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A Shadow of What Was	By : katami Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 49594 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author's Notes: We once again have yaoi. And we all know the drill - if it scares you, don't read it. This one is for Phoenix for surviving the biologicals. Next year we do the holidays without the annoying crazy people, hon.

PeaKay, welcome to the madness. I'm glad you are enjoying the story. And as I keep promising, I am committed to finishing Shadow (all 100+ chapters of it). And since the muse seems to be getting fairly serious about a sequel I don't think I'll be escaping my Bleach obsession any time soon. *bangs head on desk* I am doomed.

gt, you can't have Urahara without the hat, it would be sacrilege.

To all those who take the time to review, thank you. It is always nice to know my work is appreciated - especially after a week of people.

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Uryuu sighed, collapsing onto his couch. One of these days he was going to have it reupholstered he thought tiredly, not bothering to wonder much about the randomness of it. His mind often went to odd places when he was tired. Like wondering how long it would take Renji to realize the couch had changed and how much he would complain.

�Leave the fucking chairs alone, Uryuu,� growled Renji, flopping down next to him and quickly snuggling close. The redhead handed him a sports drink and sipped contentedly at his own drink. They would both need the electrolytes.

"I was not going to touch the chairs," he groused good naturedly.

"You were going to do something. You had that look. Can't you just sew a new uniform or something and leave the furniture alone?" grumbled the redhead. Uryuu eyed him carefully, reading the signs of too little sleep and annoyance easily in his lover.

"How is he?" he asked carefully, no need to elaborate on who he was.

"He thinks the love of his life hates him, how would you be?" retorted Renji. In the bath with slit wrists, thought Uryuu silently.

"I took Zangetsu from him and put him to bed with a low grade sedative. He fell asleep about three hours ago. No destructive displays, no tears, nothing. It's almost like he's not there," Renji explain quietly. Uryuu frowned, not liking that. Ichigo did tend to shut down when his own personal life fell into crisis; but this felt wrong somehow. The man could stand up to power-hungry madmen, fight entire armies and single-handedly take on the world, but hit him in his heart and he shattered like glass. Still, nothing about this felt right and Ishida knew that was what was setting his nerves on edge.

"How long are we giving him to mope?" asked Uryuu softly.

"Until morning for sure. The tranqs aren't strong but his body needs the sleep after all the stress. Think we should let him brood until we get the kid back?" asked Renji, nuzzling his neck and making the Quincy sigh, a soft sound of appreciation. Especially since Uryuu knew he was tired and sweaty - hardly at his best. He had been in the first group of search teams sent out to search for Urahara. Three full circuits of Karakura had yielded no signs of the blonde though.

"No, Kisuke appears to have gone to ground. We've been over the city with a fine toothed comb and haven't seen a trace of him. I would almost think Aizen took advantage of the situation but I checked with the Twelfth and there haven't been any disturbances since his departure," murmured Uryuu, tilting his head just a little to give Renji better access as warm lips began to caress his neck. "Mmm...that feels nice."

Renji chuckled softly, nipping at his neck and gently urging him to shift. Large hands settled on his shoulders and began to kneed them, making him moan. "Did you check on that fucker Kurotshuchi's whereabouts?"

"First thing I thought of after Aizen. The bastard is playing least in sight, but he didn't grab Kisuke unless he can be in two places at once. Someone seems to have mentioned to the Captain-Commander that a certain captain was trying to test on living subjects again," murmured the Quincy, groaning softly as a knot came undone under Renji's ministrations.

The redhead chuckled softly and Uryuu was almost tempted to crane his neck and try and catch the devilish smirk he knew would be playing on the other man's lips. He gave up on the idea as Renji's hands found another point of tension. He could always catch the grin on its next appearance. Knowing his lover, he wouldn't have that long to wait. "I might have mentioned something to Yoruichi; you know those Special Ops types can't keep a secret to save their lives," Renji purred. Uryuu sighed as warm lips fastened onto his neck with just a hint of teeth.

"Oooooh that's good," he moaned softly, wondering how much time they had before Renji went on shift and whether wanting to sneak a little personal time with his lover before taking his shift with Ichigo made him a bad person. As Renji's hands continued to work their magic and the Shinigami sucked on the spot he had been nibbling, Uryuu decided that handling complex moral issues could wait.

"How long until your shift?" he groaned.

"Long enough for what I have in mind," purred Renji with a chuckle as his hands reached the Quincy's waist and slid under his jacket. Uryuu smirked as the redhead's touch went slowly from soothing to sensual, caressing his skin rather than trying to seek spots of tension. He made a soft sound of encouragement and arched into the touches, silently promising himself that if Renji tickled him, the redhead would suffer.

He glanced back over his shoulder at his lover and began undoing the front of his tunic. "Just what did you have in mind? Hitsugaya will freeze your balls off if you're late again," he taunted, letting one hand fall and slid into Renji's lap, fondling his half hard cock. "And they are one part of you that I've grown rather attached to." Renji snorted and traced the shell of his ear with his nose as broad hands swept up his chest. He moaned and leaned into the caress, hissing softly when the redhead pinched his nipples.

"Mmm...nice to know there are some things to recommend me," laughed Renji before sealing his lips to the base of his throat. Uryuu gave a soft cry as heat and suction followed, Renji's teeth teasing him.

He turned his head, managing to catch his lover's lips in a hot, wet kiss that was all teeth and tongues. Renji groaned, his hands pressing against his chest and urging Uryuu to lean back against him. He made a soft noise of encouragement as he felt the redhead's cock twitch beneath his fingers; he gave the other man a gentle squeeze and kissed Renji harder. He tried to twist in his lover's grasp and made a soft sound of annoyance when the redhead held him fast.

Renji chuckled and his hands fell away, earning another irritated grumble until he finished opening Uryuu's jacket and tugging it off. The Quincy sighed as those warm hands returned to petting his chest, savoring the soft touches. He gasped as Renji's lips closed on his neck and the other man tugged lightly on his nipples. "How did I get so lucky," murmured the redhead, warm breath ghosting over his ear and making the Quincy shiver before teeth closed delicately on his earlobe.

"I seem to recall being shoved against a building and finding your tongue in my mouth," laughed Uryuu, the sound turning into a sharp moan as the redhead's hands slid to his waist, fingers tantalizingly close to where he really wanted them. Of course, he hadn't complained all that much the first time. He had shoved his hands into Renji's hair and kissed the other man back just as hard. He twisted slightly and brushed his lips against Renji's, sighing happily when the redhead craned his neck to keep the contact.

The sound of his zipper falling was distant and Uryuu didn't register it until clever fingers slithered into his pants. He whimpered softly as black curls were tugged on with a force just shy of true pain and kissed Renji furiously, one hand reaching back to tangle in the other man�s hair and keep him close. A low growl emerged from his throat as Renji�s hands settled over him, warm and enticing. He rolled his hips, trying to get more, to get movement or friction, but knowing both were impossible in the tight confines of the binding fabric. Renji chuckled, a deep rumble that brought to mind images of darkness and hunger, something feral and ancient.

Uryuu snarled a protest when Renji's hands slid from his pants. The sound turned into a soft groan when strong hands settled on his hips and dragged him to his feet before peeling the pants off. Sword calloused hands slid down his legs, caressing his skin and making him shiver. When he glanced over his shoulder Renji was grinning up at him, a mischievous playful smile that always made the Quincy think of a naughty puppy. He gave his lover a smirk and stepped gracefully from the white fabric pooled around his ankles. The redhead grinned at him and dragged him back down onto the couch, his hands seeming to be everywhere at once.

Uryuu growled as he was shoved forward, his face hitting one of the throw pillows. He turned his head to snarl at Renji but groaned as the other man draped himself over his back, warm skin against his and that wonderful red hair falling around them like a curtain. He pressed back, grinding into the redhead and smirking when Renji panted into his neck. The Shinigami kissed across his shoulder to his neck and then began a slow journey down his spine filled with licks and nips that made Uryuu wonder just how mad Hitsugaya would be if Renji never showed up for another shift again.

He moaned softly when the redhead reached the end of his spine and the other man�s hands pressed firmly against the globes of his ass. �Do you have any idea how fucking hot you are like this? Bent over and just waiting for me to fuck you, � purred Renji, kissing the small of his back before shifting lower. Uryuu yelped as something warm and wet gently touched his hole. Renji wouldn�t dare, he thought, not with Ichigo in the next room and his shift about to start. A moment later there was another lick tracing the delicate ring and then another.

�Oh fuck, oh fuck,� he groaned burying his face in the throw pillow and biting his lip to try and stay quiet. He whimpered as that clever tongue ever so slowly pushed inside him before retreating. A dark chuckle filled the air as a sob slipped free. �Like that, baby? Want more?� asked Renji, his voice saying he already knew the answer. Uryuu nodded, not sure he could trust his brain to forming words - at least not anything that didn�t involve begging or maybe screaming.

The tongue pushed back into him, going deeper and making him writhe before pulling out and kissing his entrance softly. That wicked tongue circled his hole, driving him nuts before it slid back inside him - this time with a finger. Ishida set his teeth to the throw pillow, desperately trying to muffle the sharp sounds of pleasure his lover was ripping from him.

The finger bent, pressing hard on his sweet spot while Renji�s tongue continued to open him and Uryuu screamed into the pillow. His legs nearly gave out at the incredible burst of pleasure that shot through him. A sob slipped out when first the tongue and then the finger left him, replaced by a string of curses into the pillow as Renji slowly pushed into him. Above him the redhead was softly cursing as well, interspersed with exclamations of how tight he was, or how hot, or how beautiful. The Quincy rocked back onto his lover�s cock, even the tiny movement feeling wonderful.

�God, I love you,� Renji panted into his ear, rolling his hips.

�Then fuck me, you son of a bitch!� he snarled, turning to glare at his lover, his eyes sparkling dangerously. The rich warm peel of laughter he drew made him want to throttle someone - preferably Renji - but the redhead made up for it by straightening and beginning to thrust slowly in and out of him. Uryuu dropped his head, deciding that for movement his lover could be forgiven. Hell, for something that felt that good he could forgive anything. He panted and slid a hand back to reach for his cock, groaning as his fingers curled around it. �Oh hell yeah! Jerk yourself off, baby. I want to know you�re touching that beautiful cock while I�m fucking you,� panted Renji, thrust into him hard and hitting his prostate. Uryuu wailed, burying the end of the sharp cry in the pillow and arching his back.

Renji was moving steadily in and out of him, hitting that spot on each stroke and coiling the tension strung through him ever tighter. A sharp thrust followed by the redhead grinding his hips and sharp teeth grazing his neck sent the Quincy shattering into oblivion with a choked sob. Renji cursed and followed him with another quick thrust.

Uryuu sank onto the sofa, Renji on top of him, nuzzling him and rubbing pleasantly against him, the feel of the redhead�s skin against his own soothing. �I�m reupholstering the couch,� he told his lover, letting his eyes drift closed to savor the warmth and relaxation release had brought him. Renji just chuckled and kissed his check.

�You are such a pain in the ass, Ishida.�
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