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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.

Chapter List
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Thanks for your patience! Be warned, lemon ahead!
From last chapter:

When he woke up that morning, he promised himself that he would not dwell on his disappointment, and so far he seemed to have succeeded in not thinking about it.

Chapter 5

With a loud sigh, Renji sank his tired body into the office chair. The stiff chair didn't provide much comfort, though, and Renji wished that he could simply throw himself onto his own bed instead. He rubbed the back of his neck to soothe his tight muscles.
It wasn't easy to get a group of chatty kids to continue their training session after a long break, so by the time Renji got back to his office, it was already after official office hours. Surprisingly, Kuchiki-taicho wasn't in the office when he arrived. All Renji found was an elegantly written note on his desk.
"Hisagi-fukutaicho was here to see you."
The emotions that Renji had been holding off for the entire day came crashing down on him at the sight of the name. His first reaction was to feel the sting of yesterday's disappointment, then his heart soared. Shuuhei must have realized that he'd forgotten about yesterday, and was probably here to apologize. The corners of his mouth curved up in a wicked smile as he imagined the look on Shuuhei's face. Knowing Shuuhei, he had probably been frantic.
It was then that Renji felt a familiar presence at the doorway. Shuuhei was standing outside the office, his body half-blocked by the door frame. The man was just standing there, unmoving, as if he was building up the courage to step into the office.
"I know you're there, Shuuhei," Renji said in a flat tone. He decided that he would scare Shuhuei a little...pretend to be angry, just to get back at him.
He heard shuffling of feet, then the 9th division vice captain finally walked in.
"What the hell!" At the sight of the bandages on Shuuhei, Renji completely forgot about his plan to scare Shuuhei. He jumped up in alarm and was at the man's side in a flash. "What happened to you?"
Shuuhei smiled sheepishly. "It's no big deal, really. We had an accident during an outdoor training session yesterday, a tree fell on me."
Renji blinked, incredulous. "A tree fell on you?" He reached out a hand to touch Shuuhei's head gingerly, then he traced his fingers along Shuuhei's bandaged arm and back. "That's crazy. Thank god you're alright!" he said, still worried.
Relieved that Renji didn't seem to be mad at him, Shuuhei took hold of Renji's roaming fingers and looked straight into the redhead's eyes. "I'm really sorry," he said, hoping that his eyes could convey how deeply sorry and guilty he was feeling.
"Don't be..." Renji said, his feeling of disappointment at Shuuhei replaced by a rush of relief and concern. In fact, he even felt a little guilty. How could he have blamed the man when he didn't even know that Shuuhei was hurt? He felt bad...while he was lying in bed feeling all sad and sorry for himself, Shuuhei was injured and in pain. Although he couldn't have known, but he still felt like a selfish bastard.
"Come on, sit down," Renji said, ushering Shuuhei to his chair. "Are you sure you should be walking around with these injuries?"
Shuuhei grinned. "No, I escaped from the infirmary." Then, when Renji's eyes narrowed, he hastily added, "I'm just kidding! I'm fine, really. I'm just...I'm so, so sorry. You must've been so disappointed yesterday."
Feeling foolish for having an injured man repeatedly apologizing to him, Renji knelt down next to Shuuhei and held his arms in a firm grip. "Stop apologizing, I'm just glad that you're alright. Don't worry about yesterday, it's just some stupid thing anyway."
Now it was Shuuhei's turn to raise his eyebrows in surprise. "Really? Well then, I guess I can keep the present that I got for you..."
"You got me a present?" Renji asked, genuinely touched. He hadn't expected Shuuhei to get him anything. And to think...he had thought that Shuuhei hadn't taken him seriously! I'm an asshole, Renji thought. He thought of how Shuuhei always thought the best of everyone, and he felt bad for not giving the man the benefit of the doubt.
Shuuhei chuckled nervously while he fumbled around in his pockets. "Well, umm, it's nothing expensive or fancy..." he said, looking kind of embarrassed.
He wasn't given the opportunity to finished his sentence. His eyes widened in surprise as he felt a pair of warm lips on his own, cutting off his words. Then, smiling into the kiss, he closed his eyes and relaxed into Renji's arms.
Renji carefully avoided Shuuhei's injured arm and back areas while he held the man close. The feelings of relief, guilt, and happiness that mingled in his mind merged together, and all he wanted to do now was to show Shuuhei how much he wanted to make things right again.
He expected Shuuhei to push him away eventually, because Shuuhei had a strict policy about not doing anything intimate at work. But to his surprise, the raven-haired vice captain pressed himself against Renji and returned the kiss; Shuuhei parted his lips and coaxed Renji's tongue into his mouth, then gently sucked on it, sending a shudder of delight through the redhead's body.
After a few more seconds, they finally broke the kiss, both panting and feeling the need for each other. Three weeks of pent-up desire was beginning to crack and threatened to overwhelm them right then and there, in the 6th squad office.
"We should...go back to my place," Renji said hoarsely as he fought the urge to just pin his lover on the ground and take him there.
Shuuhei looked at him through half-lidded eyes. "Why?"
"Why?" Renji echoed. "What do you mean why—oomph!"
Renji fell onto his back on the floor with Shuuhei on top of him; he had never been kissed with such passion before, not even when they kissed for the first time. Shuuhei's urgency stirred up all the suppressed lust in him, and he let loose a long, needy moan. Normally, he would've died of shame from sounding so needy, but right now he could care less. All he wanted was Shuuhei; hard, rough, and now.
"Yeah, why go back?" Shuuhei whispered huskily in Renji's ear. "Why...when I can have you here?"
Renji's eyes widened at those words, then his face broke into a wide, naughty grin. Looks like he wasn't the only the one all riled up. He gasped out loud when a strong hand suddenly wrapped around his manhood.
"See?" Shuuhei said with a wicked grin. "You can't wait either." Then, lifting himself up on his palms, he thrust his hips against Renji, effectively crushing their erections together. Even through so many layers of fabric, he could feel his lover's hardness against his own body, and he bit his lip to stop himself from crying out. Sure, Shuuhei was desperate enough to make love to Renji in the office, but he wasn't in a hurry to advertise the fact and risk having 6th division members flock to the office in alarm.
Renji's breath hitched as intense pleasure coursed through him. Yes. Oh god, he loved feeling Shuuhei against him like this; the friction, the promise of what was to come, the images of what Shuuhei would be doing to him later... He arched his back and groaned softly. He looked up at Shuuhei and bucked his hips to signal his need.
Shuuhei grinned evilly and asked in a throaty whisper, "How do you want it?"
"B-behind" was all Renji managed to choke out. The weight on his chest lifted immediately and he found himself yanked onto his feet, then he was pushed—firmly but not roughly—onto his desk. The stack of paperwork that was at the corner of the desk immediately fell over and scattered haphazardly on the floor around the desk. On any other occasions, Renji would have been mortified at the prospect of having to reorganize that ridiculous amount of paper. But now he hardly noticed them; his senses were focused on the hands on his body, one on the small of his back to keep him in place, the other tugging urgently on his hakama.
After a few attempts, he finally felt his robes fall to the floor around his feet. The coarseness of the fabric was instantly replaced by the warmth of Shuuhei's skin against his. He felt the familiar pressure of Shuuhei's finger against his entrance.
"No," Renji gasped.
Shuuhei froze, afraid that he had hurt his lover.
"I meant, I'm ready," Renji said, breathing heavily. "I want you, now...hurry!"
Shuuhei hesitated. "Are you sure?" From experience, he knew the after effects from impatience would be quite unpleasant.
"Yes!" Renji hissed. "Just...fuck me!" It was the first time he said this to Shuuhei. He had always felt that it was crude, but there were no better words to convey what he wanted right now.
Shuuhei didn't need to be told twice. He spat in his palm and slicked himself.
Renji cried out when he felt Shuuhei enter him, and his grip on the sides of the desk tightened. Always, it was always there, the ache that came before pleasure. He gritted his teeth.
Shuuhei stopped, alarmed at Renji's cry. But before he could ask the redhead if he was okay, Renji pushed back, encouraging him to continue. He smiled, then snapped his hips forward. He groaned under his breath as he became fully sheathed in his lover.
"Can I move?" Shuuhei asked, his face flushed. The bandage around his head had come slightly undone from his movements, but he didn't care.
Not trusting himself to speak, Renji simply nodded.
Slowly, so as to not cause Renji any more pain than necessary, Shuuhei moved his hips. His blunt nails dug into Renji's skin, but the redhead was oblivious to everything except the dull ache and feeling of fullness within him. The two men panted softly, both wanting nothing more than to be able to scream out in pleasure, but the fear of being discovered like this was too great. It was this same fear, though, that made Shuuhei's blood boil with excitement.
Renji let out an especially long moan when one of Shuuhei's thrusts brushed against his prostate. Shuuhei immediately caught on and angled himself so that he would hit the same spot over and over again. Renji's grunts and suppressed cries sent waves of delight to Shuuhei's groin as he continued to bury himself into the redhead's welcoming heat.
"Are you close?" Renji asked shakily. "Because...ahh...I'm really...c-close..." His words trailed off into a muffled groan as he forced himself to hold off, his knuckles becoming white from his efforts.
Shuuhei grunted in response, then reached under Renji and wrapped his hand around the redhead's neglected erection. "Yes," he said in a raspy whisper.
Renji thought his legs would give out on him when he felt Shuuhei's warm fingers around him. Within a minute, he screamed out his release, concerns of being heard went flying out the window. Shuuhei followed soon after, almost sobbing from the long-awaited relief.
Coming down from his high, Shuuhei let his head fall forward onto Renji's back, his hand still loosely holding on the redhead's hips.
"So much for being quiet, heh," Renji said with a chuckle.
Shuuhei snickered. "Well, let's go before people think that someone just murdered their vice captain," he said, gingerly extracting himself from Renji.
The two of them hastily got dressed; Renji groaning in dismay at all the scattered pieces of paper on the floor as he arranged his shihakusho as neatly as he could.
At the door, Shuuhei turned and planted a chaste kiss on Renji's lips. "I promise I'll make it up to you," he said, still feeling guilty about missing Renji's birthday. "Tell you what, I'll take a day off some time in the next two weeks, and we'll go somewhere. Just the two of us. How about that?"
Renji beamed. "I'll hold you to it," he said, holding up his pinky finger.
Shuuhei stared at the finger in confusion. "Something wrong with your finger?"
Laughing out loud, Renji grabbed Shuuhei's pinky finger and curled it around his own. "This is how humans make a promise," he said with a grin. "And until then, I'll hold on to your present."

When the footsteps from the two vice captains finally faded away, a small figure peeked his head out from the small adjoining kitchenette, where the teas and snacks were kept. The head turned left and right, then, satisfied that he was indeed alone, the figure finally stepped out.
Oh my god, Rikichi thought, his legs shaky. Why do I always see this kind of stuff?
All he had done was sneak into the 6th division office after hours to slip in a form that was due that day. He'd completely forgotten about it, but thought that he could get away with it by secretly placing it on the stack of paperwork on Renji's desk, and hope that Renji wouldn't notice that it was late. He was just about to leave the office when he suddenly heard Renji's approaching footsteps, and in his panic, he bolted for the nearest door. In this case, it was the entrance to the kitchenette.
And there he hid, throughout the two vice captain's conversation, and eventually, their...more interesting interaction. He couldn't see clearly what was going on from his hiding place, but he could certainly hear it. When Renji shouted "just fuck me", Rikichi thought he was going to keel over in shock.
He stumbled out of the office and headed for his room, hoping that he won't see anyone on the way there. Because, you see, it would be rather difficult to explain the tent between his legs.

To be continued...
Yes, there's more to come!
Sneak preview of next chapter:

"I saw them again, I swear I did!"
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