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Tease	By : honeyMellon Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Renji/Shuuhei Views: 1089 -:- 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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Renji's just asking for trouble!
So has anyone guessed what movie they're watching? Remember, if you get the right answer, I'll write a story dedicated to you! ;) I dropped a lot of hints!

Renji threw a sideways glance at his dark-haired lover. The man seemed to be on the verge of screaming. Even in the dimness of the theatre, Renji could tell that Shuuhei was blushing. He waited until Ichigo had returned his attention to the screen, then slowly reached out to place his hand in Shuuhei's lap once more.
He felt Shuuhei stiffen at his touch, and he smiled slyly. He knew he was pushing his luck, but Shuuhei's reaction from the experience at the onsen was so priceless, he just had to do it again. Shuuhei had been terrified at the onsen, so Renji could only imagine how much worse the man must be feeling right this moment.
Working his talented fingers, he heard a small sigh from Shuuhei, and he turned to look at the man. The raven-haired man sat low in the chair, his eyes closed, jaw clenched tight, his body tense. Renji saw the rapid rise and fall of Shuuhei's chest. He gulped at the sight of his aroused lover, painfully aware of his own erection.
Renji felt a slight twitch in the heat below his hand, and he looked up into Shuuhei's face. The man was biting his lips, the muscles in his neck flexed as he desperately held back moans. Renji knew his lover's body language like the back of his hand, and he knew that Shuuhei was right at the edge now. He pulled his hand away and watched with a wicked grin as Shuuhei made an involuntary thrust upwards at the sudden loss of Renji's touch.
He watched as Shuuhei shuddered and slowly let out a breath. The dark-haired man glared at him from heavy-lidded eyes, eyes that looked furious but were also glazed over with need. Renji held the gaze and licked his lips, savoring a feeling of triumph when he saw Shuuhei gulp at the sight. He knew he was being cruel, but he also knew that when Shuuhei finally gets his release, it would be a mind-blowing experience. His heart raced as he thought back of the look of raw hunger on Shuuhei's face when they got back from the onsen that day. All the pent-up desire exploded the moment the door closed, and Shuuhei had pounced on him and literally ripped his robes off. The price Renji paid was the ability to walk properly the next day, but it was all worth it.
Shuuhei's breath eventually slowed down. He continued to glare at Renji, his eyes sending a silent warning to the redhead: do that again and you're dead. Renji simply smirked, and Shuuhei scowled at his expression.
Before Shuuhei could fully recover, Renji reached over to his lap and held the still-hard organ again in a firm grip. Shuuhei flinched and instinctively clenched his thighs together to block the assault, but Renji immediately felt the organ jerk back to life underneath his touch. Shuuhei shot him a murderous look, but when Renji skillfully massaged the bulge in his pants, Shuuhei threw his head back into the back of the chair once more and clenched his jaw tight to refrain from groaning out loud.
"Renji..." Shuuhei hissed softly. His toes curled and he involuntarily relaxed his thighs. Renji took the opportunity to travel down further between Shuuhei's legs. The raven-haired man let out a barely audible gasp and his breath quickened.
Shuuhei had been so near to the edge earlier that it didn't take long for him to approach that limit once more. Renji watched his lover's face, and when he recognized the familiar expression that indicated that Shuuhei was at his limit, he let go of Shuuehi's arousal.
The raven-haired vice captain could not stop his strangled cry in time, and Renji winced when Shuuhei turned the cry into a low growl. The man's brows were knitted and the muscles in his strong jaw rippled as he fought to swallow any sounds that threatened to follow.
"Dude, are you sure you're okay?" Ichigo asked, frowning in concern. Beside him, Rukia leaned forward to look at Shuuhei, her face also filled with worry. She had heard the cry, and it sounded quite alarming.
"Y-ye-yeah, I'm f-fine," Shuuhei replied hoarsely. As usual, Renji had retracted his hand, so he was left panting in his seat, seemingly flustered for no apparent reason.
Ichigo's eyebrows shot up. Fine my ass, he thought. But since the older man insisted, he shrugged and turned back to face the screen. The sex scene had ended long ago, and now the war was at full swing. Bare-chested men, led by the king, clashed with oddly-dressed enemies in a fierce battle. The roars from the men filled the theatre; weapons colliding and heads flying.
After the exchange with Ichigo, Renji seemed to have finally realized how close they were to being caught. Shuuhei relaxed and sagged into the chair, nursing his mixed feelings over the loss of Renji's touch. On one hand he was relieved, but on the other he longed for his lover's skillful hand. Renji always seemed to know how to push his buttons; he knew all the secret spots on Shuuhei's body, places even Shuuhei himself didn't know would elicit such pleasure.
Then, he felt something brush lightly against his leg; Renji's hand found its way into Shuuhei's lap again. With a few soft caresses, the redhead coaxed Shuuhei's softening organ into full arousal once more. Shuuhei's heart fluttered and he found himself quickly approaching the edge.
Shuuhei finally snapped.
He stood up abruptly, knocking aside Renji's hand. The redhead stared at him, eyes wide in surprise. With a raspy growl, he grabbed Renji's wrist and yanked the redhead to his feet. Turning to Ichigo, Shuuhei said in a gruff voice, "Excuse me, I guess I don't feel well after all. I need to go to the restroom."
Ichigo and Rukia shifted their knees aside to make way for Shuuhei and looked on in amusement as Renji was dragged roughly along.
"Maybe having a burger wasn't a good idea, huh?" Ichigo muttered as he watched Shuuhei stomp out of the theatre with Renji stumbling after him. Beside him, Rukia shrugged.

"Are you okay? You guys never came back!" Rukia said, her hands on her hips. Behind her, people continued to file out of the theatre, most of them chattering excitedly about the movie.
"Umm...his stomach didn't agree with the food," Renji replied, looking sheepish. Standing next to him, Shuuhei offered a weak smile.
Rukia cocked an eyebrow and looked at both men skeptically. Was it just her imagination, or did Shuuhei look slightly flushed? And was Renji's shirt untucked earlier? Now that she thought about it, the man's ponytail looked a bit...different. Was it tied that high just now? Something was not right, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.
"Let's go back to my place, then. I'm sure my dad has something for the stomach," Ichigo said, gesturing with his head.
With that, the four of them headed for the exit; Ichigo and Rukia laughing as they threw insults at each other, Shuuhei and Renji smiling as they laced their fingers together.
If Rukia had been walking behind the redhead, though, she would've noticed his slight limp.
END

Ouch. ;)
So, what movie do you think they watched? Well, Rukia and Ichigo watched, at least. ;) Reviews and comments make me very happy! ^.^
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