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Title: Touch My Heart

Story: 1

Part: 5

Fandom: Bleach

Characters: Renji, Kenpachi, mentions of Byakuya

Word count: 1,661

AN: Since I had a “eh” moment Wednesday, you get this lovely bit of story.
To note, yes, there is a time skip here. Okay?
Enjoy.
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Humming a happy little tune as he walked into his lover’s bedroom, Renji smiled to himself as he put the bag over his shoulder down onto the made bed. He looked around and raised an eyebrow at the fact that the room looked a little mused before noticing that there was a pile of clothes near a wall.
Smiling at figuring that his partner had swung by, he turned to his bag, mind wandering to he had come to a point in his life that he was at Byakuya’s home while on his lunch break. Just over forty years before he had graduated from the academy and started to work as a full fledge shinigami, bouncing around until about ten years ago when he had landed in Kenpachi’s division. From there he had become an inter-division team leader, shifting from first wave to second wave and clean up.
He had also become Kenpachi’s longest known sexual partner, staying with him up until he had become lovers with his new taicho, one Byakuya Kuchiki. It had been six months since Ichigo and his friends had left and six months since he had his lover had gotten together.

True, he missed the creative sex that was always just what he wanted at that time but he still enjoyed having sex with Byakuya, even with as much topping as he did with the other man.
Groaning, Renji stretched before he pulled off the bedding from the futon, folding it and tucking it away into the closet. He idly noted that there was a lingering scent that was different then their own but brushed that off to a new cleaner used by the servants. It was as he was pulling the pillowcases off of the pillows that he noticed a tear in the case, one that he knew hadn’t been there that morning. And he knew just how it had gotten there.

“Please don’t tell me,” he breathed, his mind working through the little clues that he had gathered but had thought nothing of since he walked in.
The room had looked ruffled and a pile of clothes sat near one wall, which was odd considering his lover had supposedly been in a clan meeting before he had arrived at the sixth division. Unless he had spilt tea or something on his uniform, Byakuya never changed after a clan meeting. Not only that, but also the bedding had a scent to it that wasn’t just new cleaning supplies.
Swallowing heavily as he walked over to the closet, Renji picked up the sheet and sniffed at it, catching the scent of chaotic power. Whimpering as his gut twisted up, he dropped the sheet and went for the clothes, remembering well that Kenpachi loved leaving his scent on his partners, drenching them in a primal way. Bringing Byakuya’s kosodo to his nose, he whimpered once more as he dropped the fabric back down, his stomach lurching hard. Running to the bathroom, he lost his lunch, clenching at the toilet rim before going limp on the floor.
Licking at his lips, nose wrinkling at the lingering taste of bile, Renji stood up on rubbery legs and started to rinse out his mouth. His mind whirled with hurt and betrayal. “I need to stop and think,” he breathed as he put a bit of toothpaste onto his toothbrush, scrubbing the taste out of his mouth.

Once his mouth and teeth had been cleaned once more, toothbrush rinsed off and placed into the holder, Renji stumbled into the bedroom and sat down on the still stripped futon. Reaching into his bag, he found the phone that everyone used since the end of the invasion by Ichigo and his friend. Flipping it open, he hunted down the number that he wanted and called her.

“Abarai-fukutaicho, what can I help you with?” Unohana asked when she answered her line.

“I am sorry for calling you and probably disturbing your lunch, Unohana-taicho, but I was wondering if you could do something for me,” Renji said, wincing at the roughness of his voice.
“If you are asking for a note off, depending on why, I may be able to do so,” Unohana replied.
Renji rubbed at his face. “My gut decided that today was a good day to turn itself inside out. Didn’t help that I just learned something really heavy,” he said, being as vague as possible but still being truthful. He had never been able to lie to the Fourth Division taicho and wasn’t going to start anytime soon.
Unohana hummed softly. “Very well. I’ll send a butterfly to Kuchiki-taicho telling him that a sudden sickness has hit you,” she stated, making Renji smile slightly. “But I do want to see you tomorrow before you return to work.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Renji breathed. Closing the phone, he dropped it onto the small night table by his side of the futon before calling a servant to the room. Having them take the sheets and most of Byakuya’s uniform, hiding away the kosodo, he gathered one of the few house kimono’s that he kept there, once more frowning to himself.
For all of his comfortableness at the mansion and the time that he spent there, he didn’t have much in the way of personal items. He had three house kimonos, all very nice and new, two extra uniforms, a bag of toiletries and a book or two. Renji sighed as he realized that he had more things at Kenpachi’s place, toys notwithstanding, while they had been sexual partners for all of those years.

“Gods, my fuck buddy relationship is looking better than my gods forsaken relationship,” he grunted into the room, scowling to himself before stomping to the bathroom. Taking a deep breath, he pulled out his bathing supplies and some bath salts that every shinigami used to relax tired and sore muscles. Making a note to buy some more, he ran a hot bath and poured the salts into the water before pulling his hair band free.
Running a hand through the loose red locks, Renji stripped out of his uniform, letting it drop into a pile on the floor before hanging his house kimono onto a hook. Hearing a servant remake the bed, he turned the water off and slid into the warmth with a groan, already feeling the tense muscles relax, letting his head drop back onto the rim of the tub. He sighed as the door of the bedroom closed, letting the water and salts work their magic on his body.

“I just need to stop and think about this,” Renji mused to himself, running his hand and water over his shoulders and neck. He continued to just relax, clearing his thoughts away, muscles letting go with each thought cleared out or stopped.

It was to the sight of Renji sunk down in the water, one of his legs bent to raise the knee out of the water, hair pulled over one shoulder as he gently rubbed at his stomach and eyes closed, that Byakuya walked in on. The noble felt a curl of worry and lust at the sight of his gorgeous lover reclining in the bath. “Renji, how are you feeling?” he asked, red-brown eyes opening part way and turning to look at him.

“I’m feeling better,” Renji hummed as he turned his head to gaze up at him. “Not 100 percent and not all here, but better,” he said, rolling his shoulders.

Byakuya hummed, his lover watching with curious eyes as he perched on the edge of the tub. Picking up a small bath cup that looked like a miniature bucket, the noble dipped it into the water and looked at Renji. Once he had sat forward, he poured the water over the red locks, turning them in an almost dried blood color. Running his fingers through his lover’s hair, he started to wash the locks, massaging his scalp.

Renji allowed it to happen, knowing that he couldn’t allow the other man to know that he knew just yet. Knowing that his supposed lover was cheating on him with a man that if Byakuya had been true about wanting to fuck, he would have been happy to say yes made his stomach churn.
Making a sound of pleasure when hot water rinsed out his hair, Renji opened his eyes as he sat back against the back of the tub. “Are you going to head back to the division now?” he asked as Byakuya dried off his hands and pulled on his glove like hand covers.
“Yes, I am. I need to finish off a bit of paperwork and assign the new recruits their duties,” Byakuya stated, lips quirking up in a small smile at him. Renji smiled and nodded, watching the noble leave once more. As soon as he felt the other leave the Kuchiki grounds, Renji relaxed again, batting a bit at the water as the heating jets started to rotate the water around him. Finally relaxed, he figured out what he needed to do to preserve his sanity and his heart.

Pulling himself out of the tub, he pulled the plug and started to dry off with a towel, taking his sweet time. He hated putting on clothes with wet skin and dripping hair. Pulling his hair up into a ponytail and taking just as much time dressing as he had drying, he turned to gathering everything that was his own. When the bathroom was stripped of his things, he did the same with the bathroom, putting the kosode he had kept into a plastic bag.

With one last sweep of the rooms, Renji left, heading to his apartment to drop off his stuff before sending out a butterfly with a request to see if he could meet with Kenpachi later. His reply came as he was cleaning out his refrigerator and making a grocery list.

Smirking at the time set, Renji went back to his cleaning.
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