Title: Body of Lies
Genre: Romance / Angst
Rating: M
Pairing: one-sided Cloud x Renji, one-sided Ichigo x Renji
Spoilers: N/A
Summary: And I hate that I'm wearing all these lies…
Word Count: 491
Warnings: Crack paring

Disclaimer: Bleach is not mine. Summary is from What I Didn't Say by Saving Jane

A/N: This drabble is a repost from my PrettyLittleLiars account.

Denial (noun): refusal to recognize or acknowledge

By unspoken agreement, Renji never said any names when they were together like this. And for that, Cloud was eternally grateful. He didn't know what he would do if Renji called out for someone who was not him. No names from Renji's mouth, just a never-ending stream of "I love you"'s that Cloud drank up like a man in a dessert. If Renji ever wondered why Cloud was freer with calling out names he never said anything.

Cloud knew, he knew, that it wasn't his face that Renji saw above him. That the shinigami was clenching his fingers into short, orange hair and gazing adoringly into almond colored eyes. That every single one of Renji's panted breath was from something he was imagining with someone else. Someone he couldn't have. So he came to Cloud.

Stuttering and shy, he came to Cloud. Not knowing how Cloud felt. Not knowing how Cloud watched him, stared at him, babbled incessantly to kill to silence and prevent himself from accidentally shouting something stupid. Not knowing that Cloud was slowly falling in love with everything about Urahara Shoten's freeloader, because Renji was too busy falling in love with someone else to see it.

But he could pretend. That it was him Renji saw when tattooed legs tightened and pulled him closer. That it was him Renji saw when Cloud placed soft, desperate kisses on the sweaty collarbone below him. Each kiss leaving a pleasing mark. See me. Want me. Love me.

"Ugh… I love you… ah! Love you, so much… Please… please…"

He soaked it in, even though they weren't for him. They were for the face he was wearing. "I love you, too…" he panted back in Ichigo's deep timbre instead of his own voice. "Gods, I love you so much Renji…"

He just wanted Renji to see him. To see his own two-toned locked fall onto the muscled chest beneath him. To have him stare up into blue eyes and want to see those eyes. He could pretend, that Renji really wanted him. Him and not his talent. That Renji knew it was him. And, Cloud supposed, Renji did know it was him, in some roundabout way, that he ignored.

So while Renji panted and moaned and pretended that it was the real Ichigo whispering endearments to him, Cloud was above him, tremors shivering down his spine like Renji's calloused hands, pretending that Renji was looking up at him and pretending that ever single declaration of love that fell from those stubborn lips… was for him…