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Tease	By : honeyMellon Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Renji/Shuuhei Views: 1089 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I've gotten a few comments that Shuuhei needed to unleash a revenge! So, here it is. This is dedicated to the wonderful Cuzosu, who had been super supportive since I first began to post stories here.

Why does it have to be Renji? Shuuhei thought glumly as he strolled down the hallway in the 9th division barracks. Once again the redhead had been dispatched to Karakura town along with Rukia. It seemed more and more likely that it would become a long-term assignment, at least until whatever preparation Gotei 13 had been making was completed. He chuckled at the irony; how the tides had turned. Now it was his turn to feel left out. He missed Renji's constant complaints of his work habits—which, by the way, had drastically improved since their last fight—and the redhead's laughter. Oh, how he missed the mischievous grin Renji would flash him when the redhead felt frisky, the feel of those warm hands on his cool skin, and the loud, insistent voice of the man protesting the idea of doing chores.
Again, his mouth curved upwards in a small smile at the irony; as usual Renji would be staying at Urahara Shoten, which meant he would have to do chores to make up for "freeloading", as Urahara liked to put it. Not for the first time that day, he wondered how Renji was coping. Certainly, Rukia, Ichigo, and the other humans were there with him, but it would not escape the redhead's mind that he was mainly there for the town's, as well as Ichigo's, protection. It was not a leisure trip.
At the thought, Shuuhei paused. Perhaps he could arrange a short trip to Karakura for himself. Nothing serious like helping with reconnaissance or battle, but perhaps something like delivering a message. It would be stretching it, he knew, to send a vice captain—no, an acting captain—for a simple chore like this. But he was an acting captain after all, surely it wouldn't be too difficult to swap a junior officer's task as his own. He stepped absent-mindedly into his office. It would be quick, he thought, the division members won't even miss his presence. Yes, he decided with a smile. That sounded like a good plan.

The raven-haired man looked around apprehensively as he stepped out from a Senkai gate. He wasn't familiar with the town; every time he was here, Renji had been with him, so he never had to worry about directions and such. Now he wished that he had paid more attention to the details, because he had no idea where he was. He knew where he had to go, but he didn't know its location within the town. As the Senkai gate disappeared behind him, he closed his eyes and searched for Renji's spiritual pressure. It was barely detectable, what with the fact that the redhead had on a gentei reiin, and that he was in a gigai. Even so, he was able to detect it, and he hopped, from rooftop to rooftop, towards Urahara Shoten.
When he finally arrived at the store front, he hesitated. How should he do this? Should he silently sneak in to give Renji a surprise? Or should he just announce his visit and—
"Well hello! Look who we have here!" An annoyingly-cheerful voice interrupted his thoughts. Shuuhei looked up to see a face hidden behind a fan.
"Urahara-san," Shuuhei said in greeting. Ichigo calls this man "Hat and Clogs", Shuuhei knew, and it could not have been more accurate. Take those away and Shuuhei doubted he could recognize the blonde man standing in front of him.
"Who?" A familiar voice rang behind Urahara, and Shuuhei's eyes lit up at the sight of the spiky red ponytail that appeared over the blonde's shoulder.
"Shuuhei!" Renji exclaimed in surprise, his face breaking into a big grin. Then, his smile faltered as he realized the strangeness of Shuuhei's presence in the town. "Did something happen in Soul Society?"
Shuuhei's eyes widened. "No, no, I'm just delivering the you weekly report form," he said hastily. "Here." His hand disappeared into the many folds of his shihakusho and brought out a slim envelope. "Remember to fill it up and send it back soon."
The redhead arched an eyebrow inquiringly. Shuuhei could almost hear the question Renji had in his mind.
"Ahhh...who cares why he's here!" Urahara sang, waving his fan to invite Shuuhei into his store. "You're just in time for lunch, too, why don't you join us?"
Shuuhei looked at him, feeling a little uncertain. "Are you sure? I don't want to intrude—" He was cut off again by Urahara.
"No problem at all! Having one more freeloader is nothing!" The blonde man said with a grin, much to Shuuhei's chagrin.

Renji lay on the mat, his fingers laced behind his head. He stole a glance at the man lying next to him. Ah, Shuuhei, he thought happily. The man was so adorable, to visit him like this. He knew it must have taken Shuuhei much contemplation before doing it, and that meant the world to him. At the thought, he chuckled softly.
"What's so funny?" Shuuhei asked, turning his head to the side to face the redhead. Lunch had turned out okay; the table was a little cramped with an additional guest, but the food was actually pretty good. He had said so, and the chef—Tessai—had beamed proudly. After that, the burly man shooed them into Renji's room so that he could clean up, apparently so pleased with Shuuhei's compliment that he actually spared Renji from washing dishes.
"Nothing, nothing," Renji said, grinning cheekily. Pulling his hand from out from under his head, he raked through the short, coarse hair of the man beside him. He felt Shuuhei lean closer at the touch, and he rolled onto his stomach and propped himself up with his elbows. His hand moved down to stroke the side of Shuuhei's face, his strong jaw, his neck... "You're beautiful, you know that?" he asked suddenly, and smiled when Shuuhei blushed. "And you have no idea how much this means to me," he added softly.
Shuuhei's face lit up, he was glad he'd sneaked here; seeing Renji smile like this was worth the trouble and lengthy explanation that he would have to give if someone were to find out about it. Finally, finally he was doing something to soothe Renji's—and his own, of course—loneliness. He had ignored it for too long. He, too rolled over onto his stomach and propped himself on one elbow, resting his cheek on his open palm. "Do you miss me?" he asked, even though he knew the answer.
Instead of replying, Renji inched closer and snaked his arm around Shuuhei to grab the hair at the back of his head. Then, he pulled the man into his arms and leaned down for a kiss. His lips brushed against Shuuhei's; the man tasted like their lunch, but Renji didn't mind. As he sucked gently on Shuuhei's lower lip, he felt the man part his lips for more.
Renji didn't even notice that he'd been rolled onto his back; Shuuhei staddled his hips, fiercely claiming the redhead's lips for himself, probing, exploring with his tongue. The redhead wanted to moan, but Shuuhei clamped down with his mouth to muffle his sounds. "Shhh!" Shuuhei hissed. "Don't forget we're not alone!"
Renji scratched his head and grinned sheepishly. "Damn," he said. "That was close." He sat up and leaned back on his palms. "Well," he said ruefully. "I was hoping that..." His eyes widened in surprise as Shuuhei moved closer and hovered over his face on his hands and knees.
"We'll just have to be...really...quiet," the dark-haired man whispered huskily. With that, he crawled backwards until his face was above Renji's hardened manhood. The redhead had discarded his gigai after lunch, so he had on his plain black shihakusho. A good-sized tent stood up prominently between his legs.
Shuuhei ran his palm slowly up and down his lover's length through the fabric, smiling with satisfaction when Renji made a small whimper of pleasure as he sank back onto the mat. His fingers expertly untied Renji's obi and hakama-himo, then pulled down the loose garment, revealing the redhead in all his glory. Shuuhei's breath hitched in his throat. So beautiful, he thought, eyeing the throbbing organ in front of him. So, so beautiful, he thought, then he licked his lips and closed his mouth over the tip.
Renji's hips bucked when he felt himself enveloped in Shuuhei's warm, wet mouth. He bit down on his lower lip to stifle a groan. Shuuhei's mouth, he thought through a haze, oh, god, he's so good at this. Ohhhh. He wanted to moan out loud so badly, but could only grit his teeth in frustration.
Shuuhei closed his eyes as he worked his tongue and lips over the hot flesh in his mouth. Each twitch of the organ brought a corresponding stir between his own legs. He gently rolled Renji's sack in his palm, marvelling at the softness of the skin under his touch.
"Shuuhei..." he heard the redhead whisper his name, and he knew it meant Renji was quickly approaching his limit. No, not yet, he thought, smiling around Renji's erection. Renji's eyes were tightly shut, so he never knew what hit him. Right as Shuuhei felt the first tremor in his mouth, he suddenly gripped the base of Renji's length and squeezed. Not hard enough to hurt, but certainly enough to deny Renji his release.
Shuuhei winced when Renji let out a muffled howl. The redhead's back arched and his toes curled as his pleasure was abruptly robbed from him. Before Renji could say a word, Shuuhei let go of the redhead's still-hardened arousal and moved up quickly to press his lips against Renji's, silencing any sounds that he might utter. Oh, and he will, Shuuhei thought with an evil grin. He watched in amusement as Renji stared up at him with wild, accusing eyes.
When Shuuhei finally broke the kiss, Renji's hand shot up to grip Shuuhei's shihakusho collar—they hadn't bothered taking their tops off—and hissed fiercely, "What wasthat!"
"Something I read in a magazine," Shuuhei said simply, his mouth curled upwards in a naughty grin.
"What the fuck kind of magazine have you been reading?" Renji asked in disbelief. His erection throbbed painfully, teetering right at the edge of what would've been a delicious climax.
"Not going to tell you," Shuuhei purred in Renji's ear, and the redhead let out a shuddered breath. So close, he thought, clenching his fist. Damn Shuuhei. But he couldn't resist chuckling. Trust Shuuhei to come up with a revenge like this. Renji was fond of teasing Shuuhei in public, but clearly the man only dared to do it himself behind closed doors. And Renji loved it, even though the tightness between his legs was threatening to kill him.
Renji closed his eyes and sank his head further into the mat as Shuuhei wrapped his skilled fingers around Renji again. Every stroke was carefully executed, the pressure of each touch measured to bring the perfect level of pleasure, and Renji whispered a moan. Then he was there again, he felt his gut tighten and his balls tingle...almost there, his mind screamed.
Another tight squeeze stole his breath away. He jerked his hips up involuntarily and growled, loud and clear, before Shuuhei could stop him. "Shuuhei!" he cried out hoarsely, forgetting that they were under the same roof as possibly the nosiest shinigami in all of Soul Society, world of the living, and Hueco Mundo combined.
"Shhhh!" Shuuhei hissed, his eyes widening in fear. Shit! His heart sank, and he let go of Renji and crept to the door. He listened for a few seconds, but found no indication that anyone had heard.
"It's your fault!" Renji whispered defensively. Looking down at his purplish manhood, he groaned softly and thumped the back of his head on the mat. "It fucking hurts, Shuuhei," he said pleadingly.
"Oh?" Shuuhei crawled over to hover above his lover. Looking down at the flushed face beneath him, he ran a finger along the quivering lips and asked innocently, "What hurts?"
Renji growled in frustration. He thrust his hips up to illustrate his point. "Please, I need to come," he said, on the verge of begging.
"No," Shuuhei said playfully. "I'm not going to let you." He stuck out his tongue at Renji, who rolled his eyes.
"It hurts..." Renji muttered. Even as he said it, he felt the throbbing lessen slightly now that Shuuhei wasn't touching him. His heart was still beating erratically in his chest though, and he was breathing heavily.
"I know," Shuuhei replied. Renji felt like kneeing the man in the groin; his knee was positioned perfectly under it anyway...
Then he chuckled. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" he asked, stroking Shuuhei's arm lovingly. He could tell from Shuuhei's grin that the man was excited, even having fun, doing this to him. So adorable, he thought.
Shuuhei closed his eyes and leaned down for a kiss. Capturing Renji's lips in his own, he let one elbow support his weight while he slowly dragged his palm across Renji's feverish skin, heading southward. Without breaking the kiss, he wrapped his fingers around the semi-hard arousal. Renji moaned into the kiss and thrust his hips up, pleading for more. Patiently—maddeningly so, Shuuhei let his palm slide up and down slowly the burning hot flesh that was now fully-erect and slick with pre-cum.
He stared into Renji's wide-open eyes and listened to the quick pants from those slightly-parted lips. Renji wasn't the only one in agony; Shuuhei's own erection strained against the fabric of his shihakusho, begging to be touched. But he can't, not yet; he mustn't get his release until he gave Renji the most mind-shattering orgasm in his life.
He felt a slight twitch in his fist, and he immediately slid his hand down to grip the base again. Renji let out a sound that sounded suspiciously like a sob, his body arching into Shuuhei's.
"Oh, god..." Renji rasped, his eyes wild with need. "Shuuhei, no more...no more...let me come!"
Shuuhei laughed under his breath at his lover's flustered look. He looked amazing like this, Shuuhei thought, slowly letting go of the throbbing organ. He gasped in surprise as Renji's eyes watered and a single tear ran down the man's cheek. He immediately felt guilty, and his smile faltered. Wiping away the tear with his thumb, Shuuhei bent down to whisper softly in Renji's ear, "Okay, no more, I promise."
Renji let out a loud sigh of relief. He didn't know if he could hold back the pent-up frustration if it were to go on any longer. Already his self-control was beginning to slip, his nails digging painfully into Shuuhei's arm. He gave another sigh as Shuuhei's familiar, skilled fingers held him once more.
As suddenly as it had been robbed from him, an intense wave of pleasure crashed over him, and he opened his mouth to cry out. Shuuhei's hand shot out to muffle his scream, but it got there too late, and Renji ended up biting hard into the soft flesh between Shuuhei's thumb and forefinger. Shuuhei let out a soft yelp of pain as his skin broke.
Tasting blood, Renji pulled Shuuhei's injured hand out of his mouth with a shaky hand. "I'm so sorry!" he cried, staring at the teeth marks in horror; blood had begun to blossom from the wounds.
Shuuhei laughed hoarsely. "I asked for it," he said. "I totally asked for it."
Laughing as well, Renji held his lover's shoulders and eased him onto his back on the mat. "Now, let me take care of you."

The man with the green striped hat snickered under his breath as he watched the two men snuggle up to each other and slept. He was extremely glad for the fan in his hand, which he was currently using to fan himself rapidly to cool his flushed face. Now, now, who would've thought...the demure, conservative-looking 9th squad vice captain...

Shuuhei was saying his goodbyes; he stood in the dining room, surrounded by Renji, Urahara, Tessai, and two children. Time to head back, he thought, sighing inwardly. He had already dozed off unexpectedly and lost two precious hours. He hoped fervently that nobody had needed him back in the office.
Just as he was about to leave, the door slid open abruptly and an obnoxious head of orange hair bobbed into view.
"Renji!" Ichigo yelled, then paused as he looked at everyone in the room. "Uhh, is this a bad time?" he asked, looking troubled. It must be some serious Soul Society business, if even Hisagi-fukutaicho was here.
"No, no, not at all!" Urahara piped up happily. "What brings you here, Kurosaki-kun? Today seems to be such a special day for social activities!"
"Huh," Ichigo shrugged, a little curious but not enough to make him go through the trouble of asking for details of any such activities. Instead, he scratched the back of his head and said gruffly, "Well, we're having a barbecue at Orihime's place, so we're, uhh, wondering if you guys want to come."
The shopkeeper gave a tiny snort, but otherwise nobody said anything. Shuuhei gave Urahara a glance out of the corner of his eye, and jumped a bit when the blonde-haired man beamed and looked at him knowingly. Ahhh, shit.
Sure enough, Urahara finally replied in a voice that dripped with mock innocence, "That sounds lovely, but...my my, I don't know if Hisagi-san would let me come."
By the time Ichigo finished looking around the room in confusion at that odd statement, the 9th squad vice captain had already flash-stepped out of the room, utterly mortified.
END

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