Title: Taking Turns
Author: Akuni
Universe: Bleach
Genre: Romance/Humour of the cracky variety
Rating: T (PG13)
Pairing: Renji/Ichigo
Spoilers: Ehh, nothing major. But if you're a real purist, probably safe after Ch200ish.
Word Count: 384

Dedication: To all my fellow Renjigo fans, and everyone who has posted reviews to my work. Each review gives me such a thrill, knowing I've made someone else smile. Thanks. :)

A/N: This little thing popped into my head just when I needed some authorial ego stroking (hehe). Working on long fics is fun, but when you can't think about anything else and have nothing to post for months, and you get 'constructive criticism' on your writing at work… I needed a laugh.

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, I'm just borrowing it for a while.
Distribution: Also posted to my LJ. Please ask if you want to share it :)


Taking Turns

"It's my turn."

"Like hell it is! You got t' do it last time!"

"What, you mean last time this morning?"

"Oh… well it's still my turn. Ya went twice yesterday."

Ichigo folded his arms. "That doesn't count, it was after midnight!"

"What's that got t' do with it?" Renji demanded.

It was the strangest argument they'd ever had. Unfortunately, it was also the most common. Ichigo glared at the shinigami.

"We agreed to take turns," Ichigo reminded him.

Renji nodded. "That's right, an' it's my turn," he insisted stubbornly.

"You had your turn this morning!"

"But—" Renji began hotly.

"Will you two please shut up?! Some people are trying to sleep!" Rukia's frustrated shout rang through the house. "Whatever it is, just do it twice already!"

They froze, mouths working silently as they quickly ran the last few minutes over in their minds. Relief swept across both their faces simultaneously – nothing too revealing had been said. If Soul Society found out… well, it wasn't prohibited but the paperwork was a bitch.

They stared at each other sheepishly.

"Why didn't we think a' that?" Renji chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck.

Ichigo grinned. "'Cause we're dumb, and we're impatient." He wound his fingers in the long, vibrant strands shadowing his lover's face and pulled him close, proving his point with a bruising kiss.

"Well ok, it's your house, so I'll let ya go first," Renji offered magnanimously when they broke apart, breathing hard. "But ya better not be too tired after, 'cause I expect ya t' let me have my turn." His hands were already creeping up under Ichigo's shirt.

Ichigo's acknowledgement was lost in the folds of his shirt as he pulled it eagerly over his head and tossed it on the floor. The rest of their clothing followed quickly. He steered them toward the bed, falling backward onto it and dragging the shinigami down on top of him.

Renji bit back a groan as Ichigo's lips found his neck; strong legs clamped around his waist and pulled him into position.

Not that it mattered how much noise they made.No one would ever believe that Kurosaki Ichigo and Abarai Renji were lovers, never mind believing that they argued over whose turn it was to get to be on the bottom.

END

A/N2: My silly response to all those fics where they're arguing over who gets to be seme – sure they're both arrogant, controlling hotheads, but even they know how to share, and all those ukes seem to be having such a good time… (grin) (Note: I still love those fics, too, 'cause they're fun!)