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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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Previously on "A Test of Faith":

Oh my god, Rikichi thought, his legs shaky. Why do I always see this kind of stuff?

Chapter 6

"I saw them again, I swear I did!" Rikichi whispered urgently, annoyed that Akari refused to believe him.
"Like I said, your word alone is not proof," Akari said cooly. Rikichi looked so desperate that she would have found it funny if the topic had not involved Abarai-fukutaicho.
Rikichi slapped his forehead in exasperation. "Wait for me, I'll get you when they do it tonight. You have to believe me!"
"Hmph, we'll see." With that, Akari turned around and left, leaving Rikichi standing at the corner of their kido practice hall.
Gritting his teeth in frustration, Rikichi cursed under his breath. I'll show her, he thought, I'll show her that I'm not a liar! This was no longer a matter of showing off that he was closer to the vice captain; he'd been branded a liar and he was determined to defend his honor.

That night, Akari was about to doze off when a frantic series of banging shook her door. Alarmed, she threw off her covers and ran to the door. Seeing that it was only Rikichi, her shoulders relaxed and her fear was immediately replaced by a rush of anger. Why you little...
"Akari! They've started! Come on!" Rikichi was shouting, his face red from the short run to Akari's quarters.
"Alright, alright! I'll be right out," Akari muttered grumpily as she put on a thicker layer of robes before stepping outside into the cold.
A yellowish, flickering light could be seen from the window of Abarai-fukutaicho's room. She couldn't hear or see anything through the window shades, which made her even more convinced that Rikichi was lying, or at the very least, exaggerating. Just as she opened her mouth to admonish him, Rikichi yanked her sleeves and pulled her into his room.
"Oww!" Akari complained, rubbing her arm where Rikichi's nails had scraped her.
"Shhhh!"
Grumbling under her breath, Akari kept still and listened, mimicking Rikichi's look of concentration. Whatever the boy's hearing, Akari couldn't hear it. She was about to say something again when Rikichi suddenly plastered the left side of his face against the wooden wall separating his room from their vice captain's. His brows furrowed as he strained to listen.
Akari looked at Rikichi, amused by his antics. Feeling a bit foolish, she once again mimicked Rikichi and pressed her ear against the wall.
Ah, muffled voices.
"What are they—" she said, only to have Rikichi frown at her fiercely. She glared at Rikichi and scowled.
Still pressed against the wall, the boy slowly stood up and walked, very slowly along the wall, further into his room. Akari followed. She felt silly, as if she was playing a child's game.
Finally, Rikichi stopped and waved her over. Crouching next to the boy, Akari strained to pick up low noises from next door. She opened her mouth to say something, but before she could get any words out, a moan suddenly came through the wall, loud and clear. She froze, and her heart began to beat faster.
Rikichi stabbed his finger at a patch of wall a few inches from her face, so she scooted over. To her surprise, the gap between the wooden planks on this part of the wall was a little wider than the rest, and for a split second she caught a glimpse of movement.
Now that she was about to actually see something, Akari suddenly felt apprehensive. She had been all gung-ho about getting the proof to Rikichi's claim that she'd never really considered how she would feel if she were to witness it herself. She hesitated, unsure if she really wanted to peek through the gap again. But Rikichi made up her mind for her; he impatiently pushed her, and she nearly collided with the wall. She couldn't help but look, and then her mind went blank.
To say that she felt like she had been struck by lightning, right in the head, would not be too much of an exaggeration. Her vision went blurry for a moment, then it returned. After that, she just couldn't tear her eyes away from the scene that was unfolding in front of her.
It was just bright enough for Akari to make out the bodies and features of the two figures in the next room, their sides facing her. Clear enough that she could easily tell that the man lying on the bed was Abarai-fukutaicho; the fiery red hair that was usually tied up in a high ponytail was draped around his head, his tattoos—for the first time she saw that those tattoos actually extended all the way down his arms and abdomen—stood out clearly against his skin. His fingers were clutching the sheets as if he needed them to anchor himself to the bed. His knees were bent, legs apart. And there, between those strong legs, was a head. There was no way to miss the short, jagged black hair, the blue strip of tattoo, and most prominent of all, the number "69".
Akari forgot to breath. Her mind screamed at her to back away, to stop intruding on such a private, intimate moment between the two lovers. But for the life of her, she could not. She simply remained rooted in place, and watched.
As her vision adjusted to the low light, she watched the 9th division vice captain moved his head up and down very, very slowly. She couldn't see what he was doing exactly, but whatever it was, Abarai-fukutaicho was obviously enjoying it. His eyes were clenched tight and he arched his back. His breathing was quick and shallow, mixed with soft moans here and there.
Then, Abarai-fukutaicho's legs straightened, and Akari got a full view of what exactly Hisagi-fukutaicho was doing. Her eyes took it in, but her brain struggled to process the sight. The dark-haired vice captain was sucking on her vice captains...you-know-what! It reminded her of a child sucking on a popsicle, and she immediately knew that she would never view a popsicle the same way again.
Hisagi-fukutaicho alternated between gentle sucking and sliding his mouth along Abarai-fukutaicho's length. Even in the bad lighting she could see the glisten on her vice captain's...you-know-where, well coated by Hisagi-fukutaicho's saliva. She stared, mesmerized, as the dark-haired man lifted his head to leave just the tip in his mouth.Oh dear god, Rikichi wasn't kidding, she thought. Now, she'd only seen mens' privates—well, more like boys' really—once or twice in her life, like the time she went to the mixed-onsen with her family, so she really had nothing to use as a comparison to her vice captain's size. But, dear god, that looked...intimidating.
Akari may be young, but she wasn't as clueless as Rikichi. She knew, of course, where that organ was supposed to go. But now that she had seen it, she highly doubted that it could fit into anything, much less...there.
Hisagi-fukutaicho left her vice captain's crotch and moved up to lock lips with the redhead. Akari stared at the two men in fascination. There was nothing gross, or funny, or weird, about what she was witnessing. The love shared between the vice captains were evident; every touch was rewarded with a soft sigh, every kiss rewarded with a fiercer kiss in return. They had not uttered a word the entire time, but they didn't seem to have any difficulty understanding each other's needs, their fingers and mouth expertly explored the other's body.
Now the short-haired vice captain held a bottle in his hand. Akari squinted to get a better look; it appeared to be some sort of liquid, which was now being slathered on her vice captain's...you-know-what. After a few more strokes, Hisagi-fukutaicho appeared to be satisfied that he had applied enough, and he tossed the little bottle aside. Then, throwing his legs on either side of the redhead's hips, he reached under himself to guide his lover to his entrance. Akari held her breath. There's no way it's going to fit! She thought, heart beating wildly in her chest. No way!
Sure enough, Hisagi-fukutaicho made a pained face as he lowered himself. His eyebrows furrowed and he gritted his teeth, but he didn't stop. Stop! Stop! You're hurting yourself! Akari screamed in her mind, clamping her hands over her mouth in horror. Abarai-fukutaicho, do something!
Still lying flat on his back, Abarai-fukutaicho lifted his arms and reached for his lover. Their fingers laced together, Hisagi-fukutaicho using the hold to balance himself. Akari stared in disbelief as inch by inch, her vice captain's length disappeared into the other vice captain. Dear god, she thought. What kind of sorcery is this?
The raven-haired vice captain began to move his hips, alternating between rolling his hips in circles and raising and lowering his body. As their pants and moans filled the room, Akari began to understand why Rikichi complained that he couldn't get enough sleep. There was no way this thin layer of wood could block out the erotic sounds from next door.
At the thought, Akari turned around and found Rikichi staring through another crack in the wall a few inches away from her. That gap was significantly smaller, but the boy was squinting his eyes intently, apparently enjoying whatever limited view he was getting. Tch, I don't see him complaining now, Akari thought, rolling her eyes.
A hoarse cry caused her to plaster her face to her peep hole once more, just in time for her to see Hisagi-fukutaicho collapse forward onto Abarai-fukutaicho's chest. The redhead held his lover's thighs in a fierce grip as his chest heaved. Akari cringed as she imagined the bruises that would surely appear on Hisagi-fukutaicho's legs the next day. Oh, forget the legs, she thought, how about his...you-know-where?
As their breathing slowed, the dark-haired vice captain lifted himself off of his lover. The movement was too quick and the room was too dark for Akari to see any details, but she cringed again as she imagined the pain the man must be feeling. He didn't appear to be in pain, though. If anything, he looked calm...and happy. Akari watched as the two men reached for each other again to share a quick, tender kiss. There was a murmur of words, but this time the wall managed to muffle their voices.
But, she was quite certain that she heard Abarai-fukutaicho say "I love you, Shuuhei".

To be continued...
NOTE:

A big thank you to everyone who's following this story, especially you guys who left comments! I love you all~
On another note, there are indeed mixed-onsen (hot spring baths) in Japan. I haven't been to one myself, and I can't imagine ever going to one. :p
Sneak preview to the next chapter:

She blushed, almost melting under that gaze...
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