AN: I know I said 2 parts but I hate making you guys wait and I'm thinking with the way I have this planned out in my head that maybe 3 parts is better. So here is part 2 for now. Enjoy. Comments are welcome, even criticism. I think I'm kinda twisted because I actually really enjoy it when people pick apart my stories and tell me why stuff works and why other things don't work at all for them. So be honest. Thank you!

Renji expects, judging from the reiatsu, that the intruder is a Shinigami, although a weak one it would seem. Burglars are rare, although not unheard of in Seireitei. But an attempt to steal from a Lieutenant either means that the man is desperate or stupid. As Renji rounds the corner, he decides that this particular Shinigami is of the stupid variety although he is not a burglar. Unseated officer Rikichi is hunched over the counter, hard at work on something. Renji walks up behind him but the other is so concentrated on his task that he does not realize it. Renji tries to peak over the shorter man's shoulder but Rikichi rights himself suddenly and begins a conversation with… himself it seems.

"Konichiwa, Taiyaki Fukutaichou! You're looking rather delicious today."

Renji's right eyebrow shoots up but he's curious now so he decides to let this play out. Rikichi drops his tone to as deep a rumble as he can manage.

"Why, thank you, my sexy little plum blossom. Mmm… What's that you're wearing? You smell so good. I want to eat you right up!"

"Yeah I bet you do," Rikichi's voice dons a slight raspiness. "I'm all sweet and gooey and yummy inside."

The vein in Renji's temple begins to throb.

"Yeah, baby you're going to taste so good," the smoky voice again.

"Oh, Taiyaki-san, you're so sexy. I love your golden skin. You're so firm and strong on the outside and so luscious and smooth on the inside!"

"You know it, baby. I want you right now."

"Oh, Taiyaki Shuuhei, take me now!"

Renji is at his limit. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?"

Rikichi yelps and jumps about a metre in the air. His works of art leap from hands in surprise. One arcs over his head and is caught by a very pissed off looking Abarai Renji. Rikichis eyes widen as he leaps to catch the other. Renji looks into his palm at who he can only assume is Taiyaki Shuuhei, a regular taiyaki decorated with a mop of shredded nori atop of it's head and if he's not mistaken a carved tattoo of the number 69 on it's left cheek. Renji frowns at the taiyaki then scowls at Rikichi.

"Why are you in my house?"

Rikichi rights himself immediately and bows low holding out his hands to offer the other taiyaki, which Renji notices immediately has been carved with tribal patterns and adorned with a plum blossom petal. No matter how you look at it, this can only be Taiyaki Renji. This does nothing to soothe Abarai sour mood.

"Welcome home, Abarai Fukutaichou! Kuchiki Taichou asked me to deliver a box of taiyaki to you since you were not feeling well."

"So you decided to dress them up and do a little erotic role play? You're a little fucked in the head, aren't you?"

"No… well yes… but no!"

"How the hell do you know about me and Shuuhei anyway?" Renji growls.

"It's a secret?" Rikichi asks in honest wonder.

Renji frowns at that.

"Oh! I mean of course it's a secret," Rikichi stutters out quickly.

"What the hell was all that 'take me now' shit? When the fuck, have I ever said something like that? You know, it's really creepy that you think about my sex life in such detail."

"I don't think about your sex life," Rikichi protests. "Who wants to think about you having sex?"

"Considering your little puppet show, I'd say…" A light goes off in Renji's head. "Oh! I get it. You were thinking about Hisagi."

"No, I wasn't!" Rikichi blushes to a deep red.

"Busted!" Renji grins. "What were you going to do if I hadn't come home now? Would you have jerked off thinking of all the naughty things we've done in this room?"

"You've done it in the kitchen," Rikichi asks in starry eyed astonishment.

"On the very counter you're leaning on."

"Really?"

Rikichi is so fun to dick around that Renji can't help but tease him. The boy is more gullible than Ichigo but not nearly as innocent as he looks. Renji knows for a fact that he's a closet pervert. This isn't the first time he's caught his subordinate passing the time with some erotic roleplay.

"You know, I don't mind sharing," Renji leers. "Wanna try a threesome?"

"Eww, no!" Rikichi pauses in his indignity to ponder the possibility. "Ummm… Really?"

Renji laughs so hard his side hurts.

"So," Rikishi ventures, "we can't have a threesome?"

"Get out," Renji says still laughing.

"Right! I should get back anyway… So, you'll get back to me on that threesome thing?"

"OUT!" Renji growls, not so friendly this time.

"Yes, sir!" Rikichi runs out of the kitchen, then after a moment, sheepishly returns and offers Taiyaki Renji to his true form.

Renji snatches the pastry from him. "OUT, NOW!"

Rikichi bolts towards the door, pulls on his tabi and smacks face first into a warm, hard chest. He stumbles backwards and almost falls on his behind when a strong arm catches him around the waist.

"Whoa, there," comes a somewhat familiar smoky voice. "You alright?"

Bright faced and blushing, Rikichi looks up beneath his bangs at the man he had been impersonating just moments ago. Hisagi Shuuhei looms over him with his dark eyes and his amused smile. Rikichi nods shyly as he doesn't quite trust his voice at the is practically swooning from the man's proximity. Renji chooses this moment to come around the corner.

"Are you still here?" Renji snaps.

"My apologies!" Rikichi yelps and darts out past Shuuhei and down the street.

Shuuhei watches him go with an amused smile on his face. "He's cute. I would have never really pictured him to be your type though."

"What?" Renji frowns and although he won't admit it, the frown is less to express his displeasure and more to keep the idiotic grin threatening to split his face open in check.

"Then again maybe I'm wrong," Shuuhei continues eyes still following the shrinking form hurrying down the street. "Dark hair, small frame, smooth pale skin. Not as feisty though."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Renji snaps. He doesn't mean to be so short but he can't seem to stop himself. This is much less dangerous than revealing the giddiness he feels inside.

"Any other reason you're standing around half naked?" Shuuhei asks, eyeing his lover appreciatively.

Renji looks down and notices just how low his hakama have sunk on his hips.

"Jealous?"

"A little bit," Shuuhei smiles easily.

For some reason, Renji is irked by Shuuhei's easygoing attitude. Even thought there is no reason for Shuuhei to be jealous, Renji thinks it would be nice if the jackass could just play along. Instead he waltzes in looking like sex on legs with that easygoing, not a care in the world smile and that natural "come get me, if you want me" sensuality. Although Renji wants nothing more than to toss the man over his shoulder and carry him to bed, he needs to maintain some composure. Renji wonders if Shuuhei has missed him at all but he knows even if he has he's not likely to show it. He knows just how good his lover is at keeping up appearances. Renji finds it infuriating but he's so happy to see Shuuhei right now that he knows if he chooses to open his mouth, he's likely to blurt out some humiliating truth (most likely a very direct "I missed you") and that would lead to a very awkward silence right here in the foyer. He decides to let Shuuhei come in and have a cup of tea before he throws himself at the man.

Told you, Snakey whispers.

Renji frowns down at his sword. Zabimaru is propped innocently against the wall. Renji kicks it unceremoniously and it clatters on the ground. Uttering a mental command of silence, he turns around and heads back inside. He catches Shuuhei's curious glance but he has no intention of explaining himself. As expected, Shuuhei rights the tumbled sword then joins his lover in the kitchen. Renji puts on the kettle and ponders which tea he wants to brew. He's about to ask if Hisagi has a preference when he notices that the man has stumbled on his taiyaki likeness.

"What is this?" Shuuhei asks, slightly amused, slightly disturbed.

"Rikichi," Renji informs him. He holds out two tea tins for Shuuhei to choose from. "You're the one he has a crush on."

"You really are clueless, aren't you?" Shuuhei says and pauses in his inspection of Taiyaki Renji to nod at the tin he prefers. "That tattoo on his forehead look familiar to you?"

"You don't know how twisted that kid is. He probably got it to get your attention," Renji measures the tea leaves and taps them into the teapot. He checks the water but as it isn't quite hot enough, he ventures to ask, "How was your mission?"

"Uneventful," Hisagi shrugs. "No suspicious people, no threats, nothing. The onsen was really nice though. I can't wait to go back."

"Go back? Isn't it expensive?"

"Ah, the Innkeeper's daughter took a liking to me after I saved her from a hollow. The Innkeeper was so grateful that he invited me back."

"Always the charmer."

"Always," Shuuhei smiles.

"I wonder what the Innkeeper will say when he figures out what a pervert you are," Renji chuckles.

"His daughter is 4. I may be into a lot of things but lolicon is definitely not one of them."

Renji feels a quick rush of relief but the feeling is short lived.

"I like curves on my women," Shuuhei continues. "And some experience."

Renji feels his stomach twist a little but he looks away and, as casually as he can, says, "So, did you manage to get into Matsumoto's bra?"

Hisagi's lips curl at the corners. "What do you think?"

Renji can't meet Shuuhei's eyes. He takes the kettle off the stove even though the water still isn't hot enough. Shuuhei has requested a Chinese Oolong so Renji should let the water come to a boil but he's feeling anxious now and needs something to busy himself with. He pours the hot water into the teapot and begins to babble.

"Well, you know what they say… It's the most romantic onsen in Soul Society, right? Even arranged couples fall in love when they visit and you know how women get at weddings. Even Matsumoto can't be immune to that. Something about planning a giant party I guess and wearing a fancy dress. Women always love that kinda crap. It could have been just the push you needed."

Shuuhei doesn't say anything but he is watching Renji with a bemused expression. Unable to meet his eyes or bear the silence, Renji continues.

"And since you can take her back to the onsen for free, it's just like one of the stories from Rukia's romance novels, going back to the place where you… And she has curves and experience…"

"Are you jealous, Renji?" Shuuhei interrupts.

Yes, Renji thinks.

That smirk on Shuuhei's face grates on his last nerve. He slams the teapot down on the table, with a lot more force than he means to. The hot water within splashes out of the spout and scalds his hand. Renji hisses in pain and shakes the hot liquid off. He feels himself flush with the flurry of emotions he's feeling: anger, frustration, embarrassment, jealousy…

"I'm going to shower."

Fuck, Reni thinks as he stomps out of the kitchen. He may as well have just admitted it right there. Still, he plans to delay that as long as possible and that would have been impossible if he had stayed in the same room as Shuuhei. Renji turns on the faucet and sticks his throbbing hand beneath the cool stream. It stings a bit but the water wasn't hot enough to really hurt him. Shutting off the faucet, he drops his hakama and turns towards the shower when he catches his reflection in the mirror. When had he turned into such a girl?

Renji is rinsing the shampoo out of his hair when the door opens. Shuuhei walks in and shuts the door behind him. Renji doesn't turn around. He's already made enough of an ass of himself today. He has decided to let Shuuhei lead the conversations for the rest of the day. Maybe he should just stop talking altogether. That seems like the very best idea he's had all day and it pays off immediately as he feels Shuuhei's bare skin press up against his back. He sighs as Shuuhei wraps his arms loosely around his waist and kisses him gently between the shoulder blades.

"You're an idiot you know that," Shuuhei whispers, brushing Renji's wet locks to one side. "Getting all worked up for nothing."

Despite the fact that he is being gently insulted, Renji's entire body seems to relax with Shuuhei's proximity. He briefly ponders defending himself but decides it's best that he sticks to his plan and keeps his mouth shut. He doesn't want to say anything stupid that might cause Shuuhei to pull away.

"All this time," Shuuhei continues dropping feather light kisses down Renji's neck. "All this time we've been together and you still have no idea how much I love you."

Renji's stomach clenches and a wonderful tingle flashes through his veins making his skin prickle out in gooseflesh. His emotions are once again all over the place. He feel relief for one, absolute giddiness, which causes embarrassment and then a small flare of annoyance at his own reaction. Also beneath it all there is also tiny ball of fear and anticipation at what this all means now that it's out in the open. Renji hates that he feels this way. He doesn't mind any of these emotions in their singularity. He can handle any one of them but all of them together are driving him mad! All plans of silence fly out the window as Renji belligerently demands: "How the hell am I supposed to know? You never said anything."

"Neither did you," Shuuhei counters, nipping at Renji's earlobe.

"Why would I?" Renji manages, the heat from his previous comment quickly evaporating.

"Because you love me and you've missed me so much in the past few weeks it's been driving you insane," Shuuhei says.

BULLSEYE! Renji's face flushes as red as his hair. Is he really that transparent?

"The hell I have!" Renji growls shutting off the water.

"No?" Shuuhei tosses him a towel and pats himself dry with another. "That's too bad."

Renji watches him wander out to the bedroom seemingly unaffected by the conversation. He can't be positive if Shuuhei is doing it on purpose or if it just comes to the man naturally but the way Shuuhei wraps the towel around his waist, runs a hand through his damp hair and stretches his arms over his head with a lazy yawn is inexplicably alluring. A rustling from the other room tells Renji that Shuuhei is laying out the futon. Renji feels a little but guilty. He isn't quite sure how he expected Shuuhei's return to play out, although he had enjoyed the fantasy of grins and giggles and lots of sex. Renji hadn't meant to be so standoffish but it was a little strange that Shuuhei could admit his feelings so naturally as if the words had been spoken a million times before.

Renji feels he is entitled to feel a little bewildered by the revelation. Isn't love was supposed to be all sunshine and rainbows or is he really such an idiot that he can't grasp one of the most basic of emotions? He grabs his hairbrush and works out the tangles as he thinks. It can't be denied that Shuuhei makes him feel something. No. Not something, a lot of things. He feels far too much when it comes to Shuuhei. He's never felt so much in his life. It's messing with his head. Abarai Renji does not get jealous and anxious when his boyfriend is away for a few days longer than planned. Abarai Renji does not imagine 101 scenarios of his boyfriend falling in love with a beautiful big chested woman and leaving him out in the cold. Abarai Renji does not lose sleep for anyone. Most important of all, Abarai Renji acts on his emotions, he does NOT contradict them. So what the hell has been going on with him lately?

He heads into the bedroom and thinks that it's about time for him to act on his emotions right now. Shuuhei is laying stomach down on the futon, tiny towel still wrapped in a tantalizing tease around his waist as he flips casually through a recent edition of the Seireitei Communication. Even though he had read every line in the publication as Editor in Chief, he still likes to peruse the paper for any mistakes that may have slipped his attention. Renji knows very well that there are no errors to be found, anything Shuuhei decides to publish can only be impeccable. Renji has similar thoughts about the lean, toned thighs leading up to the perfect curve covered by white terrycloth. Impeccable. Shuuhei turns onto his side, props himself on an elbow and beds his knee, resting the flat of his foot against the mattress. The movement causes the towel to shift to one side exposing a long line of inner thigh.

Renji is mesmerized.

Shuuhei pats the empty spot beside him and Renji moves as if by magic. As he settles in the spot his lover has assigned him, Renji's thoughts drift again. Shuuhei must have spent much of his time at the onsen clad as he was now, in nothing but a small rectangle of cloth covering only his most intimate parts. Had Matsumoto seen him like this? The thought does not sit well with Renji and he feels a rush of irritation spread through him. His jaw clenches at the thought of Matsumoto seeing Shuuhei's inner thighs.

That's MY spot, Renji thinks. That big titted hussy had better not have laid a finger on my man.

"This is really bugging you, hmm?" Shuuhei's asks.

"What?"

"You just said that out loud."

"WHAT?" Renji's eyes nearly pop out of his head.

Shuuhei laughs. "No. I was joking but you're pretty easy to read, love."

Renji scowls. "Well did you or didn't you?" He demands.

Shuuhei figures that Renji has probably tortured himself enough if he knows the redhead at all. "No. I didn't."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Are you sure?"

"Renji!"

"Alright, alright…" Renji devilish smirk find its way back onto Renji's lips. "Why the hell not?"

Shuuhei rolls his eyes and sighs in exasperation. "I'm going home."

He makes to get up and almost has both feet on the ground when Renji's hand closes around his wrist and sends him sprawling back onto the futon. Renji catches him and they suddenly have fallen back in pace with one another.

"Most fucking romantic onsen in Soul Society and you still couldn't close the deal," Renji taunts. "You're losing your sex appeal."

"Is that right?" Shuuhei's eyebrow raises in a graceful arch.

"Just calling it like I see it."

"Hmm," Shuuhei rumbles, warm and sensual and sinfully sweet, like the filling in a taiyaki. "Let's test that theory."

AN: I know. Kinda mushy but I was just in that kind of mood. I have been reading a lot of yaoi manga lately.

WARNING: The next chapter will be explicit and contain a certain kink that is kind of extreme. Personally I don't really think it's too bad but it may shock some. I have wanted to write about this for awhile now and of all my pairings I think this is the one couple that could pull it off.