Sesh a/n: I own HtM-verse, Wolfy owns Heirverse, the foxes and the flower dictionary. Otherwise we own nothing here. Also RenBya4ever.

Wolfy a/n: *posts at 6.30am*We apologise for our lateness [read: procrastinating]. We hope this makes up for it. Sorry to Time; this will be wholly unreadable. *imagines Time making like Cave Johnson and demanding we take the lemons back* *climbs into gold painted shippytrash dumpster with Sesh*

Wordcount: 3020

Notes: Lemons [so NSFW at ALL]. Flower language. Idiots being idiots. And Wolfy totally being inspired by/ripping off Kitamura Koume doujins with the laziest AiGin lemon ever. Even though it's really good (the doujin). authors being shippytrash.

Enjoy.

Chapter 6: Togetherness

Let's go to bed.

Gin sighed softly and felt his Sousuke's arms tighten around him as the sound escaped him. He clung onto his partner, his lover, knowing he would not be the first to let go. Yes. Bed, that sounded really good about now. And not just for sleeping, either.

"Carry me?" he asked playfully. Making an attempt at puppy eyes. Because after what he'd been put through Sousuke had a fair bit of making up to do. He could have just said he was going to see Renji about something inane, after all. He didn't have to go hiding and sneaking about like a criminal. They were supposed to trust each other. They were supposed to be a team.

He heard Sousuke sigh deeply, and Gin braced for a refusal, and was pleasantly surprised when he felt himself being lifted up off the floor. So surprised in fact, that he let out a little shriek when he found himself tipping forwards over Sousuke's shoulder, hefted like a sack of potatoes instead of being gently lifted in those arms like he'd anticipated.

Ah, but then, when had Sousuke ever done anything he'd anticipated?

"Sousuke!" Gin squeaked. Shinsou just cackled like a wicked little warlock.

The older man chuckled. "What?" he asked innocently. And Gin knew he was smirking like a devil. "You asked me to carry you."

"No' like a sack a 'tatoes!" Gin whined. "Pu'me down! Lemme 'ave me dignity!"

Sousuke laughed playfully. Feigning thoughtfulness. "Hm, no I don't think I will." he teased. "I don't want my little fox to run away now, do I? And besides when I'm done with you, dignity will be the last thing on your mind, I assure you."

"Eh?!" Gin gaped. Catching sight of Cherry and Tsuku watching the scene with quizzical expressions. He was sure if they had voices, they'd be laughing at him, too. "What? I aint no fox!" he protested, softly thumping Sousuke on the back. "Put me down this is no' dignified!"

"Oh, but you are a fox," Sousuke answered, still teasing and playful and infuriating. "In fact, you're my fox, and I'm going to take very good care of you."

Gin frowned. "Well can ya carry me like a person and no' like a sacka 'tatoes then?!"

"No," Sousuke answered. Moving through the house and carrying Gin up the stairs towards the bedroom. "This way is more efficient. Now stop wriggling, I don't want to drop you."

"But Sousuke!" Gin whined again, only to be shushed. Gin huffed and ceased struggling, and let his lover carry him to bed like a giant sack of rice. When they entered the bedroom, Sousuke kicked the door shut and Gin was promptly thrown onto the bed. Landing with about as much dignity as a sack of potatoes. Which is to say, none.

Gin huffed once more rolled over onto his back, about to make a wry comment, but stopped and watched his lover start undressing instead. Gin flushed very, very pink. The smirk never once left Sousuke's face.

"Meanie," Gin teased.

"Oh," Sousuke said, confidently stripping himself and letting his clothes fall in a heap on the floor. Treating Gin to a good, long look at his deliciously naked body. Reminding Gin just what a good looking man he had. "I think you'll be changing your opinion of me quite quickly."

"Oh," Gin asked, opening his eyes in an unspoken challenge. Because he could feign innocence, too. "An' how're ya gonna do that?" he smirked.

Sousuke crawled onto the bed, covering Gin's body with his, so Gin could feel the growing heat between them. "How do you think?" he said, before capturing Gin's lips with his own. Pushing his tongue into Gin's welcoming mouth for a deep, passionate kiss. Gin moaned into his mouth, his kiss, and let his hands roam upwards and his fingers tangle themselves into thick, dark hair. He melted into the kiss, into Sousuke. His lover, his partner, his... everything.

Gin moaned into him, arching up into his warm body as desire coiled around his lower spine and pooled in his nether regions.

"Sousuke," he gasped, feeling hands move steadily – far more steadily than his own – to untie his kimono and push it aside to expose his shoulders, his collarbones, his chest. Making Gin shiver with both excitement and anticipation both as Sousuke's lips and tongue worked their way down his neck, kissing and sucking on his pale, soft skin.

"Mmm?" Sousuke hummed, pausing his ministrations, and Gin whimpered pathetically.

"Non- n'don't stop."

"Who said I was going to stop, Gin?" Sousuke asked softly, returning to gently suck on his neck again, pulling another long, hard moan out of Gin's throat. And Gin tightened his legs around his lover's hips as Sousuke's long pianist's fingers pinched one of his nipples, making him cry out.

Sousuke's lips crushed against his again, and he was overcome with passion. Their tongues melding together in a mind-melting kiss.

Wait," Gin breathed, as Sousuke attacked his neck with teeth and tongue again. There'd be marks by tomorrow again, he knew. "Wait, lemme undress. Th' kimono's gonna get all..." Gin gasped and sucked in a breath as Sousuke kissed his throat again and a hand slipped down to play with him. "Dirty."

Sousuke chuckled against his skin. "That doesn't matter," he murmured. "If it gets dirty we can just wash it."

"But, I don't- Oh gods tha's good – I don' wan'it t'get dirty... lemme just- oh fuck, Sou, gods yer good."

Sousuke gave another soft, breathy laugh. "It's quite alright," he reassured. Gently running his fingers through Gin's silver hair. "It's why I gave it to you after all," and with that Sousuke leant close and let his tongue slide over the shell of Gin's ear. Breath hot, voice sensual as he spoke, "To defile it."

Gin couldn't help but shiver with excitement and arousal at just the sound of his lover's smooth voice.

"Really," Gin smirked at him. "Ya got such bad preferences."

"Oh," Sousuke smiled back at him. "I think my preferences are just fine. I do prefer you, after all."

Gin gave a little laugh at that just before his lover kissed him again, slow and languorous, too lost in each other to carry on the conversation. And suddenly it didn't matter that they'd just suffered a misunderstanding, because the world had shrunk right down to just the two of them. A world where all that mattered was that Sousuke was here, that Sousuke still wanted him, still loved him. Still felt desire for him after all their decades together. That Gin still wanted him so badly and so much that it hurt.

"Sousuke," Gin called out to him again. "Please. I need you."

Sousuke smled down at hm tenderly, desire flickering in his eyes as he gazed down at his Gin. "Of course you do," he teased. "I wouldn't be very good at my job if you didn't, now would I?"

"No," Gin agreed, smiling lazily up at him. "You wouldn't."

Sousuke smiled warmly at that answer, the smile reaching his eyes, and he leant down to kiss Gin again. Slowly and tenderly this time. And Gin would've been happy to live in this moment forever, if he could.

He moaned softly into the kiss, which prompted a moan from Sousuke. Gin shifted beneath him and brushed his exposed thigh against his lover's, feeling the tingles of electricity along the soft skin. Desire flooding through him and his arousal poking at his lover's thigh, leaking precum over his skin.

"Gin," Sousuke murmured, and Gin arched up into him again as Sousuke's gentle hand slid up his thigh. "spread your legs for me, darling."

Gin obeyed the gentle command, knowing and anticipating the pleasure that usually followed such obedience. And he watched his lover sensuously suck on his fingers. He watched, too, as his lover slowly spread his legs just a bit wider and pushed a pair of fingers inside him. Slowly, gently stretching him. Making him gasp and moan as they located very quickly that sweet spot.

When Sousuke removed his fingers again, Gin was a writhing, whimpering mess underneath him.

"Hurry." Gin breathed. "Hurry. Please..."

Sousuke kissed him again, hungry and passionate. Gently sucking on Gin's tongue while Gin's fingers tangled into Sousuke's mahogany hair as he tasted his lover again.

"Ready?" Sousuke asked, pulling away for breath. For air.

"Yes," Gin whispered, breathing heavily beneath him. "Yes. Now. Do me now."

Gin's chest heaved, his body flushed with heat, and fire, and electricity wherever their skin touched. Really, touching Sousuke was like touching the goddamn sun. And if that was so, then maybe he was Icarus, and a fool for flying too close. But this was a high he never wanted to come down from.

"Sousuke," Gin begged. "Souuske, please..."

Sousuke laughed softly. "Patience, lover. Good things come to those who wait."

"Don' wanna wait." Gin huffed. "Want you."

"I know," Sousuke kissed him again, and Gin moaned into him again. Sensing him reach for the lube they kept in the bedside drawer. When Sousuke pulled away, Gin whimpered in disappointment.

"Patience," Sousuke said softly, and Gin hushed. His eyes drinking in every detail of his lover's face and that gorgeous body as he lubed up.

He gently pushed Gin's legs apart again and covered Gin's body with his own. Gin wrapping his arms and legs around him and pulling him close. An octopus with his prey. And finally, finally, Sousuke pushed into his welcoming body with a grunt.

Gin moaned loudly at the feeling of him, and smiled up at him as Sousuke's lips captured his again. Their tongues melding together the way their bodies did.

. . .

Sousuke moved slowly, at first. Letting Gin grow used to the feeling. But they'd done this dance so many times now, Gin didn't need long to adjust, and soon the pace increased. Fuelled by Gin's gasps, pants and moans and cries of his name - "Sousuke, ah. Gods, Sousuke. Sousuke. Fuck!" - Sousuke pounded into Gin relentlessly. Hard. Fast. Fully intending to make Gin scream his name. To forget all about Renji Abarai and his suspicions and just everything else apart from him. Enjoying the feel of Gin's hands in his hair and the sound of his voice as they made love.

"Sou..." Gin breathed, teetering close to the edge now. Dangerously close to the edge. Face flushed that lovely shade of pink he so loved.

But 'close' wasn't going to cut it. He wanted Gin over the edge.

"Gin," he answered, feeling wave after wave of pleasure crash over him. His hard, fast, demanding movements, that culminated with Gin coming hard and crying out his name in ecstasy. Toppling over the edge and into oblivion. Sousuke followed shortly after him, emptying out into his lover after a couple more thrusts.

Panting and sated, he pulled himself out of Gin, and the two of them lay together, trying to remember how to breathe again.

"If you ever..." Sousuke told Gin in between pants, "mention Renji Abarai again... I'll keep fucking you like that until... until there's nothing in your head but me. If I... if I have to fuck him out of your head I will."

Gin just smirked over at him, still in that post-orgasm euphoria. But his Gin's grin was no less wolfish. "Oh Sousuke," he said, "You just made sure I'll remember his name forever," Gin answered.

Sousuke shot his lover a look of exasperation and fondness both as Gin burst into a fit of exhausted cackling in the bed beside him. He couldn't help the smile; it really was good, to hear that laugh.

"Alright," Sousuke said, rolling onto his lover again. "Round two, then."

The cackling stopped with a little squeak ad Sousuke pinned Gin down and attacked his neck again, making Gin laugh. And he smiled to himself because it sure was good, to hear his Gin laughing again.

. . .

The next morning, as Byakuya woke up, he could smell flowers and cedar. He cracked one eye open to see an elegantly simple vase overflowing with flowers on his nightstand. His childhood lessons in floriography kicked in, and he began deciphering the message in the blooms.

Renji must've done this, as no one else had permission to enter his quarters so freely.

He eyed the cedar vase - strength and constancy. Given the context of the foliage filling the vase, the message was along the lines of 'the strength of our love will endure forever.'

Smiling, he sat up and decoded the flowers themselves. The over-abundance of ivy for fidelity, red tulips declaring love, jonquil signifying deep desire. Globe amaranth expressed a love that would never fade or die. Crown imperial stood for great power and majesty, madwort held a message of true happiness, and humility was represented by bundles of field lilac.

Byakuya swallowed the lump in his throat, touched by the overall message - 'Though I know I stand but a humble man before your power and majesty, I want you to know I'm happy you chose me, that I desire you, and I will love you forever.'

How beautiful!

He looked at the sleeping redhead, tears of happiness in his eyes. His lover had a beautiful soul to want to convey such a message. He was so very lucky to have this man in his life.

As Byakuya watched the younger man sleep, his eyes began traveling over the muscular frame, following the exotic tattoos that he found so very attractive. An idea struck him, and he set the vase on his nightstand before slipping out of bed and into the garden.

He picked fresh jonquil and some lime tree flowers. A smile on his face, he practically ran back inside. He sat by his lover, using one hand to smooth back the scarlet mane. "Renji? Wake up."

A groan answered him, and he chuckled to himself. The redhead was not a morning person. Well, he knew how to overcome that.

He leaned down and pressed his lips to his boyfriend's. A moment later, Renji was kissing back, sighing happily. With a soft laugh, Byakuya pulled back, amused by how his partner tried to follow.

"Renji, wake up. I have something for you."

Eyes still closed, the younger man murmured, "You're all I need, baby.'

Byakuya smiled at the sentiment, then put a subtle pout into his voice.

"Please wake up, Renji."

The redhead's eyes shot open. "'S wrong? You ok?"

He was quick to reassure the bigger Soul Reaper, then showed him the flowers he'd picked. Renji smiled excitedly, propping up on one elbow.

"Ok, I know that one is Jonquil, and it represents desire. What's that one?" he asked, pointing at the blooms alongside the jonquil.

Byakuya smiled softly as he replied, "Those are limetree flowers, and they signify conjugal love."

Those deep auburn eyes met his as a tattooed eyebrow rose. "You wanna have sex?"

He smirked. "No, it's more along the lines of, 'I desire you in my bed' or 'I want to make love to you'."

Renji grinned seductively at him. "More romantic than I gave it credit for. So, you wanna make love to me, hmmm?"

Byakuya nodded and laid the flowers on the nightstand, crawling further onto the bed. Easily, the bigger Soul Reaper laid back and spread his legs in welcome, flicking open his yukata teasingly.

"I love you, Renji," Byakuya murmured as he prepared his lover.

A sigh of pleasure answered him, warming his heart. "And I love you, Byakuya. Always."

Then they were joined, and words were no longer needed. They communicated with their bodies, spoke to each other with sighs and moans as they danced to unheard music only they could hear.

For several minutes, their movements and touches were gentle, soothing, physically expressing the more tender side of their love. Byakuya reveled in the adoring touches, even as he slowly claimed the younger man with a sense of wonder and reverence that this magnificent creature was always willing to surrender himself in such a way.

This man who didn't let anyone push him down could do such wonderful things to his body, yet turn around and allow himself to be conquered in the most intimate of ways.

It always amazed and humbled Byakuya.

Then Renji made a more needy sound and wrapped his arms around his shoulders, arching up under him. And he was not one to ever deny the Rukon Dog what he desired in bed.

Byakuya plunged deep into his wild lover, enjoying the incoherent sounds Renji made as his sweet spot was assaulted by hard, driving thrusts. Byakuya could rarely seem to hold back with his half-feral subordinate, but that was okay, because he knew Renji didn't want him to ever hold back.

Amidst his powerful thrusts, he gripped a lean hip with one hand and lifted the other to tenderly stroke sweat-dampened wine-red hair and wicked black lines. He knew the contrast of rough and gentle treatment would quickly unravel his beautiful redhead.

Sure enough, Renji whimpered, nuzzling his hand while that strong body surged up against his own, somehow both demanding and pleading.

Byakuya caught his breath as the auburn eyes locked on his, filled with such love and adoration that his heart missed a beat. Then those eyes flooded with pleasure so intense that the bigger Soul Reaper teared up a little, gasping for breath and loosing a stream of unintelligible sound and half-formed curses.

Byakuya captured his lover's lips, groaning long and low as his own release poured into the muscled, undulating body. He felt Renji's hands slide up into his hair and tighten, and he shuddered, pushing his pulsing body as deep as physically possible.

He stayed buried in his Renji, sliding his arms under broad shoulders and wrapping one hand around the back of his lover's neck.

Nothing mattered but this moment, holding each other so tight, foreheads touching, panting between slower and slower kisses.

Nothing else mattered at all.