Torture

Shuuhei felt the hairs rise up on his arms and legs as Renji carefully cut away his clothing. He wanted to joke and tell Renji that he owed him a new uniform but he was both incredibly turned on and slightly worried that it would distract Renji and result in a knick, or worse.

Renji leered at Shuuhei's very prominent erection and looked up at Shuuhei's questioning gaze with sparkling eyes. "Now I'm going to torture you," he said.

Renji had been with Shuuhei a long time and had gotten to know his kinks very well. He still remembered how Shuuhei had just barely not just fucked him in front of everyone when during a picnic with a group of friends he had been playfully knocked into a lake. When he had come out dripping wet and looking fairly sad, while everyone else had been laughing, Shuuhei had been on him in a second, savagely kissing him. "Shuuhei?" Renji had whispered. Their friends, more than mostly drunk at this point anyways, just laughed. "Please, Renji," Shuuhei had begged, and dragged him off into some underbrush. That was when Renji found out that Shuuhei really, really liked him when he was wet.

"What is that?" Shuuhei tried to look over the side of the bed but was held back by his restraints. The thing he was trying to see was a long and wide wooden tub that Renji had recently picked up, something that was supposed to usually be used for doing large loads of laundry.

Renji stepped into the tub and then picked up the bucket of water he had placed next to the bed and dumped it over himself. Shuuhei gasped. Renji did too; the water had been colder than expected. Renji untied his hair, running his fingers through his wet tresses before slowly undressing himself down to just his fundoshi.

"Ok fine, Renji," Shuuhei said. "You made your point: you're sexy and I want you. Let me go now."

"Well, do you remember the other day when I tried to help you make dinner for everyone and totally failed at it?"

"Yes," Shuuhei answered, wondering what that had to do with anything.

"I broke one of the eggs on the ground and another on my arm, and it got me to thinking," Renji said. He pulled out a small basket of eggs.

"What…what are you planning on doing…"

Renji took one of the eggs and broke it, allowing it to hit his shoulder and then race down his stomach, leaving a long trail. It met with his fundoshi and mostly got absorbed, some more seeping down his leg. Shuuhei stared with utter fascination.

"What does that feel like?" he pleaded.

"Kind of cold, kind of slimy, sticky, wet," Renji said. He took another one, pleased with his experiment and the slightly desperate look that Shuuhei was getting in his eyes. He broke it over his chest this time.

"Renji, you know this would be a lot more fun if you let me help out," Shuuhei offered.

"Nope," Renji said, grabbing another egg. Shuuhei groaned.

When he had run out of eggs, Shuuhei had to admire the slight glaze that Renji now had around his body, as well as the marks of white as the eggs began to dry. He sighed as Renji picked up the second bucket of water and rinsed it all off, briefly toweling himself. Shuuhei definitely perked up when Renji took off his fundoshi and jumped up on the bed though.

"Mmm," Shuuhei said, leaning towards his now completely naked lover. Renji kept his distance though, straddling him but not getting close enough to touch. Shuuhei frowned.

"What? Did you think it was over?" Renji asked.

"Well, I was hoping that it was."

Renji leaned over and sloppily licked Shuuhei's neck.

"Renji?" Shuuhei questioned.

"Quiet, I just learned this and you'll love it," Renji said, picking up a pinch of salt that he had set on the nightstand and throwing onto the wet spot he just licked.

"Eggs and salt? Am I going to be cooked next?" Shuuhei joked, although he was panting. Renji didn't answer, though he did stuff a lime in Shuuhei's mouth, much to his surprise. "Mmpf?"

Renji then licked the salt off of Shuuhei's shoulder, drank a shot of conveniently located tequila, and removed the bit of lime from Shuuhei's mouth, making sure to slightly kiss him in the process. Shuuhei licked his lips at the tang. "What is that taste?"

"You can have some later, love," Renji answered.

Shuuhei blushed deeply. "Renji…" he began.

Renji was already busy with something else. Shuuhei flinched slightly as he felt whip cream being sprayed in a circle across his belly button.

"Now this one, this one Shuuhei, you're going to really enjoy," Renji said. He really didn't think it was supposed to be sake in this type of thing, but the idea of slowly sipping sake off of Shuuhei was too good to pass up. He took a glass and slowly poured it into the small reservoir that he had made with the whipped cream. He heard Shuuhei moaning behind him as he felt the liquid pool on his stomach.

Renji turned himself around while still remaining sprawled out over Shuuhei, knowing very well that this meant that he was dangling his very aroused and throbbed cock over Shuuhei's face. He laughed when Shuuhei cursed, making very sure that he was just barely far away that Shuuhei couldn't reach him. He slowly lapped at Shuuhei's belly, slurping down a small amount of the sake.

"Renji!" Shuuhei called out. "Oh god, Renji, you know I can't take this!"

Renji just smiled and kept very slowly doing what he was doing. He made sure to knead at the flesh around the belly button with his lips and allow his tongue to fully explore. He bobbed his head, knowing that it was rubbing suggestively into Shuuhei's penis.

"Renji!" Shuuhei begged him, only to feel a more pronounced movement, and Renji's hair slightly touching him, the tip of his penis hitting into Renji's head. "Renji, fucking touch me!" he demanded. "Fuck!" he yelled, as he finally lost control and came. Renji smiled to himself. He definitely knew where the sweet spots on his lover were. He finished his sake and turned to face Shuuhei. He still had some whip cream on his face, and now he had Shuuhei's cum in his hair, some slightly dripping down his forehead.

"Fuck, Renji," Shuuhei said, looking at it in exasperation and lust. "Please, let me do something about that," he begged.

Renji was very curious as to what Shuuhei would do but he wasn't done torturing Shuuhei yet. He knew that the orgasm that Shuuhei has just had wasn't at all what he wanted. He wanted full contact with his lover and until he had it he was going to be in agony.

"I think I'll take a shower instead," Renji said, still leaving Shuuhei tied up.

The bathroom was connected to the bedroom, having been a relatively new addition. Renji made sure to leave the bathroom door open for his final piece of torture. "Mmm," he said as he touched himself.

In the bedroom, Shuuhei heard him. "RENJI!" he yelled angrily. "Damn it, Renji! If there's anything you want done fucking come out here so I can do it to you!"

"MMMMM!" Renji moaned louder as he stroked himself.

"I HATE YOU RENJI!" Shuuhei yelled, and didn't stop cursing the entire time that Renji jacked off in the shower.

Renji finally came out, toweling off his hair, with a goofy grin on his face.

Shuuhei was pouting. Well, he was trying to pout, but it was hard when he was naked and also couldn't cross his arms, and also when he wasn't really the type of person to pout in general.

Renji undid Shuuhei's straps and found himself instantly pinned to the mattress. "Alright, I'm going to make you very sorry you ever came up with that idea," Shuuhei huskily.

"I hope so, it was a lot of planning," Renji answered.

"You still haven't said it," Renji said to Shuuhei as they held each other in the early morning.

"Said what?" Shuuhei played dumb.

"Asshole," Renji said, although his grabbing and holding Shuuhei closer told a different story than his words.

"Not here," Shuuhei said.

Renji was curious at to where they were going but he was content to follow because Shuuhei was holding his hand, something that he had never done before. He smiled when he saw the sign.

They snuck through the Squad 4 hospital fairly easily, finding an empty room in an empty wing.

Shuuhei ducked into a room and then quickly pulled Renji in after him, closing the door behind him.

"I love you, Renji," he said.

Omake

"Lieutenant Kotetsu!"

The girls jumped away, blushing furiously.

"What's wrong?"

"Lieutenant?" she heard someone call out to her from the room that the staff had been gathered around.

She looked in.

"Renji? Shuuhei?" Both men were as red as lobsters and using pillows and sheets to cover themselves; their very naked selves. She stared at them several long seconds before Renji spoke up.

"Our clothes seem to have disappeared," Renji said with an awkward laugh. "I don't suppose you can get them to us?"

"Any clothes really," Shuuhei pointed out.

From where she was at the door Isane could see the shelf where the nurses had carefully put the shinigami uniforms of the two lieutenants.

"Nonsense!" she said. "I'm sure you want your actual uniforms back. I'll go and look for them, it shouldn't take long at all!"

She left to go get Kiyone.