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Remembering the Innocence	By : honeyMellon Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Renji/Shuuhei Views: 1152 -:- 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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Juushiro leaned in and...

So warm...so wet...so...soft...
Juushiro tasted the light grassy flavor of his favorite tea on those soft lips, lips that had been frozen in place even as he gently caressed them with his tongue. His eyes had closed on their own accord, his breath shallow. Heat from the body in front of him was so tempting, so alluring, and he subconsciously leaned forward to be even closer to the—
Suddenly aware of what he was doing, Juushiro snapped out of it. Pulling back in horror, he stared into a pair of large, very surprised eyes. Their owner, his messy blond hair draped over part of his face, stared back, unblinking.
"Oh god," Juushiro whispered, his hand instinctively flying to cover his mouth, his cheeks flaring as if they were on fire. Heat spread to the rest of his face, down his neck, even to his chest. His fingers went cold as his heart sank to the pit of his stomach. What have I done?
"Ukitake-taicho?" After a long, awkward moment of silence, Kisuke finally found his voice. He had also pulled away, half-squatting, half-sitting next to the mattress where Juushiro's knees were.
"Oh god." The white-haired captain had no other words to say, his mouth suddenly dry. Yet at the same time the taste of tea lingered on his tongue, cruelly reminding him that it had not been a dream.
Kisuke's features softened as he took in Juushiro's flustered, panicky appearance. His eyes kind, he inched closer. "What happened?" he asked, his voice gentle and non-confrontational. His question, although sounding so obviously unnecessary, held many others. Why? What is this? What does this mean? Are you okay? I'm worried.
Juushiro averted his eyes in shame. Did he really crave for companionship that badly? Or was it just an urge triggered by fond, painful memories of the innocent young man from years ago?
"Hey." A smooth palm cupped Juushiro's cheek and turned his face around. The captain lifted his eyes to look at the man kneeling next to him. "It's okay," Kisuke said softly. "It's okay."
"I'm sorry," Juushiro whispered, embarrassment clear in the tremor in his voice. His eyes flicked to the concerned face in front of him, and he looked away again quickly.
"I said it's okay," Kisuke said, his voice a little firmer than before.
Juushiro stared down at his own hands. "Y-you...you should leave," he said, fully aware that he had crossed a line and had probably shattered the last traces of friendship that was left between them. His breath came in soft pants, not from arousal this time, but from nervousness and regret.
"Which part of it's okay do you not understand?" Annoyance crept into Kisuke's voice as he turned Juushiro's face around again. "I'm a grown man, I can handle this." The statement was strong, radiating a hidden message of listen to me!
Juushiro blinked. His mind once again flew back to that day. Two rows of captains stood in the room, with the Soutaicho standing at the front. On the opposite end, stood a nervous-looking young man with a shock of messy blond hair. His gait was a little awkward, the haori draped over his shihakusho a little lopsided. Clearly, the man was not feeling very confident of himself even though he had earned the position as the captain of the 12th division. Yet, his eyes were bright and intelligent, his ambitions and eagerness clear in his reiatsu.
Another blink, and Juushiro was yanked back to present day. That same man, with the same head of messy, unruly blond hair, was right here within his reach. Except, those bright eyes now shone with a gleam of wisdom and maturity. Juushiro flinched when he suddenly felt warmth of skin under his fingers; he hadn't even realized that he had subconsciously reached out to touch the hand that was holding his face.
"You've...grown up," Juushiro muttered, more to himself than to Kisuke.
Kisuke laughed good-naturedly. "I've grown old," he corrected. "I'm not a kid anymore, senpai." His eyes regarded the older man with a hint of fondness; this was one of the first people who believed in him. He remembered that day too. He remembered standing in the room fidgeting in the sombre atmosphere, his skin crawling under the critical gaze from the other captains. There was one that stood out; Ukitake-taicho, one of the oldest captains in Gotei 13, looked at him with understanding, encouraging eyes. You're alright, you'll be okay.
Now, that same man sat shivering in front of him. He looked at the dark lashes framing those green eyes, the pale smooth skin, and the lips that had just touched his own. Now it's his turn to say it; you're alright, you'll be okay.
"Hey," Kisuke said. When Juushiro looked inquiring at him, he tilted the man's head slightly. Juushiro's eyes widened as Kisuke leaned in, then fluttered close as their lips connected.
Juushiro's heart sprang up to his throat. He felt Kisuke's tongue trace his lower lip, coaxing him to part his lips, and he complied. Once again he tasted tea; the flavor light but familiar, the warmth from the lips and tongue in his mouth comforting. The kiss was slow; they explored each other almost shyly, the contact tender, unhurried.
Juushiro moaned softly into their kiss, and Kisuke answered by gently sucking on his lower lip. I hear you. I understand.
Vaguely, Juushiro felt his kimono slip off one shoulder. The sudden coldness was immediately replaced by a warm hand; Kisuke stroked Juushiro's shoulder and arm reassuringly, using his own body heat to provide warmth to the ill captain.
This really is happening. Juushiro's pulse raced, making him dizzy, but he was aware that he was slowly being guided onto his back. He could feel Kisuke's palm cradling the back of neck as he was lowered onto the mattress, and he felt...safe.
"Juushiro." Hearing Kisuke say his name without honorifics sent a sudden thrill through his body. With a small gasp, Juushiro gripped the younger man's clothes a little tighter and pulled the man closer. He felt the mattress dip as Kisuke shifted to position himself on top of him. When he felt Kisuke's legs on either side of his hips, his face flushed fiercely. Knowledge of what would happen next warmed his loins, and he broke the kiss to take in a deep breath to calm himself.
Hovering above Juushiro, Kisuke supported his own weight on his knees and palms, his lower body lightly brushing against the captain's. Panting slightly, he leaned down to place light pecks along Juushiro's pale neck. When he came to the older man's collarbone, he thought he could hear the man's heartbeat, and he paused. Thump thump. Thump thump thump. Thump. He listened carefully and realized that it was Juushiro's heartbeat, irregular and fast. He looked up in concern.
"I'm fine," Juushiro whispered hoarsely. After a pause, he added, his voice so low it was barely audible, "Please...don't stop."
Kisuke looked skeptical, clearly unconvinced that Juushiro was fine. Nevertheless, after a short pause, he returned his attention to Juushiro's neck.
Juushiro turned his head to the side, allowing Kisuke more access to the sensitive skin below his ear. The younger man's erratic breathing at his ear brought a moan to his lips. He heard Kisuke chuckle softly at his reaction, and he blushed. With a determined frown, Juushiro reached down and searched, his fingers stumbling blindly over robes, his own thighs, Kisuke's thigh, and then—there! He wrapped his graceful fingers over the hardness between Kisuke's legs, and heard—to his satisfaction—a muffled cry from Kisuke. Juushiro grinned, feeling triumphant in an almost child-like manner, and allowed himself to laugh under his breath.
"Are we...in a playful mood today?" Kisuke's eyebrows arched in amusement as he pulled away and propped himself up on his palms.
Juushiro flashed him a smile, and Kisuke lifted a hand to cup the older man's face. He trailed a finger down the side of Juushiro's face, his chin, then up to his lips. As Juushiro shuddered in anticipation, the hand slowly moved down his neck, over his collarbone, over his chest, his abdomen...then his eyes rolled back in his head.
Warm, glorious friction. That was the only thing on Juushiro's mind as Kisuke stroked him slowly, almost teasingly. His moans came out sounding suspiciously like sobs as he felt himself harden even more under the Kisuke's touches. Groggily, he raised a hand to grip Kisuke's arm, his nails digging into the flesh with every wave of pleasure.
I must have died and gone to heaven.

To be continued...
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