This short fic is based on a role-play. The rating for this will not go much further than T but I may end up pushing those boundaries a little. Warnings include sexual references, mild violence and language.

During the role-play, I played the part of Renji and my partner played Byakuya. There may be some parts that may strike you as a bit out of character but since I'll be recounting it from memory and making it into a narrative and not just a script, I may be better able to explain any oddities that might have occurred.

I have proof-read each chapter several times over the course of writing it. I apologise in advance for any mistakes in spelling or grammar and please point them out to me so I can fix it.

It all started with a night of drunkenness. The lieutenant of the Sixth Division was meeting up with his old friends from the Eleventh Division. Lots of sake was being consumed and good times were had. As the evening drew to a close, Ikkaku Madarame and Yumichika Ayasegawa were walking Renji back to his home before they walked back to their place.

They stumbled and laughed together through the quiet streets, all of their faces having a pinkish glow from the burn of alcohol in their cheeks. The cool night was welcome against their skin after being cramped in the Eleventh's barracks for so long. Renji leaned against Ikkaku as he walked.

"I have to give credit where credit is due." Yumichika rambled. "Neither of you are terribly unattractive, certainly not compared to some people I've had the misfortune of laying my eyes upon. But, alas, you will never be more beautiful than I am!" He boasted, nimbly walking along the edges of the roofs like some overly flamboyant cat.

Renji stopped and raised an eyebrow, feeling the need to argue with the man. "Yer not the most beautiful!" He said with a wide grin. "I know someone who never speaks about his beauty because he doesn't need to!"

"Oh?" Yumichika stopped and dropped to the floor. "Go on, tell me! Who is this woman you speak of? Because I can assure you, there is no man here that has beauty like mine." (*1)

"He's no woman." Renji grinned. "And he doesn't have beauty like yours, his is more natural… more real I suppose."

Yumichika laughed haughtily. "I guess he's a figment of your imagination then."

Renji grinned wider, drunken courage getting the better of his common sense. He said the name and Ikkaku burst into laughter.

"I'm not going to let you live this down." Ikkaku grinned darkly.

All of a sudden, he realised exactly what he'd done.

"Shit."

*1 – Even though this work of fiction isn't in any way translated from Japanese, this is the only part where I'm going to call upon the laws of BS and artistic license to say that, in this short bit, Renji used the pronouns which don't specify which gender the person he's talking about is. Yumichika assumes Renji is talking about a woman because he's proud of his beauty and can't really imagine a man being more beautiful.