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A Test of Faith	By : honeyMellon Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Renji/Shuuhei Views: 1155 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: No underaged beings, humans or otherwise, are involved in this work of fiction. Bleach and all its characters belong to Kubo Tite, I just "expand" them for fun. I do not make any profit from these work of fiction.

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Thank you everyone for your patience! Here are some fresh lemons for a snack! xD
Previously on "A Test of Faith":

You have to stop acting like some stupid, love-sick girl, she told herself fiercely.

Chapter 11

"Faster! Ohhh...fuck, please...faster...faster..."
"No."
"Wha—what do you mean 'no'? Ohh...god...faster...faster..."
"No."
"P-please! Faster!"
"No."
"Fuck you!"
"But you're already fucking me."
Renji thought he was going to lose his mind. There he was, pinned down on his own bed, knees bent and legs apart at Shuuhei's mercy. His erection throbbed painfully as he felt the faint ache that always accompanied the familiar feeling of fullness in his tight passage...oh, and that goddamn friction that was there but not quite enough to push him over the edge. And so he was left teetering on the edge, his release just barely within reach, so close yet cruelly denied just as he felt that tightening in the pit of his stomach.
"Faster! Please!" Renji howled, clutching the sheets in frustration. He could feel tears pooling at the corners of his eyes, threatening to trickle down his cheeks. "Shuuhei!" A string of muttered curses followed.
Holding the redhead in place with firm grasps on his shoulders, Shuuhei grinned cheekily as he rolled his hips, thrusting at a steady but agonizingly slow pace into the man writhing beneath him. His breath was ragged and the muscles in his arms strained to support his weight. He had been going at this same speed for a while now; he knew that Renji must be aching for release, but he repeatedly denied the redhead by keeping still every time he felt the muscles pulse slightly around his member.
Renji snapped his hips upwards in an attempt to increase the friction but his efforts were in vain. Shuuhei had purposely positioned himself such that his body would not brush against Renji's arousal, and with him maintaining the slow pace like that while restricting the redhead's movements, Renji couldn't get much relief no matter how hard he tried.
"Ohhh..." Renji closed his eyes and let out a long moan. He felt a tear escape his eye and roll down his right cheek, and he almost sobbed. He was getting desperate, very very desperate, and for a fleeting moment he wondered if he could simply use kido to bind his lover and turn the tables.
"Do you promise you won't kill me if I let you come now?" Shuuhei asked teasingly.
"I'll t-try," Renji gasped, laughing in spite of himself. He gritted his teeth...any time now, any time now... His body tensed up in anticipation as he felt Shuuhei slowly pull out almost all the way. Then his mind went blank as Shuuhei slammed back in and began to pound—hard, fast, and rough—just the way Renji liked it. A strangled cry left his lips as a wave of unbelievably intense pleasure swept him away.
Shuuhei watched as the redhead's face contorted in the rush of his climax, then he gasp out loud as tight muscles clenched down on him. Grunting, he spilled his seed deep within Renji, then collapsed onto the man's sweaty, semen-covered body. The sudden release of tension in the muscles left his arms trembling as he lay there listening to the erratic heartbeat in the chest beneath him.
"Fuck...you..." Renji cursed between pants.
"Again?" Shuuhei asked, feigning innocence. He was immediately rewarded by a playful slap on the side of his head, and he burst out laughing.
"You're unbelievable," Renji murmured as he raked through the short dark hair of the man lying on top of him.
The head lifted, and a pair of dark grey eyes peered at him. "Do you not like it?"
Renji snorted. "Of course I love it, idiot," he said, laughing softly. "God...you really know how to make me feel good." He took in a deep breath and smiled at the faint scent of shampoo from Shuuhei's hair—how did the guy always manage to smell so good even after he sweats? "I love everything you do," he added, caressing Shuhhei's back. "I love you."
"I love you too," Shuuhei whispered and tightened his arms around his lover. It may sound silly for a manly man like him—and he would never admit it in public, but cuddling after sex was one of his favorite things to do. He loved basking in the afterglow and feeling the warmth from Renji's body like this.
Unfortunately for him, he didn't get the chance to enjoy it for long. A hell butterfly fluttered in through window and hovered over them. Groaning, Shuuhei sat up and rubbed his sore arms, while Renji propped himself up on his elbows.
"Attention all captains and vice captains of the Gotei 13, there has been a report of hollow-sighting in Karakura town. Please report to your stations and stand by for further instructions. I repeat, attention all captains and vice captains..."
Before the message finished repeating, the two vice captains had already shrugged into their shihakusho—Renji taking more time than usual because he had to clean himself.
Just as Renji was about to leave, Shuuhei stopped him.
"Here," the dark-haired man said, retrieving a small object from his pocket. It was a small o-mamori. Holding up Renji's right hand, Shuuhei pressed it into the open palm. "Happy birthday," he said with a smile.
Renji stared at the amulet in his hand in surprise. The pouch was made of beautifully-embroidered cloth, and it felt like there was something thin and solid inside.
"To keep you safe," Shuuhei said, blushing faintly. He had heard of this kind of amulets from Rukia; they were supposed to bring good luck and provide protection for its owner.
"Shuuhei…" Renji whispered, feeling touched. After tucking the o-mamori carefully into his shihakusho, he cupped Shuuhei's face and planted a soft kiss on the man's lips.
Then, they darted off in opposite directions.

"Abarai-fukutaicho," Kuchiki Byakuya in his typical monotone. "We've been assigned recon duty, you are to select another member of our division and head to Karakura town as soon as possible. Do not engage the enemy unless it is absolutely necessary. Report back with your observations in three hours."
"Yes, taicho," Renji said with a bow, then he left the office to find the 3rd seat. As it turned out, the 3rd seat officer was ill, so he was stuck with the duty of finding a substitute at the last moment.
Looking around at the 6th squad officers in the room, his eyes finally settled on a familiar face. "Akari, come with me," he said briskly and turned on his heel before the girl could even react.
Face flushed in a mixture of excitement, pride, and nervousness, Akari jumped to her feet and ran after her vice captain. A real mission! she thought, feeling a rush of adrenalin. As she scrambled to keep up with Renji, she ran her fingers along the hilt of her zanpakutou for reassurance. The prospect of facing real danger sent her pulse racing, to the point that she didn't even think of feeling embarrassed or happy that she was going on a mission with just her vice captain.

"Ichigo! Rukia!" Renji called out at the two figures dressed in shihakusho as he stepped out of the senkai gate. His friends, having anticipating his arrival, stood in front of the gate to greet him.
Akari looked at the orange-haired teenager in fascination. So this was the substitute shinigami whom everyone raved about, she thought. Kurosaki Ichigo was surprisingly thin for someone said to be extremely strong. Her eyes lingered on his ridiculously large zanpakutou. Then she turned to look at the petite girl standing next to him; she was short—even shorter than Akari herself, with shoulder-length black hair and large violet eyes. Kuchiki Rukia, the adoptive sister of the revered 6th division captain. She had heard a lot about her, too.
"Guys, this is Akari from my squad. Akari, Ichigo, Rukia," Renji said briskly, anxious for action. The three of them nodded at each other in greeting.
"Relax, I've only seen two so far," Ichigo said with a shrug. "I don't know why you guys got all riled up."
Renji glared at the boy. "They're taking these sightings very seriously," he said. "Remember the last hollow attack?"
Ichigo fell silent and nodded grimly. That was the incident that nearly got Shuuhei killed.
"They haven't done any damage so far," Rukia added.
"In that case, let's split up and keep our eyes open. Meet back here in half an hour," Renji suggested. Ichigo and Rukia nodded in agreement, then they disappeared with a quick flash step.
Akari hesitated. Was she supposed to go off by herself too? She suddenly felt a stab of fear and uncertainty. She told herself that she was ready for the field, but she hadn't been in a real battle before.
"Follow me," Renji said, saving Akari from her dilemma.

Almost twenty minutes had passed, and they had yet to see anything out of the ordinary. Akari felt the tension in her body gradually melt away. Perhaps she won't see any real action today after all.
"Are you scared?" Renji asked. As usual, he was blunt about it. If someone were to ask Ikkaku or Ichigo this question...
"A little," Akari admitted, her face turning pink. She had to say, with her non-existent experience, she would be rather useless in a real battle.
As if he could read her thoughts, Renji said with a smile, "Everyone has to start somewhere, you know. You should've seen Ichigo, he was an absolute idiot in the beginning. You'll learn after being in enough fights."
Akari nodded, feeling a bit better. Now that the high from the adrenalin rush had more or less dissipated, she was painfully aware that she was alone with her vice captain. Feeling her cheeks burn in embarrassment, she turned her face away to avoid looking at the man.
"Che, this is boring," the redhead commented.
He's bored, Akari realized in amusement. "Do you enjoy fighting?" she asked curiously.
Renji's face broke out in a grin. "I enjoy some action now and then," he said. "Feels good to kill off those bastards."
Akari laughed. "Well, I don't know if I would enjoy it so much," she said, caresssing the hilt of her sword.
As if to test her, a sudden explosion rang a few blocks from them. Smoke bellowed from the ground, blocking their view completely.
"Come on!" Renji yelled and flash-stepped towards the scene. Akari followed, doing her best to keep up with her vice captain's speed.

The ruined building stood smoldering. Akari looked around her apprehensively as she stepped carefully among the debris. It was amazing—and frightening—to see that the hollow was able to deal so much damage in so little time. By the time the two of them arrived, there was no sign left of the creature.
Renji ran his fingers along a crumbled wall, examining the jagged edges. His brows furrowed in thought. It was not clean slices, so he could probably rule out blades as the weapon. The amount of small-sized broken bricks on the ground indicated that the hollow had smashed right through the building. It could mean that the hollow was very large, or it had some kind of blunt weapon.
Akari wandered around the building, eyeing the surrounding area. The explosion had centered on this building, but the ones within ten feet had taken some damage as well. Here and there she could see smashed windows and broken roof tiles. She crouched down to inspect the debris to see if she could pick out any clues about the hollow.
With her back towards the sky, she did not see the hollow descending upon her, but Renji caught the whiff of foreign spiritual pressure just in time to turn around and see the hollow raise an oversized hammer over its head. His blood ran cold as muscular arms flexed to swing down the weapon.
"Watch out!"
At his scream, Akari turned around and turned pale at the sight of the approaching creature. She froze, not able to tear her eyes away from the impending danger, yet unable to move her body.
"No!"

To be continued...
NOTE:

O-mamori are Japanese amulets, typically sold at religious sites such as shrines. They typically come in the form of a small brocade bag containing a prayer or religious inscription. Sometimes it may contain some other personal artifacts, like a photo. They are believed to bring good luck and/or ward off bad luck.
Sneak preview of the next chapter:

"Open your eyes, please...open your eyes..."
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