toward completion. Stroking faster, harder his chin pressed forward tightly to his chest.

Feeling his limbs start to shake, Renji squeezed his eyes shut, hips jerking once, twice. Body clenching in climax, he bit back a yell as the hot thick liquid coated his hand and abdomen. Slowing the strokes, he brought his body back down on the bed, head lolling back to rest on the pillow.

He lay there for a few minutes, breathing heavily and enjoying the post climactic haze surrounding him at the moment.

A short while later, Renji stirred. Dragging his sated, limp body from the bed he headed for the bathroom to clean up

Now, he decided, throwing the damp towel into a pile of dirty laundry, it was time to turn his idea into reality. Smirking, he mentally made plans to invite Hitsugaya and Hinamori over for drinks the next night and get the ball rolling.

Might oughta clean up a bit first though. Chicks don't usually dig seein dirty robes all over tha place.

Walking around, picking up robes and throwing them over his shoulder, he wondered if there was a way to bribe Rangiku into doing his laundry.

Part III

He had finally convinced the two of them to come over tonight, which had been no easy feat. Hitsugaya had been almost as difficult as Hinamori, nervous about progressing his relationship with Momo any further but excited at the same time. He'd threatened Renji a bit, almost turning his nose into a block of ice, before finally giving in and quietly thanking him as he had left the office, even smiling as he turned to shut the door.

It felt awesome to be able to help the two of them. They were still good friends, although not quite as close as they'd once been during their academy days. Life had pulled them in different directions, handing them a different set of cards in the process. They had each dealt with it in their own way.

Renji now enjoyed spending his off duty hours out drinking with his buddies from Kenpachi's division. The group was well known at some of the lower class bars, having spent many nights lost in drunken oblivion.

Hinamori, who had always been quiet, even during their academy days, had become even more withdrawn after being appointed Aizen's vice captain. She'd always been friendly, happily talking to all her friends whenever she happened across them, but never quite coming out of her shell. She had buried herself even deeper now, always turning down invitations to do things socially with the other vice captains, finally telling Rangiku that she didn't want to do anything that might reflect badly on Aizen.

The only times she completely opened up anymore were in Hitsugaya's presence, and it was always a sight to behold. She'd get the biggest smile on her face, almost glowing while she quietly picked on her childhood friend.

Hitsugaya, while befriending and earning the respect of the other captains, refrained from going out with them. He also turned down most of the invitations from his academy friends, since the majority of them liked going to bars. Renji guessed it was because of his physical body. He could only imagine how embarrassing it would be to go to a bar and get refused service at their age.

Shaking his head, he smiled happily, genuinely glad about the way things were progressing and fervently hoping that tonight would be the night the other two were drawn completely out of their shell, finally admitting how they felt about each other. He only hoped they would continue to move forward, letting others know of their relationship and publicly opening themselves up somewhat.

Whistling an upbeat tune, he continued on to his own office, planning to request the second half of the day off. Grinning, he wondered what favours he should offer taichou in exchange.

Part IV

Good. Everything was ready. The sake warmed, the place tidied up, all his laundry off to Matsumoto's for cleaning.

He groaned aloud, remembering what he'd had to promise to get her to take care of it for him. He would definitely put that off for as long as inhumanly possible. She'd taken great pleasure in extracting a promise from him to let the Shingami Fashion Committee have him for the night. They were wanting to petition to update the shinigami's standard uniforms and needed a male to try out new ideas on. They'd gotten the females uniforms figured out, but hadn't been able to find a single man willing to give them complete reign over him for an evening. She'd cackled with glee describing the outfits they'd planned thus far, informing him that she was glad he liked pink flowery clothing.

Knowing them he'd end up in bright fuscia with tulips all over him.

The things he did for his friends.

They sure as hell better appreciate what he was gonna do for them.

Hearing a soft, hesitant tap on the door, he went to open it. Fixing his innocent smile firmly in place, he let Hinamori in, doing his best to behave politely and inquiring about her day.

“It has been a very good day, thank you Abarai-san. Aizen brought in a nice lunch for the two of us while we worked on our paperwork. He is a very thoughtful taichou,” she said, blushing sweetly while speaking of her captain.

She really had become a very timid woman under the older captain's tutelage, Renji reflected, wondering what exactly the seemingly harmless shinigami had done to her. There was something about that man he didn't trust. He was just too syrupy nice for it to be anything more than an act.

Settling Hinamori in a chair, they chatted quietly about their respective days, waiting for Hitsugaya's arrival.

A short while later, a second knock sounded, more forceful than the first, signaling Hitsu's slightly late appearance.

“I apologize for being late. There was a minor emergency right before the day ended. Matsumoto was begging to be let off early to tend to her laundry, and I ended up doing the majority of the paperwork.”

Damn! Maybe he should've told Rangiku what he was planning. It was ironic really, that she'd dumped all the division's paperwork off on Hitsu to do Renji's laundry on the night that Renji was waiting for Hitsugaya.

Still holding onto his harmless guy smile, he ushered Hitsu in and sat him beside Hinamori.

“Let me grab us somethin ta drink, you two,” he said as he hurried from the room not giving them time to protest. Grabbing three dishes, he poured the perfectly warmed sake.

Carrying the dishes back through, he placed one in front of each of them, raising his as a silent toast, again not giving them any time to offer objections.

Noticing the uncertain expression on Hinamori's face, he hurried to draw her in.

“Drink up Hinamori. It's only tha three of us, and we won't drink much,” he lied through his teeth,” and besides, who better ta drink with than old friends?”

Mixed emotions flew across her face, finally settling on resignation with a touch of the uncertainty still there.

Her hand tentatively picked up the dish.

“Thank you Abarai-san,” she murmured eyes fixed firmly on the sake.

“Ya know you're more `n welcome Hina. And what tha hell's that Abarai-san stuff, ya can still call me Renji like ya used to.”

She reddened before acknowledging his statement.

“Thank you, Renji,” she said softly, bringing the sake to her lips. At the first sip her face puckered up. After swallowing she coughed delicately then looked to Hitsugaya.

Renji watched him smile reassuringly at her. The way the two of them interacted was one of the most heart warming things Renji had ever seen. Everyone else in Soul Society had noticed too, always wondering why the two of them weren't together. It was obvious to everyone how much they genuinely cared for one another.

Well, they were certainly going to take care of that tonight, he reminded himself, grinning excitedly as the first steps of his plan came to fruition. They now had Hina drinking which had really been a big first step, as he was almost completely certain she'd never had a drink in her life.

They talked about everyday things, working their way through a second dish of sake, enjoying the companionable evening.

A couple of hours later, he watched his other two slightly sloshed companions leaning toward each other, chatting amiably. Both were more animated than he'd ever seen them. They had moved to sit together on the futon after walking to the window to look at the stars. Without either even noticing, Hina's small hand was held comfortably in Hitsu's larger one.

It was time, he thought to himself, smile broadening as he moved unobtrusively over to sit behind Hitsu. Laying his arms lightly around the smaller mans waist, he leaned into him, pressing his chest against the lithe back. Pushing forward, he felt a slight stiffening before Hitsu gave in and leaned toward Hinamori. He saw the surprise register on her features a split second before the two sets of lips touched.

Sliding a hand down Hitsu's muscled arm, he caressed his wrist lightly before intertwining their fingers, palm held firmly to the top of the other's hand. Lifting his arm, he pulled the unresisting hand over to slide lightly around Hina's side, moving to her back and tugging the two of them closer together.

He smiled when he felt the hand under his open then close, pulling the girls robes into a tight grasp. Deciding his work there was done, he ran his hand up to the dark brown locks, stroking the trembling neck lightly before pressing on the back of her head, pushing her further into Hitsu's embrace.

Leaning back slightly, he watched as her hand came up to caress Hitsu's pink tinged cheek. The smaller shinigami trembled, visibly deepening the kiss, groaning lightly. Renji was sure there were two tongues now caressing each other. Feeling his blood rise at the sight in front of him, he wrapped his arms back around Hitsu, running his palms lightly up and down the trembling chest, pausing near the pale neck to slide under the other's robes.

Grasping tightly, he pulled the rumpled edges of cloth, feeling the material part. Leaning forward he nipped softly, scraping his teeth across the back of the slender neck in front of him. Hands farther apart now, he teased the flat nipples with soft fingers before reaching up to pull the robe off the pale shoulders.

Deciding he'd better involve Hina a bit more, he reached over, framing her face lightly between his palms before sliding down her neck and parting her robe. Feeling Hitsu's hand come up, probably to protest the measure, he grabbed the wrist and brought the slightly protesting fingers to the edges of the material. Seeing the two of them break apart for air, he heard her gasp, eyes closing as Hitsu's fingertips traced lightly across the now bare skin of her collarbone.

Smiling, he brought his hands back to Hitsu's chest. Sliding the robe to rest in the crook of the shivering elbows. He brought his palms to lay flat against the other man's stomach, fingers tickling lightly, then slowly sliding down, running a finger around the small belly button as he passed it. Hearing a groan escape his friend, he made a mental note of the hotspot, filing it away for later.

Feeling Hitsu's head fall back to rest on his shoulder, he moved one of his hands to the back of Hina's neck once more. Pressing her head forward, he happily realized there was almost no resistance now. He pushed her face into the bare neck, watching as she took the hint and kissed softly. Hitsu's breath sped up instantly and Hinamori, seeming to realize the power she had, took the initiative and ran her tongue lightly over Hitsugaya's throat, drawing a little moan from the small captain who was by now breathing rather harshly.

Moving the hand on Hinamori's neck downward he started inching the robe off her slender, delicate shoulders.

Unable to stop himself, he leaned forward kissing her forehead, pushing until her face turned up then pressing his open mouth to hers. Hearing her moan, he kissed her more fiercely, hand pulling on her robe until she moved her hands and freed her arms. When she pressed forward, he felt Hitsu tremble beneath him as her bare body pressed firmly against his chest. Feeling Hina jerk lightly almost breaking their kiss, he opened his eyes and saw Hitsus' hand resting on her ribs, just under the curve of her breast.

Stroking her tongue with his, he drew his hand back to rest once again on top of Hitsugaya's, drawing it upward to hold her breast in the trembling palm. Brushing his thumb back and forth across her nipple, he used his other hand to untie Hitsu's robes. Parting them quickly, he tugged lightly on the line of crinkly hair descending from the sensitive belly button. Renji heard him groan and felt him lift his head from its resting place. Feeling a warm mouth tentatively nibbling on his ear, nipping the earlobe sharply, he groaned, releasing Hina's mouth and turned to plunder Hitsugaya's. Laving the smaller warm tongue, he gasped when Hina's soft hand started working the ties on the front of his own robes, feeling relieved when the material finally gaped open.

Eyes closing, he pushed forward, loving the feel of his sensitive nipples brushing Hitsu's warm back. Reaching to grab Hina's hand he tugged bringing them both to rest lightly on Hitsu's bare thigh. Feeling the other two jump at the contact, he broke the kiss, moving to get on his knees. Reaching forward, he gently pushed Hitsuhina back on the bed, urging Hitsugaya forward with the firm pressure of his body against the pale skin of the captains back. As they leaned toward her, Hitsu's robes fell free, pooling around his lower body where he still sat on the bed.

As Hitsu's lips found Hina's neck he pressed his own against the sensitive spot where the small shinigami's shoulder began. Nibbling lightly, using his hands, he coaxed the firm body beneath him to rest on bent knees.

Task accomplished he sat back on his heels, arousal skyrocketing when he saw the naked body kneeling in front of him. He saw the small mouth making it's down to a naked begging breast. Hearing her gasp, he laid his now bare body against Hitsu's back once more, reaching around to press the other mans hand down along Hinamori's side, feeling them both jerk beneath him when the joined hands brushed across her hips, continuing until pale, slender fingers tangled in the curls at the apex of her thighs.

Drawing his own hand back, he placed it on Hitsu's thigh, teasing his way upwards, while kissing a path down the spine bowed so enticingly in front of him. Hand stroking thigh, mouth teasing back, both reached their goal at the same time. He heard Hitsu gasp loudly when Renji ran his tongue down the virginal cleft, hand softly stroking the hardened, very age appropriate, length. Hearing Hina's breathing speed up, he felt an arm brush his as Hitsu started stroking her. Circling the puckered entrance with his tongue, he felt the other man press needily back against him. Using his other hand, he parted the pale cheeks, pressing his face forward, tongue plunging deep, forcing the virginal muscles to give, plundering the tight opening.

Hearing Hitsu groan loudly, he moved his stroking hand away, reaching for Hinamori. Finding Hitsu's shaking hand, stroking lightly across her opening, he used his fingers to press two of the shivering digits between her drenched folds. Feeling them both shudder, Renji showed him how to stroke her, helping them to find a rhythm. Bringing his thumb up to flick back and forth across her begging clit, he felt her body stiffen.

Feeling Hitsu press back against him, he removed his tongue, the slender body begging for more as he kissed and licked his way back to the pale neck. Bringing one hand to stroke Hitsu's straining cock he used the other to press the quivering man forward. Seeing their mouths connect, he grasped the now weeping length firmly, rubbing it softly, tauntingly across Hinamori's slit, startling surprised cries from both.

Pressing his own aching erection against Hitsu's opening, he flushed, watching the frustrated man attempting to press backwards and forwards at the same time. Teasing, torturing him for a few moments more, Renji grinned into the white sweat soaked hair now pressed back against his face.

Finally taking pity on Hitsu, he rocked his hips forward, closing his eyes and groaning as he felt his cock sliding between the other's cheeks, hearing two almost identical gasps as the smaller shinigami slid slightly inside Hinamori's tight opening. Using his body, he pressed steadily forward, feeling her stiffen slightly, hearing her soft cry as her virginal muscles stretched, accepting Hitsugaya. Finally feeling Hitsu sink all the way in, he held him there with his chest while thrusting his hips, brushing against Hitsu's balls with his own hard length.

Pressing a finger into Hina's mouth he felt her tongue stroke him, causing his own body to tighten. Pulling back slightly, he drew his hand up the back of Hitsu's leg, dipping his fingers between the wiggling cheeks before positioning one digit at the entrance to Hitsu's body. Circling, taunting him with the slippery finger, he eased the pressure against Hitsu's back, allowing the other man to move. Stroking lightly, he groaned when Hitsu pressed backwards impaling himself on Renji's finger. Pushing forward, he heard the other two groan when Hitsu sank deeply back inside Hinamori. He felt the man beneath him struggling, pressing forward, back, pushing harder. Thrusting a second fingers inside he felt Hitsu quiver, barely breaking rhythm as he rocked more frantically.

Deciding it was time, he licked his other hand, spreading the moisture along his length, groaning at the contact. Pulling his fingers out, he grasped the narrow hips firmly, halting Hitsu for the moment. Hearing them both moan at the loss of movement, he placed himself against Hitsugaya's entrance, pressing forward slowly, biting his lip to keep from shouting as the tight wet heat engulfed him completely. Pausing once inside, he gave the panting man a chance to adjust, waiting until he felt Hitsu's hips moving restlessly before starting to thrust. Releasing his hold on the slender hips, he planted his palms on the bed, hands on either side of Hinamori's head. He thrust hard, burying Hitsugaya in Hina's dripping heat once more, all three groaning in unison. Rocking hard, strokes becoming fevered, he felt the girl stiffening beneath them.

Hitsugaya twitched under him, shouting in surprise when Renji brushed against that special hidden spot, tightening around the red haired man's length. Shuddering Renji sped up.

Feeling her shaking legs on either side of them, he picked up the pace even more, knowing she was near. Hitsugaya started trembling beneath him, breath coming in short pants, causing Renji's body to quiver. Knowing they were all close, Renji moved frantically, striving for the release his body craved. In out, faster, harder, propelling all three towards the edge. Muscles stiffening, screaming for relief, he felt Hitsu tighten impossibly around him, limbs jerking as the captain's straining body emptied into Hina, her body shivering from the pleasure and shock of her newly discovered release. The spasms from Hitsu milking him, pulling him deeper, drowning him, he shouted as he felt himself filling the gasping man. All three rode out the shared climax breathing hard, bodies shaking with each new wave of feeling.

Panting, Renji pulled slowly out of Hitsu, collapsing to the side of the other two. Reaching over he pulled them onto his chest, bodies still intertwined, three sets of legs still mingling, sweat drying.

Laying quietly for a few minutes, he stroked both heads softly. When Hitsugaya raised up to look at him, he smiled at the happiness he saw in those now warmed eyes, gently acknowledging Hitsu's silent thank you.

Tonight had gone perfectly, he mused, watching the two curled up on his chest, draping off his sides. Hopefully now the two of them would stay together, realizing exactly what it was they had found. It was the one thing most of Soul Society was searching, hoping for.

They were definitely two of the lucky ones.

Now if only Byakuya would open his eyes and see what was right in front of him.

Renji smirked as another plan formed in his head.

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