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Pairing/Characters: ShuuheixRenji

Prompt: reunion

Rating: M

Words: 585

Warnings: spoilers, slash, smut between males

"You bastard," Shuuhei snarls, fingers curling tighter in Renji's hair, tugging the blood-bright strands hard enough to force Renji's head back, baring his throat. Each harsh word is punctuated by a surge of Shuuhei's hips as he slams inside Renji, sweat already coating his body in a light film, his breath coming in sharp pants.

Renji growls, his body surging to meet every one of Shuuhei's violent thrusts, his large hands planted against the wall, fingers white-knuckled in their grip. The muscles in his back flex, his skin streaked with sweat, making those damned sexy tattoos ripple and glisten.

"Not my fault," Renji snaps, and he's probably glaring but Shuuhei can't tell. His grip won't allow Renji to turn and face him. Renji can't do anything but bear it, struggling on the cusp of release and begging for more.

Shuuhei's free hand grabs Renji's hip, fingers digging into that tanned flesh, splaying over black tattoos. There will be bruises tomorrow, Shuuhei thinks, but he can't be bothered to care. Certainly Renji isn't putting up a protest.

"It always is," Shuuhei mutters, slamming his hips forward, pain as much as pleasure, his body crying for release as much as his heart is. "Always has been."

Renji snarls, and one amber eye comes into view, lit with rage and other things like worry and relief. "You think you're punishing me? I can't even feel it, Shuu."

"You're a damn masochist," Shuuhei gasps, sucking in a sharp breath as he leans forward, presses against Renji from behind, locks his teeth on his lover's shoulder.

Renji hisses, clenching down on Shuuhei's cock, more aroused than hurt. They've always been like this, violence and sex, as if the two can't be taken alone.

"Then make me feel it," Renji demands, a note of urgency in his voice. "Make me break."

If that is what he wants, then Shuuhei has no problem obliging. He lets go of Renji's hair, lets it flutter down the redhead's back, and puts both hands on Renji's hips. Shuuhei's been dancing on the edge for the past few minutes; it won't take him much longer to fall over. Renji, he knows, is in the same straits.

The bed creaks, mattress squeaks obscenely, and Shuuhei's own breath comes in sharp pants. There are dots sparkling on the edge of his vision, but he doesn't care. All he can see is the fall of crimson hair – like blood, so much like blood – and the stark lines of Renji's tattoos. There's an eclipsing sensation that they are both alive even when a certain redhead is stubborn enough to think he can take on a whole horde of Arrancar and live to tell the tale.

Which Renji did, in fact, do, but that's not the point.

Shuuhei slams his hips forward, hears Renji gasp before the redhead's hand drops down to stroke himself. He's already desperate and it takes only a few strokes before he spills on the bedcovers, Shuuhei following him over a few ragged thrusts later.

Shuuhei slumps, forehead pressing against the middle of Renji's sweaty back and pants, feeling his heart thump like a bass line in his chest. Renji sounds equally exhausted and silence fills the room until Renji speaks.

"I'm sorry."

"No, you're not. You'd do it again if you had the opportunity," Shuuhei mutters, looking up at him.

Renji turns his head and grins, that crooked, fang-bearing grin. "Yeah, I would."

Pairing: Hitsugaya/Gin

Prompt: Coke vs. Pepsi

Words: 446

Rating: T

Warnings: language, kiss between men

"I think Pepsi's better cuz it's sweeter," Gin purrs, holding up his can to the sky and squinting at it.

Toushirou snorts. "You would," he mutters, and looks at his own bright red can. "Coke stays fizzy longer."

Laughing, Gin leans against him, all long, thin limbs and flirty behavior. "Mebbe so, but Pepsi tastes better."

"That's a matter of opinion," Toushirou retorts, and pops open his can with a satisfying noise that echoes on the spring breeze.

"Yep, and my opinion is the right one," Gin says, and leans in, nipping at Toushirou's ear as his other hand swoops down, snagging Toushirou's Coke and quickly replacing it with Gin's Pepsi. "Ye'll like this better, I'll bet."

Toushirou instinctively follows after his stolen Coke, wanting nothing to do with the Pepsi. Gin, however, easily keeps the can out of his reach. Damn the man for having longer arms than him!

"Give it back," he growls, eyes flashing blue fire.

Gin's grinning now – when is he not for that matter? – and he only leans further away. "Nope," he denies cheerfully.

"Gin."

"What am I gonna get in return?" Gin asks, still absurdly cheerful, but his voice a deeper purr now. "There's gotta be equivalent exchange 'nd all that, right?"

"It was mine in the first place!" Toushirou protests, refusing to make another vain grab for the can and look like a bigger idiot.

"Give me a kiss," Gin says, wiggling the can enticingly. "And mebbe I'll consider it."

Toushirou barely keeps from rolling his eyes. Of course, Gin would request such a thing. It's in the man's nature to be as annoying as possible.

"Just one," Toushirou agrees grudgingly. "And then you'll give me back my drink."

Gin's grin widens. "Yer so cute when ya pout," he says and swoops in for a kiss that tastes like the ice cream they've just eaten.

Their tongues tangle and Toushirou suppresses a moan. If there's one thing Gin excels at, it's kissing. He moves their lips together, soft and slow, and a part of Toushirou doesn't even care that it's broad daylight and public and they make for a very odd couple.

Their lips part and Toushirou tries to screw his face into something stern and unmoving. "I am not cute," Toushirou says. "And I am not pouting either."

"Of course ya are," Gin says, and steals Toushirou's lips again, in a kiss steamier than last time.

Toushirou doesn't bother to roll his eyes. He should have known. With Gin, it's never just one kiss.

Pairings/Characters: ShirosakixUrahara

Prompt: Letting the Hollow out to play

Rating: M

Words: 495

Warning: smut between men, language, spoilers, light bondage

Kisuke tugs on his wrists, but they barely raise an inch, bound by the white ribbon usually coiled around Zangetsu's hilt. The token attempt is just for show, however. Kisuke has no desires or intentions to break free. Not with his blood burning in his veins, his heart beating a fierce rhythm, and his cock throbbing in the open air.

He's been stripped naked, arms bound above his head by his lover's sword no less, has a Hollow leering down at him, and Kisuke's never been more aroused in his life.

"Never thought King would let me out ta play," Shirosaki purrs, black-nailed hand planting itself in the middle of Kisuke's chest. The tips of all five fingers drag down lightly, making goosebumps raise in their wake. "Thought I'd hafta make the choice for him." He leans closer, pale skin gleaming in the odd light of Kisuke's bedroom. "Didn't think ya'd make the request."

Kisuke's tongue drags over his lips. "You're a part of Ichigo," he says huskily, raking his gaze over the skin bared for his eyes. "Why wouldn't I be curious?"

Shirosaki laughs, that sexy, raspy laughter that makes Kisuke groan, his insides twisting with arousal. "Curiousity killed th' cat," he taunts, the fingers of his other hand trailing up the inside of Kisuke's thigh, nails pressing down and bringing up reddened lines of irritation. But no blood.

Kisuke strongly suspects that might come later. Oh, he doesn't think Shirosaki will kill him. Or maul him. Or maim him beyond recognition. But he's definitely going to blur the lines between pleasure and pain and Kisuke can't wait.

Shivering, Kisuke arches into Shirosaki's touch, as the Hollow's hand nears his aching groin. "But satisfaction brought him back. Or haven't you heard that part?"

One finger swirls over the leaking head of Kisuke's length, swiping up a pearly drop of precome. Kisuke watches, with bated breath and that yellow gaze burning him, as Shirosaki brings his finger to his lips, lasciviously sliding his tongue over the digit and lapping up the single drop.

The Hollow smacks his lips pointedly and Kisuke tugs at his bindings again, this time out of a desperate urge to touch and be touched in return.

"That's unfair," he says, refusing to call it a whine.

Shirosaki laughs, leaning closer until their lips are mere inches apart, his body radiating heat and power, enough that a person could get intoxicated off it. "Kisuke, Kisuke," he says, the name rolling off his tongue in a way that makes Kisuke flush from head to toe. "Hasn't anyone ever told ya that life ain't fair?"

The shopkeeper arches off the floor, desperate for skin on skin contact. "I've heard it before."

"Good," Shirosaki says, and his fingers slide from Kisuke's thigh to grasp his hip, strong enough that Kisuke's sure there will be bruises. "Cause now I'm bout ta show ya."

a/n: There are plenty more flash fiction to come! I'll try to update sooner!