Well, here it is folks- teh smut. Thank you to everyone who reviewed! I am very sorry I don't reply to everyone, sometimes it doesn't go through, sometimes it gets sent back to me… (sigh) anyway, hope you enjoy this! Thanks for reading! ;D

Chapter 16

Renji lay on his futon face down. His head throbbed and his legs were numb.

"So what's broken again?" Renji asked as Hanataro's hands hovered over his back.

"Your second and third thoracic vertebrae, Abarai Fukutaichou," the medic said softly. "But it's alright, bones are the easiest thing to heal."

"Second and third what?" the red head began to lift his head, but Rukia's hand came down hard on his skull keeping it in place.

"Don't move, idiot," she muttered.

Renji growled and heard Shuuhei snicker a few feet away.

Shuuhei and Renji had been excused from cleaning and repairing the shop due to Renji's inability to stand and Shuuhei's dislocated shoulder. Rukia had helped for a little while, but had to abandon her repairs when Hanataro had come pleading for her to help hold Renji still. Urahara had said it was fine since the hole was almost filled and the debris had been collected and carried away.

"Basically," Shuuhei chuckled. "It means your back is broken in two places. What else do you need to know?"

Renji groaned. "When will I be able to move my legs again?"

"Oh, this won't take that long, Abarai Fukutaichou," Hanataro said happily. "You should be fine in just a few minutes."

Renji put his face into the pillow and tried to relax. Rukia ran a hand through his hair and shifted her legs.

"You guys were really amazing today…" she murmured.

"I guess," Renji mumbled. "I feel like I started it and then Kira took over and did all the hard stuff."

"Me too," Shuuhei added. "I had no idea he was so good at reiatsu manipulation."

Renji chuckled. "He was always good at that shit. Always acing everything in the academy… How's he doing by the way?"

"He's sleeping again," Shuuhei answered. "He was already weak from his injury so the binding spell really did him in."

Pain suddenly rocketed down Renji's back and he cried out, gripping the pillow so hard he tore the fabric. Shuuhei lunged forward and helped Rukia hold his shoulders down.

"Shit!" the red head bellowed. "What the fuck!"

Hanataro spoke quickly. "You're almost healed, Abarai Fukutaichou, so the nerves are regaining feeling! It will only hurt for a few more seconds! Just bear with me!"

Renji's back was on fire. He had experienced worse pain than this, but that was then and this was now. Every bone in his body cried out as the small medic wove together the bits of nerve and muscle in and around his spine. He felt Shuuhei grip his hand through the haze of agony.

But then it stopped as quickly as it had started. The burning pain was gone, he could feel his legs… and every single bruise he had acquired in the last few hours.

"Oh shit…" Renji moaned. "If you could die of relief, I would be there."

Rukia laughed and he felt her stand. "Good work, Hanataro-kun," she said.

"Th-thank you, Kuchiki Fukutaichou," stuttered the young shinigami.

Renji felt Rukia's hand on the back of his head again and he turned to meet her eyes.

"I'm glad you're better," she whispered. "Sleep well tonight."

"Goodnight, Rukia…" Renji whispered.

When he heard the shoji shut behind him, Renji lifted his head and rolled to his side, affectively placing himself in Shuuhei's lap. He looked up at the older man who was grinning.

"What?" Renji asked.

"Boyfriend huh?" Shuuhei chuckled.

"Oh shit…" Renji pinched the bridge of his nose as he felt his face burn. "Please don't talk about that…"

"Why not?" Shuuhei leaned forward to brush his lips over the tattoos on Renji's forehead. "I thought it was cute!"

Renji ignored him. "How's your shoulder?"

Shuuhei rolled his arm. "It's good. Hanataro-kun knows his stuff."

"What time is it?"

Shuuhei shrugged. "No idea, probably after ten."

"Bedtime?" the red head's eyelids were getting heavy.

"Hell no," Shuuhei pushed him off his lap. "I'm dirty and sweaty and I'm not going to sleep in it."

Renji laughed into the futon as he heard Shuuhei stand. "You're such a priss."

"I'm not a priss," Shuuhei said in the bathroom doorway. "I'm hygienic."

"Obsessive."

"Whatever."

Renji lay smiling as he listened to Shuuhei rummage around in the bathroom, turning on the faucet and grabbing soaps and things from the sink cabinet. He didn't realize he'd been drifting off until he heard the faucet shut off and Shuuhei's ludicrously suggestive sigh as he slid into the water. The red head's cock jumped at the sound and he sat up. Shuuhei had left the door wide open… did that mean…

Renji stood and tried to straighten his hakama underneath his kimono hanging from his waist. Showering with Shuuhei when he was hurt or bathing him when he was having a breakdown was one thing, but taking a bath together… lying naked in the tub together…

He peeked around the doorframe at Shuuhei's lounging form. The dark – haired shinigami had his head back and his eyes closed, his arms rested lazily on the sides of the tub. Renji licked his lips as his eyes burned a trail down that lithe tattooed neck. That pale flesh just out there, dripping, asking to be licked, kissed-

"You gonna stare at me all night, or are you gonna join me?" Shuuhei asked.

Renji moved into the bathroom and smirked as he got an eyeful of the other man. He crossed his arms and stood leering. Shuuhei opened an eye and grinned when he saw Renji watching him. He sat forward so the water level moved to just below his chest. He cupped water in his hands and slowly ran them through his hair, following the rivulets of water down the skin of his neck with his fingers. He stretched very catlike and leaned over the side of the tub, resting his chin on his folded arms.

"The water's gonna get cold," he purred.

Renji's smile faltered. Goddamnit! Leave it to Shuuhei to take a completely platonic, everyday act and turn it into the most erotic boner-inducing action he'd ever seen. Renji's cock agreed whole–heartedly as it filled and pressed against the rough fabric of his hakama. He was perfectly content to stand there and watch Shuuhei bathe himself if he was going to do it like that.

Shuuhei eyes flashed mischievously as he sat up a little straighter.

"Was I not clear?" his voice had dropped into that deep musical timber that made Renji almost dizzy with desire. "Maybe you need shorter commands… Strip."

Shuuhei watched Renji's eyes darken as need gleamed behind those pools of brown. He held his breath as the red head slowly, without breaking eye contact, untied his sash and the kimono slipped from his waist. He waited for Renji's hands to move to his hakama, but instead he turned his back and they rose to his hair. Shuuhei's heart beat a little faster as he watched Renji twist the locks together pulling the entire mass up into a messy pile. He fastened it with what had to have been the end of his hair tie and slowly lowered his hands. He took his time pulling off his waraji and tabi and Shuuhei felt like screaming.

"Renjiiiii…" he whined.

Renji chuckled but complied, slowly pulling the ties of his hakama loose and letting the garment fall to the floor leaving him gloriously nude. Shuuhei took in his muscular calves, his strong tattooed thighs, and his exquisite ohsofuckable ass. The older man almost moaned, watching Renji undress had made him so hard he felt like he was going to tear.

"Turn around…" he said softly, exceedingly proud of himself when his voice came out steady.

Renji did, and for a moment Shuuhei forgot how to breathe. Glorious was too tame a word. Impressive. Striking. Nothing described the magnificence that was sweaty, naked, hard Renji. Every curve, every muscle was chiseled to perfection like he was a tan, tattooed sculpture of a Spartan; a barbarian Norse god sent from Valhalla to battle the hoards of chaos. Shuuhei licked his lips and tried not to let his gaze linger on Renji's impressive manhood. Whatever Shuuhei had done to deserve this blessing was beyond him, but he silently thanked Kami anyway before he leaned back and gestured to Renji with his hand.

Renji moved slowly, his heart racing. He knew he was attractive, but so was Shuuhei, even more so. Was he good enough for Shuuhei? The dark - haired man had given him a slow once over but hadn't said anything, and his eyes weren't telling the red head anything. Renji desperately wanted to turn Shuuhei on as much as the older man turned him on. Damn Shuuhei for being so good at hiding his emotions!

Renji slipped into the tub and kneeled between Shuuhei's thighs. The water was murky and smelled sweet with whatever Shuuhei had mixed in.

"What did you put in here?" Renji asked.

"Pomegranate," Shuuhei said, leaning close. "It was either that or some flowery thing."

"Smells good," Renji murmured before Shuuhei's lips touched his own.

Shuuhei kissed Renji's lips gently, tentatively. He moved up and ghosted over Renji's nose, his closed eyelids. His wet fingers trailed down Renji's jaw, his thumb grazed over the red head's soft but slightly chapped lips. Renji parted those lips and took Shuuhei's thumb in his mouth, running his tongue over the calloused pad of flesh. Shuuhei bit back a groan and slowly leaned back.

"Come here," he whispered.

Renji turned around and reclined, his back pressed up against Shuuhei's chest. He felt the unmistakable press of Shuuhei's hard member against his lower back and shivered at the friction.

Gods he's so hard… he's so hard for ME…

Feeling rather elated, Renji sighed as he relaxed and laid his head back on Shuuhei's right shoulder. The older man put his arms around Renji; one hand came up to caress his hair and the other tickled the flesh of his neck and shoulder. They sat in silence for several long comfortable minutes. The water was warm and soothing on Renji's tired muscles and bruised skin. He listened to the steady in and out of Shuuhei's breath and silently enjoyed the tender touch of the slender man's fingers.

"Renji?" Shuuhei finally broke the silence.

"Hmm?"

"What do they mean?" Shuuhei suddenly seemed nervous. "I've always wanted to ask…"

Renji knew what he was talking about, he didn't have to say it. He had never told anyone what his tattoos meant. He had just assumed people thought he inked himself to look bad ass, and that was fine. It wasn't really that big of a deal anyway.

Renji sighed. "You know how your scars are like a kind of road map?"

He felt Shuuhei frown against his cheek. "Road map?"

"Yeah, like every scar you get is like a mark of where you've been, where you screwed up. They're like reminders for you."

"Reminders of what you did wrong and what not to do again, I see what you're saying."

"Exactly," Renji shifted his position to sit up a little straighter. "Well, having marks of your mistakes is good… and reminders for what not to do are great and all that but… I wanted a reminder for all the good things I've done… all the accomplishments I've had… so I got something just as permanent as a scar…"

He turned to look at Shuuhei's face studying the lines on his neck.

"Do you remember all of them?" he asked, amazement evident in his features.

"Yeah sure," Renji said. "The ones on my face and neck are the most important. They're all fundamental sword fighting techniques and basic kido spells- first few years of academy stuff. Those are really important cause they're the foundation of the shinigami powers."

Shuuhei lifted his fingers to trace the lines on his forehead and Renji stilled. The shivers returned in full force and the red head felt heat coiling in his belly as he watched the intense concentration on Shuuhei's face. The dark – haired shinigami was doing his fidgeting thing, and he was doing it to his tattoos…

The long fingers followed the lines down Renji's neck and moved slowly down to the patterns on his arms.

"What are these for?"

Renji swallowed and tried to keep his breathing slow as he answered.

"Higher level kido spells… mastering shikai…"

Shuuhei's hand moved to Renji's chest and the red head moaned softly. The bath oils had cleared and Renji could watch Shuuhei's hands as they slid across his skin under the water. He let his head fall back onto Shuuhei's shoulder and he gazed at the ceiling as he let himself be carried by the sensation of the older man's gentle touch.

"Graduation…" he choked out when Shuuhei touched the lines on his chest.

Shuuhei was lost in Renji's map of accomplishment. He had never known, or even guessed, there was so much meaning behind the red head's tattoos. He couldn't tear his eyes away and his fingers seemed to glide along the hot flesh of their own accord.

"How about the ones on your back?" Shuuhei murmured.

"Moving up in rank…" Renji's breath was coming harder now. Shuuhei knew what he must be doing to the younger man, but he couldn't stop.

His fingers moved to the lines on Renji's stomach, ran over hard muscle and the thin line of red hair below his navel.

"These?" he asked in a whisper.

"Getting into sixth quad… making Vice Captain…"

"Your thighs?"

Renji's eyes closed and his mouth fell open as his breath caught.

"Bankai…"

Shuuhei touched and traced every line he could reach. The difference in the texture between inked skin and not inked skin fascinated his fingers. He moved back up to the lines decorating Renji's lower stomach and frowned.

"It's not even down there…"

Renji's head came up and he looked where Shuuhei was touching. The right side had one series of marks more than the left side and it was driving Shuuhei crazy.

"What is that one?"

Renji sat up a little further, his breathing going back to normal. He followed Shuuhei's fingers and touched the spot himself.

"This…" he started, his voice faltering slightly.

Shuuhei came out of his daze to turn and look at Renji's face. The red head's eyes were sad and far away.

"Renji?" he asked gently.

"This one is for when I gave up Rukia…" Renji whispered. "When I was finally able to let her go… When I realized we could never be… that way together…"

Shuuhei's heart ached a little at the admission. He knew better than anyone how Renji felt. He bent his head and kissed Renji's neck, pulling the red head tighter in his arms. It was the best he could do for they both knew words were contemptible in this moment.

"I can get one to match it now…" Renji's voice was still a whisper. "On the other side..."

Shuuhei turned back to Renji's stomach and ran his fingers over the opposite spot, void of a tattoo.

"Really?" he asked. "What for?"

Renji was silent as Shuuhei caressed clear skin. He leaned back again and settled his head in the crook of Shuuhei's neck. Nuzzled the flesh where jaw and neck met. He was sure now; he could say it and mean it. He sighed and closed his eyes.

"For letting Ichigo go…"

Shuuhei's fingers stilled. He felt the older man's heart race beneath him. Renji stayed where he was unmoving, waiting for Shuuhei's reaction. A long minute passed before Renji realized Shuuhei wasn't breathing. He moved his hand over his chest to grab the dark – haired man's arm.

"Shuuhei?" he whispered.

Arms came around him tightly and he felt Shuuhei press his face into his hair. He found his heart jumping as he felt the older man trembling against his shoulders.

"Renji…" Shuuhei said muffled. "Renji…"

Renji turned his head and was assaulted by Shuuhei's lips. The kiss was rougher, harder, and more forceful than before. Shuuhei pressed into Renji's mouth, rolling his tongue deep. Renji's head swam, he had kissed Shuuhei plenty of times in the last week, but none of those encounters had been like this. Shuuhei had been holding himself back, always giving, always just a push away from gentle. Now he was letting himself go, doing things with his tongue and teeth that Renji had never before experienced. Gods he could kiss… he really could fucking kiss!

Shuuhei broke the contact and cupped Renji's face with one hand. He rested his forehead against the younger man's and sat relishing the sound of the red head's harsh breaths against his skin. He had waited for this for so long. Hoped for it. Fantasized about it. Prayed for it, and now that it was happening it seemed unreal. Like a beautiful dream he was bound to wake up from at any moment.

"Out," he commanded huskily. "Water's getting cold."

Renji opened his eyes and realized he was right. He sat forward to pull himself to his feet and felt Shuuhei climb out behind him. He lifted one leg out slowly followed by the other. He felt slightly dizzy, but weather it was from the standing so quickly, or the aftershock of Shuuhei's intense kiss, he wasn't sure. He watched Shuuhei grab towels from the rack and turn to hand him one, but stop. He fixed his gaze on Renji's body and this time didn't try and hide the hungry look in his eyes. He moved closer and wrapped the towel around the red head's shoulders, bringing his lips close to Renji's ear.

"Gods, Renji," he moaned. "You're so fucking sexy and all you're doing is standing there."

Renji's heart skipped a couple beats and he stood a little dumbfounded as Shuuhei dried him and pulled him into the bedroom. The older man led him to the futon and told him to sit. Renji complied and watched Shuuhei's ass and hips sway back and forth as he strode back into the bathroom drying his own body. The dark – haired man threw the towel on the floor and rummaged in the medicine cabinet until he found a bottle of hand lotion. He returned to the bedroom, tossing the bottle on the pillow behind Renji, and knelt between the red head's legs.

Renji's pulse pounded in his ears as Shuuhei reached up and gently pulled the hair tie from his hair. His thick tresses fell and curtained around him, their tips long enough to brush the mattress. Shuuhei sat back on his heels and let his eyes trail down the crimson locks slowly.

"I could be content with just this…" Shuuhei whispered. "Just looking at you like this for the rest of eternity."

Renji felt a sweet pain in his chest and tried to ignore the lump in his throat by quickly turning away and forcing out a small chuckle. He slid back, careful not to pull his hair and leaned back on his elbows. When he felt he had a grasp on his emotions he looked back up at Shuuhei from under his lashes and smiled.

"Well" he teased. "I wouldn't, so come on…"

Shuuhei moved forward and over Renji, his hips and torso coming down to rest against the younger man's hot skin. He shivered as muscular legs bent and wrapped around his thighs grinding their erections together. Renji's hands gripped the older man's arms as Shuuhei pressed his lips to the red head's neck. He ran his tongue over the soft flesh and nibbled at Renji's collarbone. He trailed kisses along a tattooed shoulder and down a hard chest, running his thumbs over dusty nipples bringing them to hardness under his touch.

Renji hissed down at him and whispered quietly into the dim room.

"I used to imagine this…"

Shuuhei hesitated and looked at Renji's face. The red head was staring at the ceiling with a small smile on his lips.

"You did?" Shuuhei whispered.

"Yeah... a lot."

Shuuhei lowered his lips feeling outrageously delighted. He licked along a rough black line and said against Renji's stomach. "When?"

Renji inhaled sharply as Shuuhei's mouth moved lower and kissed the tan skin where Ichigo's tattoo would soon be. "Um… before the war… before Aizen and all that shit."

"No," Shuuhei breathed as his hand slid down Renji's thigh. "When did you think about this? Where were you? What were you doing when you thought about me touching you?"

Shuuhei bit down softly and was rewarded with a sigh and a gentle tug to his hair.

"I thought about it all the time… While I was in class… While I was training…"

Shuuhei slipped his hands underneath Renji's thighs and pulled his legs farther apart. "What about when you were alone?" Shuuhei asked. He ran his tongue down the red head's thigh tracing his bankai memorial. "Did you think about me when you touched yourself?"

"Gods Shuuhei…" Renji hissed. "Please… it's starting to hurt."

Shuuhei eyed Renji's twitching member and noted the color was indeed on the purple side of the spectrum. He grinned a little against the younger man's skin and passed a teasing finger down the underside of Renji's cock. The red head cried out and pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes. Shuuhei moved so his lips were a hair's breath away from Renji's balls, he wanted the other to feel his breath on his most sensitive flesh.

"I want to hear it first, Renji," Shuuhei growled. "Did you think about me when you touched yourself?" he upped his torment by running his thumb over the swollen sack.

"Yes!" Renji gasped. "Yes I did… I would think about your mouth on me when I jerked off… I would think about you inside me when I came…"

Shuuhei moved and ran his tongue up the length of Renji's cock. The redhead cried out and his hands flew to the sheets. When Shuuhei took him in his mouth, the younger man bucked his hips, thrusting up violently. Shuuhei took him easily down his throat, but moved his hands to still Renji's hips anyway. He moved his head up and down at a steady pace, drowning in the beautiful sounds he was eliciting from the enthralling man beneath him. He looked up as he rolled his tongue around the engorged head to watch Renji writhe.

"Fuck, Shuuhei… oh fuck…"

If Renji hadn't been gripping the sheets, he would have sworn he was floating. He had lost himself after Shuuhei's mouth had enveloped him, head spinning out of control and his belly coiling with fantastic tension and heat. He threw his head back as he gasped, moaning Shuuhei's name over and over like it was the only word he knew.

Shuuhei grinned around Renji's length as he worked. He hadn't been joking when he told Hirako he was good; he always had been. He wasn't being conceded, it was just how it was. He'd had plenty of practice, growing up in the enormous sixty-ninth district in Rukongai; the only hungry kid, and plenty of willing takers. He had never left a partner, male or female, disappointed- far from it in fact. He had a few tricks up his sleeve that he was sure were going to blow Renji's mind.

As Renji's breaths came faster and he felt the man tensing beneath him, Shuuhei quickened his pace. He lifted one hand from a muscular hip to palm Renji's sack; roll it between his fingers. Renji reacted magnificently, cursing loudly and tightening his grip on Shuuhei's hair. The older man waited for the moments before release to take Renji completely in his mouth, all the way to the hilt and then push his tongue out to lick Renji's balls.

"Fuck, Shuuhei!" Renji screamed. He shuddered as he came violently down Shuuhei's throat, his orgasm pulled from his body with such force, he was momentarily blinded.

Shuuhei drank him down through three hot spurts, sucking, milking Renji's bittersweet taste. But just before the red head could finish, Shuuhei grabbed his member, pressing his thumb between the base of his shaft and the top of his scrotum, cutting his orgasm short.

"Shit, Shuuhei!" Renji bolted upright sending hair flying around Shuuhei's head and shoulders. "What the f… what the fuck?"

Shuuhei looked up at him grinning evilly.

"I need you to stay hard for me, Renji."

Renji looked down at him. His face was gorgeously flushed, his eyes were glazed, and his hair was disheveled and everywhere; it was like liquid fire surrounding his powerful frame. His chest heaved and his skin shone covered in a thin layer of sweat. For a few moments Shuuhei fought to keep control of himself as his eyes took in the sight before him.

I really could come just by looking at him…

Not losing his grip on Renji's member, Shuuhei raised his head to capture the red head's mouth. He nibbled at the slack lips and lapped at the sweat running from the other's jaw. Renji tried to reciprocate, but he was still panting heavily and couldn't quite get control of his fine motor skills. He felt his shoulders trembling as his arms opposed holding his weight.

"Holy… fucking… shit, Shuuhei…" was all he managed to say.

If he hadn't been floating in post orgasm ecstasy, Renji would have tackled the older man for the superior look he shot him.

"I wouldn't have gotten this tattoo if I couldn't back it up," Shuuhei snickered. He gave Renji another peck on the lips and pushed him gently back onto the futon. "Now, back to what we were discussing," he climbed over Renji's legs and straddled the younger man. The fingers of one hand found Renji's nipple again and rolled them under his pointer fingers. He brought his face close to Renji's and whispered. "Have you thought about my cock inside you since you came back?"

Renji twitched beneath the other man's thumb; his face was already burning so he couldn't tell if he was blushing or not. Shuuhei's mouth was not only talented but deliciously filthy as well, and it was driving him mad.

"Yeah," Renji whispered back.

Shuuhei's hand left Renji's nipple and reached for the bottle of lotion on the pillow. "Is that what you think about most? Me fucking you?"

Renji slowly felt himself get control and lifted his hands to Shuuhei's thighs. He ran his hands along the taut muscles and cupped the older man's ass tightly.

"No…" Renji lifted his head and bit the skin of Shuuhei's neck.

"What do you think about most, Renji?" Shuuhei breathed into his hear. "What's your favorite fantasy?"

Renji kissed and licked down Shuuhei's chest until he came to a nipple and returned the favor. Shuuhei's sharp intake of breath made his heart race as he sucked hard and rolled the nub through his teeth.

"My favorite is when I'm inside you," Renji murmured. "But you're on top so I can watch you roll those amazing hips."

Renji heard the cap snap off the lotion, and Shuuhei growled into his hair. "Do you want me to ride you, Renji?"

"Yes."

"Can I let go? Can you stop yourself from coming?"

In response, Renji reached down and pulled Shuuhei's hand from his hard, but in control, manhood. He leaned back to watch as Shuuhei poured lotion into his hand and slicked Renji's head, then moved the same hand up to rub the rest of the into the skin of his stomach, cleaning his hands in the process. The cream felt cool and tingly against his hot skin, and it smelled of apples and cinnamon.

Renji's heart skipped a beat as Shuuhei positioned himself over his cock and looked him straight in the eyes. That dark, intense Shuuhei gaze locked on Renji, startling him as the older man kissed him quickly.

"Renji…" Shuuhei started.

Renji grabbed the other man's jaw between his thumb and pointer finger. He stopped whatever the older man was going to say with a much deeper kiss. He pressed his tongue into Shuuhei's mouth roughly and shivered when Shuuhei growled deep in his throat. The dark – haired man bit Renji's lower lip, and with one hand bracing himself by Renji's head and the other guiding the younger man against him, he moved. Renji felt tight heat surround him as Shuuhei pushed down. A choked sigh escaped the red head's throat as he was slowly enveloped in one motion.

Shuuhei didn't make a sound and just watched Renji's face as he lowered himself onto Renji's cock. He felt the familiar burn, the initial stretch, and the slight pressure, but it was forgotten as he watched the face of the man he loved beneath him. Renji's expressions were beautiful, intoxicating; his eyes fluttered and his mouth came open in a silent moan as Shuuhei stilled, waiting to move.

"Gods, Shuuhei…" the red head whispered.

"I know…" Shuuhei replied, his voice just as quiet.

After several careful seconds Renji's legs bent, pushing himself inside Shuuhei just a little more. The dark – haired man grinned and licked across Renji's lips.

"Are you good? Can I move now?"

Renji looked up and couldn't help but smile back. "Am I good? What about you? You said it's been two years!"

"Year and a half."

"Whatever… yes I'm fine," Renji placed his hands on Shuuhei's hips and spread his fingers over his pale skin. "Move…"

Keeping his hand by Renji's head to steady himself, Shuuhei raised himself up so that just Renji's tip was inside him before sliding back down slowly. Renji moaned and lifted his hips to meet the slighter man's. Shuuhei repeated the action again keeping the slow pace.

"Shuuhei…" Renji whispered.

"Yes, Renji?"

"What do you… You said you wanted this for a long time… Do you… do you ever…" the red head trailed off, not sure if he should ask what he was thinking.

"Do I think about you?" Shuuhei asked.

Renji nodded.

Shuuhei brought his lips inches from Renji's, their breath mingled as Shuuhei moved atop Renji, skin sliding slowly over skin.

"You want to know what I think about when I come?"

Renji moaned again, louder this time. Shuuhei's hips came down a little harder on his and he hissed. "Yes, gods yes."

Shuuhei sat up and braced a hand on Renji's leg. He lifted his hips, ground down, lifted his hips again… He leaned back further to miss his sweet spot. He wanted to make Renji come once more before he attended to himself.

"I imagine what your hair might look like, spread over your back as I fucked you from behind..."

Renji gasped and he bit his lip hard enough to draw blood. Shuuhei talking like that and saying things like that were going to send him over the edge much too quickly. He propped himself up on one arm, leaving the other to grip Shuuhei's hip. He opened his eyes and all rational thought escaped him. Shuuhei moved over him, arching his back, the muscles in his torso rippling and flexing underneath glistening alabaster skin. His hair hung damp framing his gorgeous eyes, his beautiful hips rolled over his own, just like in his fantasies. His cock, hug heavy and magnificent, dripping over Renji's stomach. The red head started to lose it, he felt his control slipping fast. He might have been the one playing seme, but Shuuhei was still fucking him.

"Fuck… Shuuhei," he sat all the way up, wrapping his arms around the slender torso. He gasped heavily against Shuuhei's chest. "I can't… gods… how do you do this to me, Shuuhei?"

Shuuhei brought his hands up to wrap around Renji's shoulders and kissed the top of his head. He picked up his speed a little bit, moving his hips just the tiniest bit faster. He nudged Renji's jaw, making the red head lift his head. He kissed the younger man, ravaging his mouth as he thrust himself down on the others cock, faster and faster.

"Shuuhei," Renji cried out and seize Shuuhei's thighs. "I can't… I can't last…"

"Its okay, Renji," Shuuhei said into his mouth.

"Can I come inside you?"

Shuuhei finally let out the moan he had been holding inside him. All of his dreams, all of his greatest fantasies were nothing compared to those sweet words that tumbled from Renji's lips.

"Yes, Renji… Come inside me…"

Renji lowered his head and buried his face in Shuuhei's neck. He tightened his hold on the lithe thighs around his waist and met every one of Shuuhei's thrusts. He felt a tightening in his gut just before another orgasm was ripped from his body. He muffled his cry by biting down on Shuuhei's shoulder, he tasted blood, but didn't have the presence of mind to think where it came from. He saw stars, flashes of light on the corners of his vision as his cock pulsed a second time, filling Shuuhei with his essence.

Shuuhei rocked along with Renji as the red head was swept away by his climax. He tightened his arms around Renji's neck and hissed at the pain as the younger man bit into the flesh of his shoulder. He listened to the primal grunts coming from the other's throat as he felt Renji's hot release inside him.

Several minutes passed before Renji's breathing returned to normal. His grip on Shuuhei's hips lessened and he lifted his head to look up at the amazing man above him. Shuuhei's eyes were smiling, and his fingers gently trailed down his cheek. In Renji's weakened state, he felt a wave of emotion swell over him and he let it carry him away. A sudden tightening in his chest made it hard to breath, and he found himself blinking furiously.

"You alright?" Shuuhei asked.

Renji nodded, still unable to speak. He watched Shuuhei climb off his lap, his softening member sliding from the older man's body. When Shuuhei knelt between his legs again, Renji noticed the other man's cock was still hard and seeping.

"Fuck, Shuuhei," Renji's moment of vulnerability was broken when suddenly he felt like shit. "What about you?"

Shuuhei smiled and ran a hand through his hair.

"Lay back and hand me the bottle."

Renji's heart started to hammer in his chest yet again as he collapsed against the pillow. He handed the lotion bottle to Shuuhei and watched as he squeezed another portion into his hand, this time slicking his own member.

"Gods," Renji said. "Are you trying to kill me?"

Shuuhei chuckled and moved between Renji's legs. "No, not intentionally."

Despite his words, Renji spread his legs and lifted his knees. He propped himself on his elbows so he could watch Shuuhei push into him. As the older man put his knees under Renji's legs, he looked up and his face was serious.

"What's wrong?" Renji asked, suddenly afraid.

Shuuhei cupped the side of Renji's face and leaned in close. "I don't think I'm going to be able to go slow."

Oh, that was all. "Don't worry," Renji kissed Shuuhei's furrowed forehead, "I'll be okay. Fuck me as hard as you want."

Shuuhei nearly came right there, but he held his composure and straightened, lining his cock up with Renji's entrance. He put an arm beneath the red head's knee, lifting his leg. He held his breath and slowly pushed in, watching Renji's face for signs of discomfort. The younger man watched back, showing nothing, so Shuuhei pressed further. He shuddered and his eyes slipped closed as he felt himself surrounded by Renji's warmth.

"Oh fuck, Renji," Shuuhei groaned. "You're so tight."

Renji was breathing deeply, still watching Shuuhei's face. "I'm not used to being the bottom."

Shuuhei let out a shaky breath as he slid all the way in. "You don't like it?"

"No, it's not that..." Renji answered. "I like it... it's just... no one tries to top me very often... I guess it's cause I'm tall... or I guess I just radiate masculinity," he grinned evilly.

Shuuhei couldn't believe Renji's other partners hadn't taken advantage of this sweet, velvety heat he now found himself in. Were they crazy? Or just stupid?

He snapped his hips forward, and Renji cried out beneath him.

"But you're so pretty," Shuuhei panted. "There's no way… I could be with you and not do this... Though, I must say… ahhh… getting fucked by you is pretty amazing too…"

Renji looked at him through his lashes. "You have a sweet mouth."

Shuuhei grinned. "I know it," he leaned forward pushing Renji flat on the futon, and pulling the red head's legs around his waist. "Oh, Renji," he whispered, "you feel so fucking good."

Renji closed his eyes and let Shuuhei pound him into euphoria. He lost himself completely, floating in a world where nothing but he and Shuuhei existed. Nothing but them, their bodies, their sweat and smell and breath. He felt his cock fill again and throb shamelessly as Shuuhei's stomach rubbed back and forth against it. He heard himself calling out Shuuhei's name again and again but didn't feel the cries leave his throat. He wrapped his arms around Shuuhei's neck and pressed his face against the pale skin.

As a third orgasm shattered the world around him, he felt as if his soul had been ripped from his body and splashed across his and Shuuhei's stomachs. He vaguely heard strangled cries against his own neck before he felt Shuuhei pulse. Renji relaxed his body, his bones turning to water as he relished the feel of Shuuhei releasing inside him.

As he started to slip into unconsciousness, he felt a hand against his cheek and soft lips pressed against the corner of his mouth. He heard an inaudible murmur and turned towards the sound with an 'hmm?'.

"I said I love you Renji…" came the soft voice.

Renji knew it had been his imagination; wishful thinking, but he breathed in those words and held them as he fell into the blackness and sleep overtook him.

Shuuhei lay there watching Renji sleep, a storm of emotions swirling through him. Was this it? Was Renji finally his? Would he stay with him, or was Shuuhei doomed to another broken heart?

He shook his head and grabbed the sheets. Now was not the time to be thinking such things. He lay back down and put his arms around his love, burrowing his face in the sweet smell of Renji's hair. It didn't matter what tomorrow brought. He had this moment, and he would cherish it for the rest of his life.

With that, he fell asleep, and together Shuuhei and Renji dreamed peacefully.

Until morning came and they were awakened by screams.

TBC