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Chapter 5

Morice sniffed hard as he stood outside the building he had come to know so well. The bright neon sign brilliantly illuminated a sexy figure of a woman. He walked in with his hands in his pockets and his head down. The loud music playing in the place assaulted his ears. He walked straight to the bar and sat down, waiting for the bartender to be available. He looked up to see a handsome man with dark hair and a crude tattoo on his cheek staring straight at him.

The girls dancing around him on stages and talking to other men didn't interest him in the least at the moment.

"What can I get you, sir?" The young man asked. His eyes were black as coal.

Morice cleared his throat nervously.

"I'd like your spicy rum. But I'd like it in grapefruit juice."

"That's an interesting combination, Sir. I'm afraid we may be out of Grapefruit juice. Would you like to check our stock?"

Morice nodded and stood. The young man hopped across the counter, walking to a door in the back while Morice followed.

The sound from the strip club instantly muffled the moment the door closed behind them. Morice stayed near the door as the young man ran his fingers through his hair. There were two women laying naked on a futon. The young man looked at them for a moment before placing a booted foot on the top of the couch and completely tipping it over, causing the girls to spill out and onto the floor.

"Fuck off." He demanded. Without question the two girls scampered out of the room, grabbing random articles of clothing as they left as quickly as possible. Morice flinched as they brushed by him, slamming the door.

"Alright Morice," he said a little louder, clapping his hands and rubbing them together. "What do you have for me?"

Morice put on the biggest smile he could force.

"Well, Mr. Shuhei, let me tell you, this is good, real good! See, here, I have his number!" He said with gusto.

"Fantastic, and the address?" He said with a deeper tone.

Morice scratched his head.

"Well, see the thing is, they were intimately aware of his orphanage situation and they wouldn't give it to me. I've been trying to text him for a while but the only answer he gave me was asking me to piss off. Look, I think this number can settle things nicely, now you two can talk and I'll be out of your hair."

Shuhei smiled darkly. He walked over to a shelf and pulled down a photo, caressing it gently.

"Look, Mr. Abarai, I'm not sure what fates lead you to me, but I don't intend to ignore them. I asked for an address. If you don't provide me with either the money you owe or the address of your son, I'll cut your fingers off, plain and simple."

Morice shuddered. "I wish you wouldn't say things like that. It's not like I haven't tried! I've been checking the apartment number I found, but he hasn't shown up for months, so I can't be sure it's his! Please, let's just be adults and come up with a good way of getting the money. He seems pretty close to the man who runs Serete Sakura landscaping, maybe we could-"

"Well, do you have anything on him? You know I'm getting a little tired of waiting months for you to come to me only for you to tell me practically nothing. Druggies like you aren't worth the effort it takes to speak to you. Bring me something I can fucking use or I'll sell your shitty liver."

Morice was quiet for a moment. Shuhei dug into his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He lit one up and took a long drag, letting the smoke flow out his nose.

"What does the rich guy look like?" He asked while fixing his couch and roughly sitting, taking another puff.

Morice flipped through his phone for a picture and showed him. He was only able to take a couple from far away.

Shuhei took the phone and eyed the picture.

"What a fucking priss. No, no, what is he doing with this fag..." He spoke softly to himself. Morice spoke up.

"He's very rich...I think. We could get the money out of him, maybe?"

"He's too old. He'd never sell."

"No, I mean we could convince him to give us - you the money! Maybe we could get Renji to -" Shuhei held up his hand.

"You seriously don't know a thing about your own son. I've decided I can use him. Bring him here." He demanded, tossing the phone onto the floor. Morice quickly scooped it up and left as quickly as he possibly could.

000

"Renji, if you don't hurry, you'll be late. Did you take the mock exam?" Byakuya asked, shifting through a few envelopes on the kitchen counter. Renji could be heard shuffling around in the living room.

"We're just going out for a drink. Are you sure you won't come?" He asked. Renji wrapped his arms warmly around Byakuya's waist, kissing the back of his head.

"It's not really my thing. Besides, you know him better than I do so...it would just be weird if I went along."

Renji smiled into his hair, running his hands up his sides, his shirt riding up beneath his fingers. Byakuya leaned his head back into Renji's chest, sighing.

"You know we have no time."

"I won't be long." Renji whispered. Byakuya huffed. "You'd better not be. Ichigo has a habit of just walking in as he pleases." Byakuya retorted.

He felt a certain part of his lover poking him in the back. Renji ran his tongue up his neck from his shoulder. Byakuya turned around in his arms.

"Wait...do we really want to just do this fast and be done with it? Why not wait till you get back?" Renji growled low in his throat and nibbled lightly on Byakuya's neck. Clearly not overly fond of the idea. He backed Byakuya into the counter and attacked his mouth, tongue shooting inside.

Byakuya's knees buckled beneath him, but was pressed so tightly against the counter, he didn't fall.

"But I need you now," Renji whispered. Byakuya wriggled under him.

"Okay instant gratification monkey, look here. Do you remember the talk we had about boundries?" Renji licked around his ear in defiance.

"Nope."

"Well there's this thing called personal space. Everybody needs it and you are so very bad at understanding it. You just jump on me any chance you get and, frankly, it's starting to become a problem."

"I don't have a problem."

"The first step is knowing that you do. You're insatiable, Renji, admit it."

Renji moved his hand up Byakuya's leg and pressed his palm against him.

"Don't talk to me about personal space when you want it just as much as I do."

Byakuya sighed against his hand, groaning as he tried to think of some other way to get the beastly man off of him with no success.

Like a click of a button, Byakuya suddenly had an idea. It was an odd thought that he'd had a number of times before. Whenever they got like this, Renji always initiated. Renji always dominated. There was never a moment where Byakuya took things into his own hands and made moves on Renji. He had also never initiated nor been asked to please Renji orally. For the first year of their relationship, he actively avoided even the idea all together. The thought of having Renji's girth inside his mouth had never appealed to him...at least the thought of having any man inside him that way was too much for him. But as the months grew on and Renji time and time again brought him to completion this way, he began to grow curious. What would Renji think if he just dropped to his knees and did it of his own free will without any coaxing? What sort of noises would he make? Would it be the start of him asking for it all the time?

Byakuya flinched out of his thoughts for a moment as Renji had reached up his shirt and pinched him.

Never mind all the other questions. HOW would he even do that sort of thing? Renji wasn't small in any manner at all. Every piece of him was robust. There was no way he could...

"Hey..."

Byakuya snapped out of his head again to be met with dark eyes.

"Are you alright? It's like you're not even here," he questioned. Renji backed off him slightly, running his fingers through Byakuya's raven tresses.

"If you're really not into it, I can wait. Sorry to bother you..." Renji nearly removed himself completely but, uncharacteristically, Byakuya grabbed his arm. Renji stopped.

He scanned his lover's face questioningly.

It's now or never...

Byakuya swallowed hard before slowly dropping to his knees. Shaky hands reached up to the zipper to Renji's jeenes, attempting to pry open the button. He thanked his stars Renji never wore a belt. That would have been too awkward. Byakuya wanted more than anything to see the expression on Renji's face. But he was too embarrassed to look away from his own hands. When he finally undid the bindings, Byakuya came face to face with...Renji. He was a little put off that he had such an intensely sexual relationship with this man and yet his face had never actually gotten this close to it before.

"Byakuya," Renji's voice was smooth as silk, his hand lacing through his hair and lightly tugging. Byakuya took hold of Renji's manhood and closed his eyes. He had just opened his mouth when they heard a clicking at the door and Victoria start barking wildly, running for the front door to greet whomever it was.

Byakuya was startled and threw his head back, slamming it into the cubbords. Renji chuckled and quickly fixed himself, kneeling down to make sure his love wasn't hurt.

"Renji! Hey, are you ready?" Ichigo called from the doorway. He was comfortable enough to enter on his own, but clearly not brave enough to go searching for the couple. Interrupting was fine, but catching them was not on his wish list.

Renji pulled Byakuya up from the floor and kissed him passionately.

"We WILL finish this." He darkly whispered. Byakuya gulped.

"Hey, Ichigo did you decide where you want to go?" Renji walked out of the kitchen and the two of them chatted out the door. Byakuya had settled himself immediately back onto the kitchen floor. He was too old for this shit.

It took several minutes before his legs regained enough strength to walk out into the living room. He glanced at the coffee table and realized Renji had forgotten his phone. Feeling like a criminal, he picked up the phone, nearly throwing it back down in disgust with himself. Even if they were dating, this was Renji's private property. He shouldn't go snooping around someone else's phone.

He gently put it back down and walked over to the computer room. Sitting on the desk was the mock exam, completely filled out. Byakuya yawned and glanced over it. His eyes narrowed as he kept reading. He got nearly every answer correct and even if he didn't, he was close. He looked through the computer for the study guide he was supposed to set up. When he opened it, it was totally blank.

"No study guide and you did this well? What the hell, Renji? Now you don't have a choice, you are going to school damnit."

In curiosity, he attempted to gather information on his...future endeavors with Renji. However, the more he looked up pictures, stratagies, and techniques, the more embarrassed he became. Sighing, he turned off the computer and laid down on the couch.

Renji and Ichigo sat in the driveway for a while when they finally got back to the house.

"Thanks for tonight, Renji. I love my wife, but I needed a breather before the baby is born. Its...it's tough, ya know?" Ichigo rested his head back. He dug into his pocket to let Rukia know that he was headed back when he realized his phone had been on silent all night.

"Sixty three missed calls..." Ichigo said softly.

"Shit, we're in trouble..."