Unruly Distraction

Breathe

2009-02-16T15:04:50Z

After much plotting (~~since November~~) and a slight writer's block (~~keeps coming back, dammit...~~), it's finally complete!!! <3 <3

Title: Breathe
Summary: Sitting next to him. Breathing in his scent. The slowest drive to insanity… and Ichigo hadn’t a clue. one-sided Urahara/Ichigo One-shot
Fandom: Bleach
Rated K+ No language or even sexual innuendo -gasp!- Just on safe side.
Word Count: 1,715
Disclaimer: Shall never own any character use in this fic.

Breathe

The air.

He didn’t want to breathe it in.

But his lungs were screaming for oxygen.

His heart, his soul, wanted for him to inhale more. Savor it.

So the torture continued.

His scent was everywhere.

The slowest drive to insanity…

Urahara Kisuke, with all his genius, was for once in his life baffled. He had no idea what to do.

No idea when it came to Kurosaki Ichigo.

He had no words when it came to trying to describe how he felt for the redhead.

It wasn’t a crush. It wasn’t infatuation. It wasn’t curiosity- he’d done the ‘experimenting’ years ago in his youth. No, he knew what this was.

Kurosaki was just too tempting…

Whenever Ichigo spoke, Kisuke could see and hear nothing else. Nothing else was in the world…

Urahara was well known a lover of knowledge. It was a curse, really. But now he wanted to know everything there was about this boy. What made him smile, his fears, weaknesses, his taste, desires… everything…

It was becoming more difficult to keep up his typical nonchalance around the substitute shinigami. Gone was his wit when he was in his presence anymore. He realized it was as strained as it sounded to his own ears. He was too distracted by keeping the reign on his leash tight enough to breaking point.

Ichigo was becoming suspicious, quicker and more astute than usual to catch on. These days, when Urahara chanced a glance his way, Ichigo looked like he was having a time holding himself back from knocking off his hat, throwing away his fan, and tackling him to the ground to interrogate him on what the hell was up.

Oh Gods… The rest he could take, anything, but the tackling…

He could see that ending badly.

At least on Ichigo’s part.

He prided himself on his control. His mind had always overridden his desires. But with each time he laid eyes on the redhead, it wore thinner and thinner. Kisuke’s sanity and so-prided control were slipping through his fingers like mere water.

To the point that he’d left Tessai to entertain the teen, Urahara going into hiding to collect himself.

When on earth had it gotten so bad…?

When had his emotions taken the front seat?

The blonde fell back onto the wall with a thud in the dark hallway, leaning against it in a slump as if weak. He reached up to drag off his hat, letting it hang limply at his side. His chest felt so constricted as if he couldn’t breathe. He could cringe from how disgusted he was with himself, for being so weak.

The longing was eating away at his soul.

He didn’t know how much more of this he could take.

Urahara’s gaze went to the ceiling as if it would help him, give him answers. But none was given.

He knew what he wanted. It screamed at him loud and clear every time he saw the strawberry.

To hold Ichigo like each day was his last.

To taste those lips, to see if they tasted as fiery as his spirit.

To bury his nose into that hair and become intoxicated by the scent that was uniquely Ichigo.

To see a kind of smile, so gentle and loving, that was reserved for only him to see.

To hear Ichigo whisper his name. Like a lover.

To lick at the delectable-looking skin on Ichigo’s neck, tasting. To leave marks and have the satisfaction that they showed the world Ichigo belonged to only him.

To make love to the teen for an entire night, over and over, showing just how much Ichigo meant to him. To touch, caress, every inch of his body. To memorize every perfect flaw. To learn what he liked and disliked.

To have Ichigo look at him like nothing else mattered in the world.

To be allowed ravage that body every single time he saw Ichigo’s bankai. The raw power and determination in Ichigo’s eyes every time they sparred took Urahara’s breath away. And the shihakusho that flattered every curve, every muscle, every inch of skin, never helped matters, either. Made his body burn. Made him want to scream. To make Ichigo scream.

For Ichigo to just-… So they could be-…

Breathe, Kisuke…

But they couldn’t.

If the arrancar or any of their enemies found out, they’d devise a way to use it against them.

If Isshin found out, he’d have his blonde head on a silver platter.

They were both guys. There was the chance Ichigo had a fraction of normality and was straight.

Even if he pursued him, like he so wanted, there was the chance of being turned down and denied. Then the tension would come, the awkwardness. Urahara could do without all that. He’d rather have this suffering than that one.

And Ichigo was only 16. That’s what grated on him the most. He had so much life ahead of him. He didn’t need to be tied down so soon, and with such an older man. Kisuke had morals, actually, and he wouldn’t allow himself to indulge and go after the teen.

Even if it was slowly killing him.

He closed his eyes, taking a calming breath. He’d get through this- had to.

Now he was torn between running back to Ichigo’s side and be near him, or stay frozen like a hiding mouse and coward.

Always the decision…

Days passed on. Urahara never said a word about it, never hinting. Days he didn’t see Ichigo were as tormenting as the ones he did. A never ending ache, with only one out-of-reach way to sate it.

The fantasies he had every night didn’t hold a candle toward helping him.

So fast forward to when Urahara hadn’t seen Ichigo in two days. Two very long days. Not to spar or train, not to have a calm cup of tea. Nothing.

The ex-taicho stood on the porch of his shouten, enjoying the gentle breeze of the lovely day. He tried not to think about it, but was confident his favorite redhead would come over this day. A random tune was hummed as he waited, one that reflected his light mood. His hat was in no way askew, the shadows not hiding his eyes, and his fan was tucked neatly into the folds of his samue. In hands was the cane that hid his zanpakuto, keeping him from fidgeting. His body hummed like it was on a sugar-buzz, racing with energy to burn.

It’d been too long since he’d seen Kurosaki. He needed his fix….

Kisuke mentally laughed at himself. Now he was talking about the redhead being the equivalent of a drug. How comical, really…

And there he was, Ichigo coming into view, yards away. Hands were in the pockets of his hip-hugging jeans, his expression in the form of his usual scowl.

The faintest of smile crept onto the blonde’s lips.

But then Abarai came jogging up to Ichigo, catching up. His smirk was evident, wide, amused.

Kisuke’s happiness faltered. What was Abarai doing with-?

The crimson-haired lieutenant caught the strawberry’s hand, in one quick yank pulling Ichigo to a stop and spinning him to face each other. The teen didn’t flinch or fight it, merely directing his scowl onto his comrade.

The action had been too…. intimate… It put Urahara on edge.

He wasn’t about to admit to anyone or even himself that he’d stopped breathing.

They were talking, their words too quiet to reach Kisuke’s ears. Abarai still had hold of Kurosaki’s hand. The substitute shinigami began to blush, his expression softening. He averted Abarai’s gaze as he spoke back.

Abarai tipped Ichigo’s head up gently. The blushing got darker, dark as a strawberry itself.

Urahara’s eyes widened, frozen in time during the few seconds Abarai leaned in and placed a sweet kiss on the soft lips before him. Ichigo relaxed into it, accepting it completely before backing off, fully intent on his apparently original mission of going to the shouten.

The ex-taicho was stunned.

Complete… utter defeat.

His heart felt like it’d disintegrated in that second, into a pile of the tiniest grains of sand on the floor ready to be blown over by the wind.

Candy-apple eyes were still wide from shock; Kisuke was fully aware they were approaching, but he couldn’t manage to wipe the horrified expression off his face (couldn’t imagine what it looked like…), couldn’t move, couldn’t get the air his lungs were begging for-

No. His control crashed back into him, allowing Urahara to at least hide his heartbreak. His hand reached up, shaking, to pull the rim of his hat down, covering his dazed eyes. Same hand then reached into his green samue, bringing out his fan and quickly jerking it open to cover the rest of his face. All before Ichigo was close enough to really get a look at him.

Ichigo didn’t need to see… Didn’t need to know, now more that ever…

“Good morning, Hat-n-Clogs,” the strawberry greeted as he stepped onto the porch.

Kisuke dared not to attempt to choke out a reply.

Kurosaki -thankfully- didn’t linger, not waiting for an invitation inside. Abarai came up behind him, nodding at the shouten owner. “Hey.”

He couldn’t nod back or acknowledge him in any way.

Urahara made sure to keep hidden until both guests were undoubtedly inside. The hand holding the fan fell, fan itself nearly slipping from his fingers. He suddenly felt very weak, heart heavy.

His stormy gaze traveled up to the sky, the innocent, perfect sky, the epitome of clarity.

If only…

Heh. He could name all the ‘if only’s in the world and combine them, the excuse still wouldn’t be good enough.

Maybe it was for the best…?

… No… He knew it would be impossible to trick himself into truly believing that. Not for a while.

Urahara concentrated on taking a deep breath for his poor, oxygen-deprived body.

The faintest whiff of Ichigo’s scent, from when he’d passed by…

… He was trying not to think of Abarai at the moment…

‘Let no one who loves be unhappy, even love unreturned has its rainbow.’ …The quote popped into his head, but he couldn’t recall where he’d heard it. It was fitting…

But where was his rainbow?

END

The quote © James M. Barrie. … I love the internet. XD

My first Ura/Ichi, and I haven’t written angst in quite a while. Turned out alright???? -is hopeful- And I had such a time trying to not make it sappy and make it something Urahara would really say/think- anyone else have that problem? ><;;;

Much love for my readers! <3 =^-^=

Of Final Fantasy VII, Kingdom Hearts, and- ... Bleach?

2009-01-09T14:40:20Z

Spoilers for above titles, FYI.

As I play Crisis Core and further along in the story (I damn missions. Period. XP), I thinks it's undeniably obvious that Zack and Aeris make a cute/adorable couple. Period. Zack shouldn't be paired with anyone else the series due to he just simply is perfect with her.

And this is uber rare for me to say such, seeing as I am an uber yaoi lover to the point I worry about it. XD

But at the same time (the yaoi lover kicking in...), I find myself plotting an incredibly hot but tad bit OOC Zack/Cloud that occurs in Nibelheim between the times of Cloud getting injured at the reactor and meeting Sephiroth in the basement. ... i don't think I'll be writing it, though.

And I call her Aeris because, well, that is her name. I have no idea why Squeenix/Disney changed her name to 'Aerith' for Kingdome Hearts, but it stuck around for Crisis Core, which only pissed me off more. Play the original FF7- her name is Aeris. So that is what i shall forever call her. XP Edit: yeah... namelesswalker corrected me a while later after posting this. Ignore this bit. Her name is Aerith; FF7 had a "lost in translation" moment and named her Aeris. XP

Otherwise, I'm happy with how Crisis Core kept very with what's in FF7. I was impressed. Tp the point whenever I'd see something that was in FF7 or Advent Children, I'd go into squealie fangirl mode. ><. (Like I fangirled when Zack found the "sleeping man". X3 haha.)

In light of Crisis Core, I have remembered something, thus making me confundled: in FF7, Sephiroth is #1, and Zack is #2. It's their tattoos, remember?? But Genesis and Angeal came before Zack, and there's no mentions of said tattoos in Crisis Core. Just a thought. (It's brought ot my attention because I wrote a fic before Advent Children or Crisis Core were released, and I had a OC as the #3. Now it seems completely off.) (So wouldn't that make Zack #4...?? @-@)

Now to Kingdom Hearts. (Must note that much of this is brought to light by namelesswalker.Just repeating her amazing thoughts. XDD <3)

... Sephiroth + Cloud = Riku. ... Think about it! Riku's not their "love-child", no. They hate each other. No, Riku is their "emo/angst-child". Combine Sephiroth's angst/looks and Cloud's uber emo/angst, and we have a Riku!!! ... In KH2, after Sora beats Seph and then Cloud and Seph fight, when they disappear- no no, they've combined and thus Riku is born.

... >.> Oh wait. ... No. Riku is introduced before that. Drat. back to plot board. XD

And here's namelesswalker's theory- Sephiroth's parents are Lucretia/Lucrecia(however you spell it. ><'''') and Vincent. Nope, Hojo's not his father. (XP) No, Hojo's child with Jenova is... Vexen. lol. Compare Vexen with Sephiroth!! Vexen is a whacked-out scientist (take after daddy much? lol), and he's the fugly verion of our dear Sexyroth. He's the Anti-Sexyroth!!! (... damn Sora's anti-form.... XPPP)

And I DO hate to break it to Riku/Sora haters... but they Totally need to make out/date/fuck. It's practically canon throughout the whole series. Just admit to it and deal. ... Though they need to be a taaad bit older in the series before I really hunt for it. ><

... But, alas... I have indeed plotted a Riku/Sora smut... As well as a Leon/Sora/Cloud! X3 I swore I'd never EVER write either one, so I haven't. I told my "brother" about the mentioned threesome, and he screamed and said that I shouldn't dare write it coz he's lost respect for Sora as is. (He swears the KH mangas run Sora's image through the dirt, they're so terrible. XD)

And watching the pretty cutscenes from the newly redone Chain of Memories (-drool-) make me wanna go back and completely rewrite my Axel/Roxas yaoi from ages ago to make it as amazing as it should be. Coz I <3 Axel and he deserves only the best. lol

And apparently, Tetsuya Nomura based Axel on Reno, wanting to put him in a different situation/setting. ... So folks, Axel IS NOT Riku's Nobody (as I've always believed.)(Like Vincent IS NOT a vampire, and only is in fanfiction.)... So Axel/Reno would be taking masturbation to a whole different level, huh? X3

Ohhhhh.... Marluxia ahould have a grand battle with Byakuya. wouldn't it be interesting to watch? All these sakura petals flying about as they glare death at each other... but they're all pink, so the petals would get confused like 'whose side am I???', so they'd give up and just swirl around looking pretty like 'lalalala.... wheeeeee'... leaving Byakuya and Marluxia to continue glaring, not knowing WTF to do. LOL

Not gonna lie... Throughout the entire time I played Chain of Memories on the GBA... Totally thought and would've sworn up and down Marluxia was a chic. Didn't figure out she was a he until the very end of the game when I was about to fight him.

.... Axel/Renji/Reno? ... O.o OMG -faint-

... Is Ichigo Seph/Cloud's adopted son...???? hmmmm... xDDD

Lessons of Kakashi

2009-01-07T18:51:21Z

Here's another fic that was written ages ago!! Thou this one was never posted anywhere, so it's been one of my unreleased treasures I've kept in hiding until I found it again. XD So here's for your humor-reading pleasure!!

Title: Lessons of Kakashi
Rating: K+/PG
Genre: Humor
Word Count: 2,280
Fandom: Naruto
Summary: Kakashi's teachings on the disorders of Squad 7.

Disclaimer: Shall never own any character used here in this fic. ... -pout-

Lessons of Kakashi

Background time! Everyone, including a hoard of fangirls, has infiltrated the Uchiha residence, pretty much to party and piss Sasuke off. By everyone, I mean everyone.

“Hello, readers,” the Sharingan Warrior calmly greeted. “I can’t believe you’re actually going to read this. Maybe it’s because you’ve a fondness for one or two of the people running around here like wild, undomesticated baboons.” His visible eye closed as he sighed. “I fear that I’m the only sane one here.”

There was a crash in the kitchen behind him, making him sigh again. Sakura screamed, there was the sound of metal hitting a cabinet, and Sasuke following the sound with “Fire Style- Fireball Jutsu!” More screaming filled the house.

The silver-haired jounin opened his eye and cleared his throat, obviously ignoring the chaos around him. “Being the only one here calm and not hyped up on that foul thing called Pixie Stix, I have taken it upon me to identify the… disorders unique to my squad. I will also diagnose a treatment for said disorders. I’m sure you’ll find me to be very accurate, as well as enlightening. Now, for lesson one-“

“I’M GONNA GET YOU, SASUKE!” Naruto yelled, running in a full sprint at said Uchiha heir. He went to run right in front of Kakashi, but his sensei easily caught the back of the collar of his favorite jacket to pull him to a stop. He was instantly unequipped of his frying pan, and the stash of Pixie Stix was taken out of his pocket just as quickly. His head whipped around to glare intensely.

“- we will start with the most obvious basketcase here, everyone’s favorite hyperactive, knucklehead ninja, Naruto,” said Kakashi like he hadn’t been interrupted at all. The objects that were taken from the blonde were casually tossed back to the couch.

“I AM NOT A BASKETCASE!” Naruto continued to yell.

Kakashi still had a hold of his jacket to keep him in place. “Calm down, Naruto, and stop yelling.” Just out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Sasuke on the stairs with his tongue out and a finger pulling down the lower lid of his right eye. “And stop provoking him, Sasuke.”

“Yeah, Sasuke,” said Naruto. He pulled away from Kakashi’s grasp and smirked at said teammate. “And you shouldn’t stick your tongue out unless you plan to put it to good use.”

Sasuke’s tongue instantly disappeared. He reverted to his usual cold glare before darting upstairs.

Naruto grinned in triumph before turning to his sensei. “So what do you want Kaka-huh?”

Kakashi slipped something over the blonde’s head to make him stop. It was a simple piece of rope connected to a large piece of cardboard as big as the preteen’s torso. In big, bold, black letters, the sign read, ‘OCD & ADHD’.

“I think Naruto here as obsessive-compulsive disorder and attention deficit hyperactive disorder,” the jounin officially said, hand on Naruto’s left shoulder. “The OCD explains why he constantly says ‘Believe it!’ to the point where everyone in the vicinity suddenly gets the urge to stab their jugular with a kunai. It also explains his constant announcing that he’s going to be the next hokage… Believe it.”

Naruto looked down at the sign hanging on him. “But sensei, I-!”

“And the ADHD…” Kakashi continued, “Well… that’s self-explanatory.”

“I don’t have either of those, sensei!”

Kakashi reached for the pouch attached to his lower back. “And now, for treatment-…” In a flash, he pulled Naruto against his body and held him there, prying his mouth open. Before the preteen could squirm or yell, a large pill bottle was emptied into his mouth. The bottle had a large label, as if it was for the hard of seeing. In the same block letters as the ones on the sign, the label read ‘RITALIN’. The jounin pulled a tall glass of cold water out of nowhere and poured it directly after the pills to wash it all down.

“You see,” said Kakashi as his student forcefully swallowed it all and had a coughing fit, “only one pill fixes the problem temporarily. So, if more than one pill is taken at one time, it would fix the problem for much longer.” He reached back for the frying pan and pixie stix that he’d confiscated and handed them to Naruto. “Here you go, Naruto. Run off and play.”

Cerulean blinked, clearly dazed after what had just happened. His eyes silently fell to the frying pan. The sight of it triggered his memory. “Sasuke!” he yelled, stuffing his candy back into his pocket. He ran upstairs.

A single eye stared after him. “… Maybe once the meds kick in, it’ll cure his one-track mind…” he said thoughtfully. “Oh well.” He pulled out his favorite book and flipped it open to the page he was last on. “We’ll just wait for our next lesson to come along…”

He didn’t have to wait long. More banging due to the frying pan was easily heard. Girls screamed their anger. Iruka’s yelling above everything else, “Watch where you’re swinging that thing!” A groan of utmost pain followed, making the girls scream again. “YOU BETTER HOPE HE CAN STILL HAVE CHILDREN, NARUTO!” Said person’s laugh of triumph sounded, but it was instantly stopped.

Sakura came running down the stairs. She stopped after she got off the last step, putting her hands on her knees and panted like she’d just run for miles. “It’s just… too insane up there…” she huffed. “Poor Sasuke…” she added in a whine.

Kakashi closed his book. “Sakura, could you come here for a second?” he asked kindly.

The kunoichi stood and calmed her breathing. “Yeah, sure. What is it, Kakashi-sensei?” She walked over to him.

He put a hand on her shoulder like he’d done with Naruto. “Lesson two is the smartest kunoichi around, Sakura.” She beamed at his compliment. “She is very intelligent, remembering everything that’s taught to her, perfect chakra control, strong in her own way… But she has one single flaw.” Her grin dropped, now looking offended. “Sakura here has ‘Sasukeitis’, which is extremely similar, almost alike, to OCD.” His eye closed. “I am sad to say that most girls at this age have it, so I deduct that it’s extremely contagious.”

“What are you rambling on about?” Sakura cut in. “There’s no such thing as-!”

A sign built like Naruto’s was put over her head to hang off her neck. This one said ‘SASUKEITIS’. Teal glared at her sensei as he reached for his pouch. “I’ve done some research,” he said, ”and have found that there is no cure. Well, there is a cure, but I don’t think Sasuke would be too happy being dead. However-“ He revealed that he’d pulled out a well-made Sasuke plushie. “I think this is a temporary one…”

“Aww…” said Sakura, heart obviously melting at the cute form of her crush. “He’s so-!”

He could’ve been anything, for before she could finish her sentence, Kakashi jammed the plushie into her mouth. “Now you can say that you’ve at least tasted him,” he told her, “brag about that to everyone.” He reverted back to talking professional-like again. “If the plushie ever falls out or loses its taste, hopefully its cuteness will be so mesmerizing, she’ll keep away from the real Sasuke. I plan on patenting this treatment; it doesn’t really cure the disorder, but at least it’ll relieve Sasuke of some of his fangirls.”

Sakura cast a last glare at him, still with a mouthful of Sasuke, and went back upstairs.

The jounin looked around for a potential new lesson. Mostly everyone was upstairs, chaos and disorder still easily heard. Lee seemed to have popped out of nowhere, though. He was sitting on the floor and a few feet away from the T.V. as he played a random game on the PS2.

“If I do not beat this video game,” he announced, “I shall repeatedly beat myself over the head with a blunt object for twenty minutes straight!”

He cast the genin a queer look, wondering what the hell Guy was filling his head with nowadays. Sighing the thought off, he pulled the book out again and started to read.

Not even a paragraph in, Sasuke came back downstairs. It looked like the kick he’d gotten from the candy powder was short, for his expression hinted that he was in his usual mood. Teacher and student noticed each other; Kakashi again put his book away and suppressed a smirk as the Uchiha heir approached him.

Female squealing filled the house, making Sasuke freeze. Loud thuds coming from the ceiling, quickly getting closer to the top of the stairs. Sasuke’s moody expression was instantly replaced with terror. “Hide me!” he semi-whispered, darting behind Kakashi like his life was in danger.

“HAHAHA! I WIN! I GOT IT, I GOT IT!!!”

Kakashi felt Sasuke get closer to his back as a stampede of random fangirls ran downstairs after Naruto. He was holding something in the air, but ran by too fast to recognize what it was. The horde of girls apparently knew, racing after him with murderous gleams in their eyes. Some were squealing still, others screaming, as they chased the blonde throughout the first floor. Ino was the first person in the mob, leading them around.

Lee paused the game and looked back to see what the pandemonium was about. “Hello, ladies!” he said. “What’re you chasing after Naruto for now?”

Ino was the most murderous of them all. She was hot on Naruto’s heels as he jumped the couch with a grin. “He has a cup Sasuke backwashed in!” she revealed. More squealing and screaming confirmed this.

The silver-haired jounin chuckled as they raced back upstairs. More thuds, and a crash that most likely meant the knucklehead had been caught. Sasuke came out of hiding with a sigh. Kakashi was pleased to see that Sakura hadn’t been part of the mob.

“Moving on to lesson three, we have Sasuke,” he said as if nothing had just happened. Said person cocked an eyebrow. “His symptoms are constant bad attitude, condescending tone to everyone, and periods of times where he goes into silent thought. What he is goes by several different names, but in the language that people use today, it’s called emo.”

Sasuke folded his arms. “Your point…?”

“We’re going to make you less… unpleasant, maybe even more appealing to your overly large emo-loving fanbase.” Out of nowhere, Kakashi pulled out a long stick. It was the length of a meter stick and no wider than a ping-pong ball. Its bark was a rich dark brown, and was relatively straight save for a few kinks. He looked at it fondly, Sasuke’s stare skeptical.

Iruka slowly came downstairs, making all attention go to him. In his arms was Naruto, lightly snoring and with the frying pan again in his hand.

“Was it the girls?” Kakashi asked.

The chuunin strolled over and laid the blonde on the couch. “No, it was the medicine you gave him. It didn’t take very long to kick in, though… How much did you give him?”

Kakashi’s visible eye closed as he smiled. “Borderline overdose.”

Iruka chuckled, obviously thinking that he was kidding. “All right.” He headed for the stairs. “I’ll try to keep things somewhat orderly up here. See you.” A light snore again erupted from Naruto as the brunette went back upstairs.

Attention again went to the stick in Kakashi’s hand. “So anyway,” he went on, “like Sasukeitis, there isn’t really a cure for emo-ness.” Sasuke cocked an eyebrow and had a ‘WTF?’ expression at the mention of ‘Sasukeitis’. “All I can do is demonstrate what his behavior is like, and hopefully he’ll learn a lesson from it.”

Kakashi pulled on the preteen’s arm to bring him closer. Sasuke attempted to pull away, now semi-afraid of what his sensei could do with that stick. “Wha- what’re you doing?!”

“The moral of lesson three-“ said Kakashi, steadying a now squirming Uchiha. He turned his pupil around. “-is that Sasuke, you act like you have a stick constantly shoved up your ass. So-!”

“OWWWWWWWW!!!!!”

The stampede of fangirls was the first to answer Sasuke’s scream. It took only second for everyone in the house to be on the first floor to see what was going on. Naruto asleep on the couch- odd that he wasn’t being the loudest and center of attention, but normal. Kakashi chuckling- mildly frightening. Sasuke-

“SASUKE-SAMA?!?!” screamed the fangirls.

Said person was cowering in the corner farthest away from the Sharingan Warrior, looking over his left shoulder and glaring at him. The glare wasn’t very menacing, since tears were like waterfalls coming from his eyes. The stick that had previously been in Kakashi’s hand was still sticking out a few feet from his rear end.

“Everyone,” Kakashi announced. “I give to you…” He held his arm up toward Sasuke, gesturing for attention to go to him. “Sasuke on a stick!”

Everyone’s expressions were of shock. Girls were sobbing at their god’s apparent pain and discomfort. Iruka’s dropped jaw was directed more toward Kakashi for doing such a thing. Lee didn’t seem to care and unpaused his game to continue playing. Naruto snored.

Sakura stared at her love from the middle of the staircase, her expression passive. It was like she’d adopted Lee’s reaction to it by not caring. The sign was still hanging off her neck, but the plushie was firmly gripped in her right hand. She brought it up to face level to study it, then glance at ‘Sasuke on a stick’. Once thinking for a moment, she pulled a used popsicle stick out of nowhere and shoved it up where the actual Sasuke’s stick was. She held the plushie by its new stick and grinned.

END
(Written 10-2-06)

All right. History time! Long long ago- in 2006, as you can see- i had been plotting a Naruto humor fic, but alas, I lost inspiration for it. The only thing that came out of it was one of the three side chapters I had planned for it- coz Kakashi was gonna "diagnose" more than just squad 7. lol Sadface I lost it, but ah well- I still have this. X3

Right. Soooo.... I hope you enjoyed it, and comments are always appreciated!! <3 <3

Countdown

2009-01-01T16:35:50Z

Posted a day later than I wanted to- ah well. It's New Year's, it's a New Year's fic. So it's cool. ><'''

Title: Countdown
Author: Jigoku Hikari
Rated: T for language and sexual innuendo
Fandom: Bleach
Pairings: Shuuhei/Renji, Urahara/Ichigo, numerous others
Warnings: ... slightly brain breaking.
Summary: Urahara lovingly reminds everyone at his New Year’s party of the tradition of kissing someone they love at midnight.

Countdown

11:53

A couch had been brought to the Urahara Shouten that afternoon, due to the sheer number of people the owner knew were going to make an appearance at his New Year’s Eve party. It was a simple fluffy one, a light creamy beige, nothing fancy - just someplace for people to sit.

Shuuhei had no wish to ask the eccentric store owner where he got it. He was just happy it was there and available.

It was set against a wall, near the table many of the guests were crowded around. The tattooed lieutenant was quite comfortable, sitting on this couch, bottle of sake in hand (Fuck doing shots, he took the whole bottle). He was away from the crowd, but still close enough to observe. To know and watch everything that went on.

Even if he was a bit tipsy, he could still pay attention.

… for the most part.

11:54

He knew it was steadily getting closer to midnight. More alcohol was downed. Talk got louder. There was more of an interest in the time.

Dark eyes fell to those sited on the floor, those on the cushions around the large square table. Urahara was his usual happy self, serving his friends sake. Ichigo was at his side, engaged in the conversation at the table, making sure there was a space between him and the kooky ex-captain.

On the other side, to Ichigo’s left, it was Ishida and Inoue. Inoue hadn’t had that much, but the Quincy was smashed out of his mind. Even sitting he was swaying. He was no doubt soon to either barf or pass out. Whichever came first.

At the corner near them, Ikkaku and Iba had their own bottle and were downing shots, having their usual drinking battle. Their voices were obnoxious, in their own world, loud, goading the other- Shuuhei couldn’t tell who was “winning”.

Across from Urahara and Ichigo were Sado, Rukia, and Hanataro. All three had definitely been drinking- he’d been watching- but none seemed to be showing signs of drunkenness like everyone else. … They must hold their liquor better.

And to Urahara’s right were Captain Hitsugaya and his lieutenant, Rangiku. The voluptuous woman was louder with every shot she took, her captain paying attention to the idle talk but drank in silence.

Shuuhei admitted that he once had a crush on Rangiku…

Many others were elsewhere. Byakuya and Kenpachi were seen near a doorway, conversing about who-knows-what. He’d spied several children- Ichigo’s sisters, Yachiru, Ururu and Jinta. Probably raiding the kitchen, he pondered. He’d seen the hollow child, Nel, and her two lackeys, most likely trying to find Ichigo. Shuuhei nodded to himself- yes, definitely. (Idiots.)

Hell, he’d even glimpsed Grimmjow prowling about. The raven-haired shinigami wasn’t asking who invited him or how he had yet to not be killed for merely being there. And he even had yet to run his mouth and piss someone off. Odd…

And he swore he’d seen Yoruichi and Soi Fon once or twice… He also wasn’t about to ask where they’d disappeared to.

11:55
Shuuhei watched Kira plop down into a cushiony love-seat across the room from where he himself was sitting. (Wasn’t asking where that had come from, as well…) The pretty blonde lieutenant looked a bit worn out, sighing. Probably wanting to chill a minute from the party. Shuuhei made sure to keep a friendly eye on him.

He caught from the corner of his eye Hanataro crawling his way to Ishida for a chat. He couldn’t imagine what that conversation would be…

No… Wait… Yeah. Hanataro was smashed, too. Great.

He was glad he couldn't hear them…

11:56

Rangiku yelled for more sake. Hitsugaya calmly told Urahara he would freeze his entire storage of alcohol if he gave her anymore.

Urahara’s a smart man…

Yumichika swayed into the room and sat himself between Ikkaku and Iba, putting their “battle” on hold and bringing attention onto him. He was like Shuuhei and sipping from a whole bottle. He seemed to be buzzed, but not really smashed… maybe…

Ishida was too tipsy to form words, Hanataro laughing at him.

Grimmjow finally stalked into the room- where had he been hiding before? He was still unusually quiet, putting Shuuhei on edge. Keeping an eye on him, for if he put a single toe out of line…

Well, he’d at least attempt to fight. No promises how good his technique would be.

11:57

Urahara gleefully announced the time. He also gleefully reminded everyone about the tradition of bringing in the New Year by kissing someone they like/love at midnight.

… Throw it in Shuuhei’s face, why don’t he?

He sighed discontently, gulping down more sake and relishing the burn. The one he wanted to kiss hadn’t been seen for at least half an hour.

His attention went to Kenpachi, intently watching him take a seat right next to Kira. That thought scared him…

He slightly feared for Kira… just a little…

Hanataro caught his attention, getting to his feet. His stagger to the kitchen made it obvious he’d had too much. Hopefully he wasn’t getting more…?

A faint color was across Ichigo’s face, across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. He had a nice buzz going, but was till keen on keeping some distance between he and Urahara. Shuuhei smirked, knowing it wasn’t going to last.

11:58

Nel came into the room, her sight instantly landing on her target. She screamed Ichigo’s name, practically tackling him, making him try to keep from knocking into his lover. She then started speaking; Shuuhei winced, it being an utter annoyance in his fuzzy head. He couldn’t even make out what she was saying, it was all unintelligible; he kept down the urge to go over and strangle her.

Ichigo looked like he was having the same line of thought.

Yumichika managed to have Ikkaku’s full attention, thus shunning Iba out and away from his lover. Shuuhei grinned- Kaku was totally Yumi’s bitch, through and through. It left Iba to huff and raise to his feet, going over to strike a conversation with Byakuya.

Didn’t last long, though.

Shuuhei was brought out of his observing by a streak of black crossing in front of him to only sit down right next to him. His sight followed the body, eventually focusing on who it was.

His favorite crimson-haired, maroon-eyed, Zabimaru-wielding, heavily tattooed, walking sex fantasy.

And he seemed to be just as drunk as Shuuhei was.

Oh goodie.

“Some party. Having fun watching everyone?” said Renji. His voice was strong, the faint slur nearly undetectable had Shuuhei not know he’d been drinking.

“Oh yeah, loads.”

He made sure to down the rest of his bottle of sake.

11:59

Grimmjow had finally sat down, next to Inoue. She greeted him sweetly, like he was any one of her friends. And the expression he gave her back was quite the curious one…

Urahara again announced the time. He grinned broadly, reminding all to “share their kisses…!”

Ichigo moved another inch away. Nel, in his lap, asked why he’d moved. He didn’t answer her.

Dondochakka and Pesche finally appeared. (Shuuhei had to do a double take- where the fuck did they come from?) Once prying Nel off Ichigo, they managed to drag the screaming, crying child out of the Shouten (to everyone’s unspoken relief.)

People filed out of the kitchen and hallway, readying for the big event. Yachiru was chasing Yuzu around playfully. Jinta and Karin were a little too close, to the point it would have pissed off Ichigo had he not been so focused on Urahara and thus oblivious to it. Even Yoruichi and Soi Fon came out of their hole, hand in hand.

Hanataro came out last, holding up a yellow can of Pam© cooking spray. “Can this work as lube?!” he asked the entire room.

… Definitely drunk off his ass. No doubt now.

10… 9… 8…

“Jeez, midnight already? Where’s the time gone?” Renji asked, really to no one.

Shuuhei could’ve whimpered from nervousness. “It’s definitely gone quickly.”

5… 4… 3…

His mind was in overdrive- how was he gonna pull this off and not be hit/hated???

“Renji…” He turned more toward the redhead.

2… 1…

“HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!”

The screaming, the cheers, the party favors going off, the silly string being squirted by the kids. Shuuhei heard none of it.

He had no care that it was 2009.

Renji had grabbed hold of the fabric stretching across his chest, the tight black T-shirt he’d put on his gigai. The redhead jerked him forward to crash their lips together in an awkward kiss.

Mouths opened, gladly complying with a casual tangling of tongues. Renji was leaning into him, demanding. It was far from coordinated, seeing as both had had far too much sake, and it was too sloppy for Shuuhei’s tastes. Teeth clacked, and they couldn’t seem to get a rhythm. But even though it was probably the worst kiss he’d ever had, he’d never been so turned on in his life.

Shuuhei groaned into it, right hand tangling into Renji’s ponytail. He felt Renji shift, straddling his thighs. The sensation was too much, the brunette pulling back to gasp for air. There were now two fists holding his shirt like a lifeline, lips trailing down his jawline to his neck. His tension was then put to the edge as Renji ground their hips together, sending a delicious friction to his already growing hard-on. He couldn’t help but moan from it.

“Gods, Renji…” he breathed, panting. His hands came to have a death grip on the redhead’s hips to stop his movements. “We need to go someplace else before I jump you.”

“’Kay,” he whispered just as quietly. The younger lieutenant went to get off Shuuhei’s lap, getting unsteadily to his feet. “Be right back.”

Shuuhei had a fraction of sanity back once Renji had gotten up. He watched his soon-to-be lover cross the room and disappear down a hallway. A calming sigh escaped from him, an attempt to calm his body, his hormones, down. Finding it didn’t work whatsoever, he took to observing again to hopefully distract him.

And the first thing he saw was the sight of Kira totally making out with Kenpachi.

… Yep. That officially broke his brain.

He needed that image unlasered from his retinas. He frantically looked away- please, something better!! Sado and Rukia were still tenderly kissing- that made sense. No more mind-damage. Ikkaku and Yumichika making out- totally saw it coming. Ishida and Hanataro were still giggling about the Pam©, ignoring the lovey-dovey shit around them.

Shuuhei did chuckle, though: Ichigo was as pink as the fruit he was christened after. He was obviously very aware of the hungry unwavering stare Urahara had, his lustful eyes promising many wicked things once everyone was gone. Ichigo was failing miserably at ignoring it.

Byakuya was in a shadowed corner, away from everyone. His glare said a thousand deaths would be awarded to anyone who dared come close to try and kiss him.

And- haha. He hadn’t noticed that Rangiku had had Hitsugaya in her clutches until he finally broke away for air, gasping heavily, trying to crawl away, if only she wasn’t holding his ankle-

“Aww, come on, Captain… I haven’t showed you anything yet….” Rangiku said merrily.

… He wasn’t sure if he should feel sorry for the captain or not…

… Yeah….

… Hm! It looked as if Jinta had snuck a kiss with Karin. Good thing Ichigo was too focused on his lover to realize.

And- Woah! Grimmjow and Inoue?!? His mind sputtered, trying to wrap around this information. Oh, more brain breaking… She was blushing profusely as he had an arm around her, his lips close to her ear as he whispered probably unmentionable things.

Shuuhei shivered at the thought of the Espada touching sweet Inoue. But if that was what she was into… He shivered again.

Just where the hell did Renji go?

The shoji slammed open, bringing his attention to it. He recognized her as a friend of Ichigo and Inoue, vaguely remembering she had a black belt in karate or something.

She instantly saw Grimmjow and Inoue, how intimate they were being. “Orihime!!!” she yelled, going into her protective mode. Probably thinking that Inoue was being forced against her will. Tatsuki’s glare and accusing point was directed at Grimmjow as she hurried toward him. “You better keep your fucking filthy hands-!”

A mere human wanting to take on an Espada? … And that was Shuuhei’s cue to leave.

He crossed the room, set on finding Renji and getting out of there as quickly as possible. (Oh crap, it sounded like Yachiru had blasted Tatsuki with silly string. He was not turning around to look…) To his right against the wall, he glimpsed Yoruichi and Soi Fon thoroughly connected together. Yoruichi was holding her lover up, legs wrapped tightly around her waist, their kiss passionate, ignoring the world around them as they practically were about to fuck in front of everyone.

Had they no shame…?

Nope. He was gonna just keep walking.

Shuuhei was just about to enter the hallway when Renji emerged. He had to keep himself from groaning, his desire for the redhead instantly rushing back. Renji had taken his red hair out of its normal ponytail, allowing it to be a sensual curtain of crimson about his shoulders. The bandanna was discarded, showing off the usually hidden tattoos on his forehead. He’d changed out of his shinigami clothes, switching them for a red graphic T-shirt as tight-fitting as his own and a pair of jeans. His hands were in his pockets, unaware of how much his change had turned Shuuhei on.

He had half a mind to pull a Yoruichi and Soi Fon and just use the wall.

“I have a question…” he said quietly, eyes still lingering.

“What’s that?” said Renji, taking a step closer.

“Seme or uke?”

Renji smirked, coming up to stand only a few inches away. He touched Shuuhei’s cheek, bringing his attention to look him in the eyes. The redhead then said so quietly, just so only Shuuhei could hear, “Whatever. You. Want.”

… This was a good kind of brain breaking.

He grabbed Renji’s hand with intention to lead him through the Shouten to the exit. “We gotta go.” Before he really did make like Yoruichi/Soi Fon.

Grimmjow and Ichigo were in the corner Byakuya has previously occupied, the Espada ranting loudly and pointing over at Tatsuki. Said girl (who still had a few random bits of purple and yellow stuck in her hair) was sitting where Grimmjow had been, holding Inoue like she’d been raped or something. From the sound of it, Ichigo was trying to convince him to not kill his girlfriend’s best friend.

There was epic running, hearing the loud hurried thuds of feet on the wooden floor. Shuuhei and Renji managed to step out of the way, Yachiru darting past with Jinta close behind. Upon further watching, they’d run up to the lesbian make-out fiends equipped with unused cans of silly string and let it loose on them. The surprise attack caught them both completely off guard, Yoruichi actually dropping Soi Fon to have her fall on her ass.

Soi Fon was Not a happy camper.

Chuckling to themselves, Shuuhei and Renji ignored the fact that Ishida and Hanataro were indeed holding their penises and spraying Pam© on them.

Kenpachi and Kira were still making out, Kira’s haori on the floor and thus leaving his torso naked. … They ignored that bit, too.

Ikkaku and Yumichika had disappeared, and so had Hitsugaya; leaving Rangiku to pout, also since Urahara was still refusing to give her anymore sake.

So close they were to the shoji door, to freedom… Until it burst open, pulling everyone’s attention to it to see who else had arrived.

“Happy New Year, everybody!!” Ganju yelled, stepping inside. He had on his back a rather large bag of who-knew-what, slung over his shoulder.

Kukaku was not far behind, cackling madly. “Let’s REALLY set off some fireworks!!!!”

Shuuhei looked at Renji, who looked at him. As if the place wasn’t insane enough… Definitely time to go.

They rushed out the still-open shoji, dashing into the night and not feeling safe until they were several blocks away from the Urahara Shouten.

The night sky lit every few seconds, colors of red, blue, and gold, the people of Karakura Town setting off harmless fireworks to celebrate the coming of the New Year.

Harmless. … Until Kukaku noticed and just had to outdo them all.

END

Happy 2009, everyone!!!! X3 Please comment!!! <3 <3 <3

Interlude

2008-12-28T16:42:19Z

Title: Interlude
Author: Jigoku Hikari
Pairing: SasuNaru
Rated NC-17/X. Period.
Fandom: Naruto
Warnings: M/M, yaoi, lemon, oral, anal, PWP. Smut in its purest form. =^-^=
Summary: Pressed up against the wall. Both hands trapped, pinned above my head with ease.

Disclaimer: Shall never own any character used in this fic. just use 'em for smut purposes. X3

In · ter · lude n 1: a short simple play or dramatic entertainment. 2: an intervening period, space, or event. 3: ~~a piece of music inserted between the parts of a longer composition or religious service.~~

Pressed up against the wall. Both hands trapped, pinned above my head with ease. Not even bothering to fight it.

Lips, hot, press onto mine. He doesn’t hesitate, wanting to taste. So desperate. Lustful.

He wants this as much as I do.

Hips grind into mine- I can’t help but groan. Oh God, more.

Sloppy, hurried kisses down my neck. Breath hot. Sends shivers down my spine. Let me touch you… My wrists are held tighter- No. Dammit…

Again, a kiss. Passionate. My knees want to give out from it; would if I wasn’t being held up. I buck against him- More.

He lets go and falls to his own knees. I pant, my lips dry, watching. Pants, unzipped, undone, pulled down over my ass. Just enough.

No hesitation. My breath chokes as he easily takes me into his mouth. Head tips back, my sighs aimed at the ceiling. Right hand falls to the finest black silk, tangling in it; You’re too good at this…

My mouth’s hanging open shamelessly. Both of my hands now in his hair, a light tug. Lean more against the wall- legs’ll give if I don’t. My body arches as teeth scrape over the tip, trembling, moaning. Fingers, hot as the pits of Hell, touch and play with my balls. He deep throats me- I choke back what would’ve been my loudest moan yet. My fingers grip tighter in his hair, pulling him closer, urging- desperate- Keep going.

Panting, getting closer. He’s holding the base, licking upward, running his tongue all over the head. Lips are then on it, practically making out with it. Fuck it- I’m moaning now, quiet though. Feels. So. Amazing…

I’m trying to keep from squirming, needing more, back into that mouth. Ridiculously close to coming, can feel it. “Ahhh….” Yeah… Now I gotta keep from fucking his face. (Go faster, dammit!!) It’s so hard to do; I whimper from restraint.

A moan vibrates through my cock, pretty much shattering my world. Hips jerk, forcing myself deeper down his throat. (Sorry!!) I know what he’s doing but I have to look. Can see his arm moving, jerking himself off rather quickly.

His eyes snap open, like he knew I was looking. They’re instantly looking up at me. Dark. Unnerving. So heavy with desire.

Jerking himself off. Looking at me like that.

All for me.

“Unhhh!” I didn’t hold back. It’s all too much- I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come, I’m gonna-!

“Shit-!” I yank him off me before I blow (though I’m sure you’d swallow/enjoy every drop).

“Ahh-!” his eyes snap back shut, hand still going, still masturbating.

I smirk as I catch my breath, calm myself down. Take a step down from my near-orgasm high. Have to wait a few seconds to find my voice. “You better not get off without me…” My hold on his hair lessens, left hand falling to my side.

He stops, looking up at me again. His palm running over his tip, smearing the precum dribbling out. “Don’t worry.” He leans up, pressing a tender kiss under my belly button. “I’m not that rude.”

Lips, tongue, trail up my stomach. Pause at my chest only to take a nipple into his mouth. Sucks on it, rolling teeth and tongue over it; fingers on the opposite, fucking tease.

I yank him up to stand, be at my level. Smash our lips together. I want you so badly…I take lead, dominating his mouth, not giving a chance for his to fight. He groans into it, pressing himself closer- the thrill of having a shard of satisfaction. Hands are at either side of my head; leaning against the wall, a fraction of stability.

My hand reaches down, enclosing around his cock and pulling. His forever moonlight- kissed skin is smooth, his flesh thick, hot, pulsing in my palm. I want this inside me… I swallow another groan, this one deep and long. I touch him expertly; I know how he likes it, what to drive him crazy. My strokes are slow, along the entire length. I feel his hands cup my cheeks- loving. He presses impossibly closer, hips rocking, rolling into my hand.

The kiss turns ruthless. His tongue probes deeper, teeth nipping harshly into my lips. He’s not bothering to mask the moans, the whimpers, of appreciation. It’s all enough to leave us both breathless.

He pulls back, gasping, air. Still cradling my face, pressing his nose against mine. Every sigh fall onto my lips- can still taste him. I thumb at the slit, smearing the huge glob of precum; a raspy gasp.

We’re staring. His gaze heavy, unlike anything I’ve seen before. He’s coming undone before my eyes. Just this stare could have me coming over and over.

I wanna scream.

Can’t think of anything else.

Sasuke.

I release his cock to take hold of his hair, near the nape- I know. Pull hard- he hisses loudly, entire body leaning back with my pull. Rasping for air, the sensation too much.

“Fuck me.” It comes out as a fierce growl.

I want nothing more than you.

Suddenly turned and shoved into the wall. Too fast for me to see, to realize. Press my right cheek against it, welcoming its coolness. Waiting; seconds are too long. Shallow panting.

Just the head presses in. Pulls out. Same length pushes back in again.

TEASE!!!

“Teme…” A whisper. A whimper.

Sounds pathetic.

I need you!

Flesh pushes inside, thick, long. Barely wet, nearly not enough. Wince as it goes deeper, nails digging into the wall, the sting, burn, of being stretched. But he knows- he’s slow until I feel pubes on my cheeks.

I could moan, from feeling so deliciously full. Kisses press onto my neck; he’s waiting. I don’t want- I can’t wait any more!

“Move.” A demand.

He grabs my wrists- know where this is going!- again pinned them above us. Hands are still holding them on the wall as he begins rocking his hips. Little movement, slow, teasing.

Mind’s wiped, blank. Clean slate. My eyes close, drowsy-like. Nothing but feeling, giving in. “Mmm… Yeah…” Just feeling him moving inside me, however little, is so amazing, euphoric. Press my right temple to the wall- all the more stability. Relax more- length goes in deeper. Hear him moan.

His strokes get longer, slightly speeding up. Still holding my wrists. He’s missing that earth-shattering spot, but I don’t mind- he’s fucking me; it’s all I care about.

I hear as he takes a deep breath (to keep from coming?); it’s hot, going down my spine. He releases my hands, but I keep them there like he never had. They instead hold my hips, angling, arching them up-

Oh God, I know what this-

“Uhhhhn!” Jaw falls straight down. Nails scrape down the wall, probably leaving gashes.

He won’t stop (Better not,). Pounding, impossibly deep, so fast. Slamming , balls slapping my ass. So merciless. Love it.

“Haa! Haa! Haa!”

They fall from my mouth, unable to stop them. (You like me screaming, anyway.) All I can do is tremble vioently with every thrust, allow the mind-blowing pleasure to take me away, claw at the wall, scream until I scream myself hoarse, run and dive-bomb closer to orgasm-

You are the only one I will allow to see me like this.

Don’t you get it, Sasuke?

I can’t hear myself. I hear him loud and clear, still panting, moaning. My back arches- “Ah! Fuck!” I’m done.

I cream the wall. Realize mid-orgasm he’s beating me off. Watching my own jizz spurting out only makes me wanna come more. (Is that wrong?) One second it won’t stop, the next it is- No! More! Gasping, wishing so badly it wasn’t so damn short.

Feel him blast his load, losing it too. He’s kissing my shoulder as he rides it out; it’s wetness feels far too good right after coming. I moan as he slows down; a sick pleasure, feeling his cum start to drip out. So great.

We lean on each other, gasping ,sweaty, longing to collapse to the floor. This lay’s just as good- as incredible- as all the other times. He hasn’t pulled out; can feel his cock shrinking. The wetness becomes more apparent. (Jeez, how much did you come?!)

“Dobe.” Voice is weak, next to my ear.

Lithe arms wrap around me. The warmth makes it feel like I hadn’t been touched the entire time. He nuzzles at the shell of my ear.

The only time he’ll show any sort of true affection. Doesn’t need to say any more, and I don’t mind. Don’t need to hear it.

I know.

END

….. -joyous grin- Yay. Mah first SasuNaru, and not the last. The SasuNaru fangirl in me called for some ~~sappiness~~ fluff at the end and I couldn’t help myself. It doesn’t seem too out of place, does it?? And I attempted a totally different writing style than usual- can you tell??? You likey??

Did I get the "Teme/Dobe" parts right? Do tell if I accidentally switched 'em. ><;;

This is a LJ exclusive! No posting on FF.net! …Why? =^-^= So LJ ppl can feel special. lol

Why is it called Interlude? Go back up to the top and read 1 and 2. X3

ANY/ALL COMMENTS ARE FOREVER LOVED!!!!!!! <3 <3 =^-^= I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did writing it! -bow-

Notre Dame

2008-12-09T13:42:16Z

Sound the victory bells, or the Final Fantasy victory theme if you want. -sob- It's finally DOOOOONE... <3

Title: Notre Dame
Rated NC-17/X. Period.
Word Count: 10,170
Fandom: Bleach
Disclaimer: I shall forever not own any character or place used in this fic. I’m just innocently borrowing them and making them do not-so-innocent things. All thanks goes to Tite Kubo for making such slashable characters. -nodnod-
Summary: Renji decides to take Shuuhei away from finishing his work to go on a spur-of-the-moment date to France- namely, the Notre Dame Cathedral. Once inside, Shuuhei keeps having dirty thoughts about how to defile such a holy, sacred place. Good thing Renji’s there to help. ^-^ Shuuhei/Renji, M/M, one-shot, lemon, yaoi, oral, anal, PWP, MANSEX!

Notre Dame

The clear, black sky held an endless sea of stars that night in the Soul Society. There were no clouds, and the small sliver of the moon was high and unreachable. It was well past midnight. Everyone that was smart was safely tucked away in their beds, sleeping the time away until dawn decided to break the horizon. The only ones awake were those shinigami unfortunate enough to have night duty in case there was a random Hollow attack. All was silent, peaceful, normal.

Shuuhei, however, was neither asleep nor guarding the Seireitei. He was tucked away in his office, laboriously attempting to put a dent in the paperwork pile that had seemed to come out of nowhere. He’d been stationary for what felt like hours, and the other shinigami had cleared out ages ago. He was alone, and the dead silence was beginning to grate on him. He hummed random tunes as he signed some papers, impatiently tapping his fingers on his desk to sate some of his energy as he glanced through the text on others. No matter how much he went through, the pile he still had never went down. It was like the papers and files he took off the top kept regenerating, going from his hand back to the top, getting nowhere…

He sighed and leaned back in his leather chair. He needed a break; he felt like he was about to go insane. He wanted to leave the strict confines of the four walls boxing him in, longing to get outside and breathe in some fresh air. But, to his dismay, he had no time for a break; the faster he got it all done, the faster he could leave and get at least a few hours of sleep. He hatefully glared at the work he still had yet to do, the work that seemed to never go away and wanted to torture him to insanity. Another sigh escaped him, stretching his arms high above his head. A yawn erupted, stilling him for the brief second it lasted, then composed himself. He leaned forward with full intent to continue his work.

“Shuuhei?”

The voice startled him. He hadn’t heard anyone speak to him in what felt like days. His attention whipped to the open doorway. Who stood there brought a smile of relief to his lips, and he wasn’t afraid to show just how much of a relief it was to see him.

“Hey, Renji,” he greeted, sighing. He gratefully set the pen back down, the redhead having his full intention.
The lieutenant of Squad 6 entered the room, looking down upon the hefty stack on Shuuhei’s desk. He made a sour face at it. He then turned his attention to the brunette in the chair. “You’ve been here all day. It’s almost three in the mornin’, y’know.”

“Really? I didn’t realize it was that late.”

Renji came to the left side of the desk, leaning his back end onto the edge of it. “No one’s here. They all went home hours ago.” He looked to the thick pile Shuuhei had managed to get done. “You’ve done more than you give yourself credit for. You should go home and get some sleep.”

Shuuhei shook his head, sadly glancing at what was still left. “No… I can’t. There’s still so much…”

The redhead reached over and took the pen. “Oh look,” he said sarcastically, a sharp grin across his face, “You can’t do anymore. You don’t have a pen…”

Annoyance cast over the older shinigami’s expression. He glared at the other for a few seconds, then out of nowhere his hand shot out and caught Renji’s arm. Before either could blink, Renji was pulled hastily into Shuuhei’s lap, their lips pressed together in a demanding kiss. The younger vice-captain’s immediate reaction was not to fight it, but rather to push his tongue past their lips and teeth to begin a heated, well practiced dance. They tangled and twirled, fighting more for dominance than anything; Renji’s arms snaked around Shuuhei’s neck, bringing them closer together, a slight moan escaping from his throat.

Shinigami, though popularly seen as being already dead, did still value oxygen. They separated from their kiss, lightly panting, their noses so close to touching, staring at each other. Shuuhei hadn’t realized how tense he’d been until he began to relax. “All right,” he mumbled, leaning in to place tender kissed onto Renji’s tattooed neck. “Maybe I did need a break.”

Renji smirked widely, placing the pen back on the desk and his hand sweeping through spiky locks. “It’s a good thing we have the place to ourselves… It’d be bad if someone decided to barge in.” He let Shuuhei continue his kisses for a moment before speaking again. “Come with me,” he said.

The older lieutenant looked up into cherry colored eyes. “What?” he questioned.

Renji made to get up; Shuuhei hesitated but let him get to his feet. “I wanna go somewhere,” he clarified.

“At three in the morning?” he asked skeptically. “Where do you have in mind?”

The redhead took his hand into his own, forcing him to his feet as well. “Just come with me. You’ll see.”

He glanced again at his incomplete work. It pulled at him, nagging him, leaving it in its unfinished state- he’d been so set on not leaving once until that pile was finished paperwork. It was irking at him horribly, but couldn’t protest as he was pulled out of the room and into the silent corridor. He fell in stride with Renji, deciding to not fight against it. He figured it would be good for the both of them- he hadn’t left his office for the majority of the day, nor seen Renji since he’d left that morning, and it’d been weeks since they’d went anywhere together. His fingers intertwined with the redhead’s, silently stating his surrender.

They stepped out into the night a few minutes later. Renji was overtaken by renewed energy, tugging at Shuuhei harder than before. He sensed Renji’s rush and excitement and couldn’t help but chuckle lightly at it. He cared not that they were in the open holding hands, where anyone could see them, after all they’d done to keep their relationship a secret. No one was around to pay any mind to them; he could let it slip just this once.

“Where are you taking me?”

“You’ll know in a minute. Hang on.” He sped up into a run, pulling the brunette forward.

He staggered behind, trying to keep up while still holding his hand. He managed to keep his footing and fell in
line with Renji again as they ran across the grounds. “A secret…?”

Renji grinned. “Yeah…. All right.” He finally slowed, far enough away from the Seireitei. “This should be good enough.”

Shuuhei was absolutely clueless- just what was he wanting to do? Instead of interrupting Renji and questioning aloud, he allowed his lover to go ahead. He would find out sooner if he kept his mouth shut.

The redhead let go, gesticulating as he whispered a spell under his breath. Shuuhei couldn’t pick up what it was until he watched a gate to the Living World slowly come into view. His curiosity was definitely piqued by now.

“We should grab our gigais if we’re-“

“No,” Renji cut him off, finishing his chant. The gate was solid, the double panels and woodwork pristine as always and ready for them to step through. He looked over at his boyfriend, his eyes bright. “It’s better if we don’t, where we’re goin’.”

Both sets of screens slid open before them. The light that emitted from the gateway was dim, a darker blue, but still stood out brightly against the darkness around them. Renji hesitated not and walked right into it, knowing exactly where it led. It was a mystery where he was about to be dragged off to, but Shuuhei trusted Renji and followed suit by stepping into the portal.

They were on a paved street, assorted cars parked at either side of where they stood together. The sky was black, though not a heavy black like where they’d just come from. The stars weren’t as bright, as beautiful, as the Soul Society’s, but Shuuhei didn’t particularly care at that moment. The gate behind them faded out of view, disappearing until summoned again. The brunette looked around, quickly observing everything in hope for a clue as to where they were. Finding none, he looked to Renji for the explanation he’d been waiting for.

Instead, the redhead began walking away without saying a word. A faint smile was seen upon his lips. He knew exactly where he was headed, expecting Shuuhei to catch up to him.

They headed toward the opening of the alleyway, leading to a busier road. It was brighter, the noise louder. Light posts vibrantly lit the area, the cause of the sky to look so gray rather than black. When they came to the sidewalk, he noticed on the other side of the main road was a wide river, gushing quietly and smoothly. He wanted to cross the street and go watch it, to let its calming motion and sound soothe him, but Renji had another agenda. They turned left, heading up the sidewalk against the light traffic. All the cars looked normal enough, ones that could be seen anywhere. Shuuhei was still so clueless…

He focused his attention ahead in the direction they were going, and it instantly clicked into place.

There stood the Notre Dame, the majestic cathedral famous around the world. The shinigami were walking the streets of Paris, and Renji had had that specific place in mind the whole time. Shuuhei smirked as they slowly came closer; the redhead could have said something if he’d wanted to come here…

Spotlights were directed onto the stone building, highlighting it against the night and city. It made sense why they hadn’t grabbed their gigais- it was the middle of the night, and the doors would surely be locked.

He glanced over at his boyfriend walking at his side. Renji had relaxed more, calming as they approached. Shuuhei faintly smiled, reaching over and taking his hand into his own. Renji looked over at him and noticed the smile, squeezing the hand and returning with a smile of his own that made Shuuhei’s heart ever so slightly swell.
“Why?” was all he could ask.

“I saw a picture of this place once,” Renji finally explained. Could he be blushing, or was it the light? He wouldn’t look at Shuuhei. “I wanted to see it for myself, to go inside and look around, but I couldn’t just come here on my own…”

Shuuhei didn’t say another word, unable to find any that would seem appropriate or convey what he was feeling. His silence earned another squeeze to his hand. Nothing more was said the rest of the way, completely jumping over the street with ease and landing on the holy grounds of the cathedral.

The shinigami looked up in admiration, stopping so they could take it all in. Shuuhei’s jaw wanted to drop at its magnificence, and Renji looked like he would do the same at any second. The bell towers loomed over them, forever tall and striking against the sky. The three portals of the western façade stood before them, practically inviting them inside. Above the doorways, carved statues were in a long line across the span of the building, small and intricate. Shuuhei quickly counted twenty-eight of them, each in different poses and looking important in their ancient glory. Above them still was one of the famed rose windows, elaborately beautiful even in the darkness.

“It’s so…” Renji said in a near-whisper, clearly unable to describe it.

Shuuhei tugged on his arm gently. “Come on,” he said softly. “Let’s go in.” Renji’s gaze was still locked upward as they continued forward to the middle portal.

They didn’t bother with the door. It was indeed locked in attempt to keep out any burglars, but that didn’t stop them in the least. They merely passed right through it like it wasn’t even there, glad that they were in their spirit forms. They silently entered the ancient building vacant of any people.

It was truly a sight to behold. His mind was wiped blank. The chandeliers above them were lit, as if they were to never be turned off, shedding light upon the cathedral. The room itself was huge, easily able to fit several thousand for service. There was a line of columns to either side of the center walkway, each one slender and graceful, leading upward to the intricate vaulted ceiling. It was a long walk to the other side of the church, countless pews to either side leading up and facing the front. They both were primarily focused on the high ceiling, the one that seemed to reach the very sky.

Out of the corner of his eye, Shuuhei watched Renji wonder off to the left. He looked ahead to see what he was headed to; there was another portal and a statue, and beyond that a hallway. The slighter shinigami let him go off on his own, choosing to go to the right and check out what was there. It was fine to give Renji a little space for the time being, letting them both explore on their own.

The wall seemed endless as he walked on beside it, his interest being elsewhere and not what was on it. He tore his gaze away from Renji to at least glance at what it held. Up above him on the stone were various drawings and carvings in a line, looking like they were in some specific order. He guessed it all depicted something, like the life of one of the major saints, but had no clue who it was or why the specific saint was special. Everything was just as intricate as the line of kings above the portals outside.

He glanced over again at his favorite redhead. He’d stopped at the opening to the branching hall, staring at the rose window, stark still, gazing up at it. It was as if he were memorizing the image above him. Shuuhei paused so he could see it as well; it had the Virgin Mary in the very center, which was then surrounded with smaller pictures with an array of brilliant colors throughout. Upon seeing it, Renji’s staring make sense to him; he would too if he were that close. It was as if that window was the most beautiful work in all the cathedral, like someone’s very soul had been poured into it and not one person could resist its allure. But its charm was waned, since Shuuhei was standing far from the lure. He snapped himself out of it, casting another glance at Renji before turning.

The brunette decided to not go down his side’s hallway, wanting to stay close to Renji. His sight landed on the rose window on his own side of the humongous room. Slight disappointment swept though him but was instantly gone. This one wasn’t as grand as the other two, he thought. This one had the Madonna’s son depicted here, there in the center. He had no care for it, seeing human religion as being silly and a crutch for those weak at heart, but at least he knew who it was.

He stared at it, though not really seeing and taking it in. His attention was not on the rose window but rather more in his thoughts, having finally brought them together straight. This place of worship was renowned to be one of the most sacred sites in this world. But… why? It seemed to him it was just because of all the crosses and beautiful pictures of those they believed were divine. Was that all it took to call a place sacred?

He turned around, remember seeing something when he’d glanced at Renji. It was in the center of the very building, raised up on a creamy beige platform. He couldn’t help but smirk, noticing Renji was heading for it at well. They met behind the object, their eyes curiously on it.

“What is it?” Renji mumbled.

“It’s a …box.”

It was slightly rectangular and painted all in gold, coming up to about their waistlines. On each of the sides were several block figures, carved to resemble humans. He couldn’t find anything appealing or significant about it.

“What’s it used for?”

Shuuhei went to go around it and head for the front of the cathedral, completely dismissing it. “More interesting stuff is up here. Come on.”

They went side by side. His eyes were glued onto the scene ahead, ignoring the small sets of steps to either side of him, dark wood and facing toward the center. Both passed without question, stopping ways away from the rail that guarded them from going any further.

It was truly a sight. Absolutely stunning. Beautiful and graceful. Shuuhei couldn’t begin to describe it, again stuck by awe.

There was a set of small stairs, each one not even six inches high, three or four of them leading up. There was a stone block, resembling a coffin or sarcophagus, with more intricate carvings into the sides. He couldn’t make out what they were or even resemble. In front of it was a huge bouquet of many flowers- could have been hundreds- set on the floor next to a silver candelabra that was set with three unlit candles. Beyond that was a stone block with an elaborate statue on top of it. It held the Virgin Mary, sitting, with the Christ laying upon her in her lap. On either side of Christ was an angel, each tiny and looking like cherubs. Behind them was a large cross, standing tall to tower over them, glowing golden from the spotlights hitting it. Fanning out from the Savior to form a half circle toward where they were standing were sculptures of golden angels playing their horns and stone disciples praying and praising. And up above them all on the wall was a series of more stained glass windows, each one depicting people; they looked like angels, on their knees and praying.

“It’s….” Renji started, obviously having no words.

“Don’t even bother,” Shuuhei muttered, causing the redhead to smile.

Was this really all it took to have a religion- to have a few holy people to make carvings of?

Shuuhei couldn’t help but let his mind wonder as he continued taking in all the art before him. He randomly thought back to what had occurred in his office before they came here. Their kiss had ignited a small flame within him and he’d managed to successfully hide it. He then wondered that if Renji hadn’t suggested they come to this place, then maybe they might have ended up on his desk. That thought was appealing… He wanted to fuel that fire they’d begun and continue it. His gaze wondered over to the shinigami in his thoughts; he also was still looking, as if making sure it was really there.

An idea hit him. A smirk went upon his lips at how sinful it was, a feral look in his eyes. He was slightly appalled at himself for even considering it, but it was so very tempting. He mulled it over for several silent minutes, and it kept cycling through his mind. The more he thought upon it, the more appealing it seemed.

But would Renji go along with it?

… Probably.

The brunette paid no more mind to anything in the room as came up to Renji, stopping right behind him. He wrapped his arms around Renji’s trim waist to hug him against his body. “You like it?” he asked quietly, his lips brushing the skin on his neck.

Arms held onto those around him. “Yeah.”

Shuuhei nuzzled into his shoulder affectionately. “This place is pretty religious, huh?”

“Yeah…”

The older shinigami was picturing themselves doing unmentionable things on the very floor they were standing on, and he refrained from revealing the problem he was beginning to have. No, he wanted Renji to come to him for it, wanting the same thing…

“I wanna defile this place,” he whispered huskily, his breath hot as it fanned over his lover’s ear.

“Defile?” Renji questioned just as softly, intrigued. He turned his head slightly toward Shuuhei to hear him better.

“Yeah.” He ran his lips lightly across the back of Renji’s neck, leaving a phantom trail that made him shiver. “This place is so sacred. All anyone does here is pray and praise to their god. So I have this unexplainable urge to dirty it.” The tip of his tongue replaced what his lips had done, fully aware of what he was causing.

He slid his arms out of Renji’s grasp, taking to placing his hands at his lover’s hips. “But it’s up to you,” he said, his voice stronger. Shuuhei let his arms fall to his sides, going to walk away. He felt eyes burning into his back as he went, going around and ignoring the Nave. He went to the first bench to his left and sat down, sitting more toward the aisle, casting no more glances at his stunned lover. He sat down in a slump, arms coming up to rest along the back of the bench. His eyes closed as he tipped his head back to rest there as well. The openness of the way he was sitting was practically inviting Renji over. He waited, hoping he would take the bait.

Shuuhei followed his reiatsu, sensing Renji pad over to him silently and come to a stop right in front of him. The silence said it all. He successfully kept a pleased smirk off his face, keeping his expression blank; he could feel the other’s expectant stare.

His eyes slowly opened, landing on his lover’s face. They revealed what he was truly feeling, the undeniable lust and hunger. The smirk on Renji’s lips only seemed to fuel him. He calmly reached up and grabbed Renji’s waist, pulling him onto his lap to straddle his thighs. Their gazes were adamant, never once straying away from the other’s. Renji smoothly leaned in and captured Shuuhei’s lips as his own, wasting no time in spicing it up and plunging his tongue inside. The brunette quietly groaned, eyes closing to savor their passion.

The redhead backed off a moment later. It was clear in his expression he was up for Shuuhei’s game. He slid a single finger under Shuuhei’s collar, snapping it off and tossing it away. He leaned in to place harsh kisses and bites on his neck. “What gave you the idea to ‘defile’ Notre Dame?” he softly asked.

He sighed as he gazed up at the vaulted ceiling, the boner-inducing torture upon his skin continuing. Warm, comforting hands swept open his haori to expose his formed chest. “I’m not sure... I just have the urge to do what’s considered so taboo in this place. ”

“Hm,” he smirked against his lover’s skin, “That’s new for you to say…You usually want to clean things and keep order.” He leaned back to look at Shuuhei, catching his attention. “It’s a good thing I’m here, then.”

“Yes it is.” He went to untie the bandanna hiding the intricate pattern on Renji’s forehead. The knot was easily undone, the cloth casually discarded. He solely focused now on gently taking out the band that held back crimson locks. It slid down the bundle of hair, slowly setting it free. Shuuhei released a heavy breath, even more turned on by this more natural look. He was still in his lustful trance as his fingers ran through Renji’s hair, pulling him close to engage in another kiss.

The kiss was ferocious and fast, conveying both the love and sexual tension between them. Shuuhei’s hands ventured downward, pulling open Renji’s haori and sliding it down his shoulders. The fabric was pulled free of his hakama, the younger vice captain freeing his arms from it. It was carelessly tossed a few feet away on the bench. The newly exposed skin was explored, calloused fingertips running down the tattooed torso as if he wanted to feel every inch of it. Renji groaned into his lover’s mouth and fumbled around at their nether regions, hurrying to untie the obi at Shuuhei’s waist.

Shuuhei softly gasped, the kiss abruptly ending. Renji’s hand had delved into his hakama, lightly stoking his hardening sex. His breath trembled, gently digging his nails into his lover’s skin to equally tease. Renji quietly hissed at the sensation, bucking his hips against his boyfriend’s, demanding friction.

The brunette leaned forward and licked at the design on Renji’s neck. He steadily trailed down, kissing and nipping at his shoulder, his collar. He followed the tattooed lines on his chest with his mouth, sparing no line until he came to a nipple. Without hesitation, his tongue laved over the tender flesh. He felt the hand in his pants come out only to tangle in his hair, holding his head as he continued the torture. Renji’s body arched, pushing his chest forward to maximize the sensations, egging Shuuhei on to go further. He didn’t hesitate to comply, as teeth gently bit into the now erect bud to earn a moan.

He kissed lower, taking his time as he worked his way down his lover’s body. He held onto Renji tightly at his waist as the redhead arched further backward so he could reach his abdomen. He brushed his lips across skin above his navel, his mouth open so Renji could feel his heated breath. The smallest of sounds came from Renji’s lips, encouraging the brunette.

Shuuhei needed more, running out of patience. He quickly trailed back up Renji’s body. The redhead sat up from his arch. Shuuhei’s soft lips stopped at the base of his neck, their lustful stares finally meeting again.

“Shuuhei…” Renji whispered breathlessly, leaning in for a searing kiss.

A moment later, they were on the polished floor, Renji having been carefully lowered there so as to not crack his head open. The larger shinigami grunted in protest into Shuuhei’s mouth at how cold it was against his bare back. Shuuhei pulled open his own haori, staring down at Renji as he helped him pull it free from his hakama to let it hang loosely on his lithe body.

Shuuhei nipped at Renji’s lips before moving on to the crook of his neck, impatiently biting and licking there. The redhead beneath him squirmed anxiously, eager to hurry on to more. A smirk was on Shuuhei’s lips, knowing what he wanted and loving how he could make the redhead writhe. His hand reached down to ghost over Renji’s arousal, hips bucking in response and craving more. Renji faintly growled from impatience.

He suddenly found himself flipped over and on bottom a split second later, taking him by surprise. He didn’t have time to recover from it or even say a word before a mouth clamped over his nipple and bit into it. His back arched against his will, a soft moan escaping. He vaguely felt fingers hook into his hakama and fundoshi to hurriedly slide them down enough for his throbbing hard-on to be set free. He softly hissed at the chill air hitting the sensitive organ.

Fingers trailed over his body, calloused fingers teasing him to no end by leaving ghostly trails. He panted in frustration, opening his eyes to glare down at Renji. And the eyes staring right back up at him were practically dripping with lust, their intensity taking his breath away. Lips pressed against his abdomen and continued downward, their stare firmly connected as Renji licked around right above the previously hidden bush of hair.
Shuuhei’s hands curled into fists, allowing only his eyes to plead and say what he wanted. His breath and heart sped up in anticipation; he truly believed there was no way Renji was about to leave him like this.

He lay back, relaxed, as Renji took his length into his mouth. A sharp sigh escaped at the first sensation, at feeling the wet orifice envelope his cock and immediately begin sucking. Shuuhei’s stare was blind, directed at the high ceiling. His hand mindlessly came to rest on top of Renji’s head, silently urging him to go on, not stop.
His sanity was surely slipping away. His legs curled toward his body and Renji brought them to hook onto his shoulders for dear life. Shuuhei felt himself whispering, speaking words he couldn’t hear and his head was too scattered to know what he was saying. His voice cracked and cut short between his moans. At one point, something he said made Renji chuckle around his manhood which caused his body to arch at the vibration, hissing between his teeth.

An urge. Maybe if he looked, if he watched his pleasure, maybe he could salvage a shred of his sanity. Shuuhei raised his head and focused just in time to see his prick disappear inside Renji’s mouth. His jaw went slack, finding the image absolutely entrancing. He noticed the redhead’s closed eyes, his brow furrowed in concentration. A tongue then protruded only to lave up his length. Lips clamped over the flushed head, sucking, said tongue doing wicked things to the tip, tasting his precum as his right hand pumped him manually. Shuuhei groaned loudly, attempting to buck up into that hot mouth. A left hand held him steady, stopping his movement to not interrupt. The brunette whimpered, head falling back helplessly, wanting more…

Renji delivered fully. His ministrations sped up, practically making love to Shuuhei’s cock. Shuuhei dug his heels into Renji’s back, unable to stop himself. Fingers curled into red locks with no mind of how hard he was pulling (with Renji moaning in response and only driving him even madder). He tried desperately to thrust his hips with Renji’s rhythm only to be restrained. He was panting, steadily coming closer to orgasm. He felt himself talking, breathless, loud enough to hear- “Renji… Oh, fuck… Gods, I love you… Shit… Let me come… Renji…!”

And it stopped.

Shuuhei’s attention snapped up to see what happened. Renji was on his knees, a pink flush across his cheeks and his eyes were molten, lustful fire. He was also breathless, and when he spoke, it was stained like he was holding himself back.

“Get up,” he commanded, getting to his own feet. He grabbed a panting Shuuhei and helped him up, pulling him over to the bench.

Shuuhei allowed himself to be handled, practically falling onto the pew as he vaguely wondered how he came to be on bottom. But he wasn’t surprised; Renji’s personality just emanated strength, able to so easily take control, and always showed his emotions through physical contact, always so intense… It was why he loved him so much.

His elbows and right knee were holding himself up on the bench, open to his lover’s oncoming attack. Lips impatiently kissed at his neck, his back, as his hakama was slid down to his knees. He brought his head up to look at something dark that had caught his attention; lying a few feet away was Renji’s disregarded haori. He distantly heard the redhead spit- most likely into his own hand- as he reached out for the material.

A moan escaped from him. Renji’s large flesh pushed against his entrance as he pulled the haori close. He pressed the fabric to his face, hiding it as Renji slowly filled him to the core. The brutality of not prepping him seemed to only turn him on more. His lover’s scent intoxicated him as the redhead pulled out and dove right back in, letting him get used to the feeling. Renji slowly sped up, going at a pace both of them could enjoy. Hands on his hips guided him, pulling him back to be impaled deeper and make him pant in need. Dark eyes rolled back in ecstasy at the sudden onslaught his prostate was getting. Sweat began to weep from his pores, his body feeling like it was suffocating in his only halfway-off clothes. His now neglected manhood dangled between his legs, swinging in time with Renji’s movements behind him. His mouth was open in silent screaming, whimpers and moans escaping from him to be muffled by the haori, and he did nothing to stop it.

The brunette had half a mind to reach down and jerk himself off, but couldn’t bring himself to do it. His grasp was firm on Renji’s haori and wasn’t about to let go any time soon. He was sure that at that point, just his lover’s scent would make him come, anyway. But as if reading his thoughts, he felt fingers wrap around his engorged member. He ground his teeth together to keep from screaming as they went to work, smearing his precum over the sensitive tip and driving him faster toward his madness.

He did not walk off the razor-like cliff of orgasm, nor was he just pushed off- he was more like violently shoved. His orgasm felt like it was ripped from him, coming so hard onto the bench that he thought for a spilt second that he was about to pass out. The fabric covering his face muffled his yell as his essence shot onto the defenseless, now-defiled pew. Renji kept going, thrusting and milking him dry, making him scream more, stretching out his orgasm until his body was trembling from the force of it. It lasted for several moments. Once his high began to recede, he felt Renji pull out unsated, still hard and thick.

Shuuhei panted as he willed his tensed body to move. He continued breathing in Renji’s intoxicating scent, waiting to regain motor function. He brought himself upright onto his knees, a hand still clutching the haori at his side. Looking over his shoulder, his gaze studied Renji’s expression before meeting with his stare. Abused lips were parted, his eyes half-lidded and still heavy with want. Renji’s hakama was pulled down over his ass, enough to free his manhood; he languidly touched himself right below Shuuhei’s line of vision, clearly desperate for relief. Drops of sweat were spotted on his face, his torso. They stared at each other for what felt like many minutes but was in reality only a few seconds.

Smirking, the brunette turned around to face his lover. “You seem to have a little problem, Renji-kun…” he said, his voice laden with as much seduction as he could muster. The fabric was dropped only to be replaced with Renji’s raging erection.

Renji sighed as he felt Shuuhei’s fingers slide over his sex. “Shuu…” He reached for his lover, wanting to touch him, touch anything, as if believing it would stabilize him in some way.

“I want you to fuck me so bad…” he said just above a whisper, voice cracking.

Shuuhei gave him a mischievous look. “I think I can do that…”

He pushed Renji back, forcing him to sit. Renji looked absolutely clueless, as if questioning why. He instructed the redhead to turn, his hands on the other’s thigh to guide him to sit normally. As he did that, Shuuhei got to his feet, wasting no time in completely ridding himself of his clothes. He turned, smirking at his lover’s hungry stare and went to straddle his thighs.

Renji bit his lip with an expression that clearly said he was keeping himself from groaning, feeling the brunette’s hot flesh pushed up right against his burning need. Shuuhei leaned in with full intent to reclaim dominance. He sucked in the other’s upper lip, the lower, swiping his tongue over them, teasing. Renji panted, impatient; Shuuhei finally pressed in, pushing past all barriers to kiss his lover fiercely.

Their mouths did an experienced tango, tongues twirling around each other and teeth nipping at lips playfully. Shuuhei rose up to his knees, towering over Renji, his intensity never breaking, bringing a hand up to tangle and tug at red locks. Renji whimpered into his mouth, digging nails into his back. He could feel pressure building again in his loins, his desire coming back to life.

Shuuhei pulled back from the kiss; he could feel his bottom lip already swelling. He swiped his tongue over it and tasted sweet metallic.

“Sorry,” Renji whispered as he caught his breath.

“Don’t worry about it.” He took a second to suck the blood off his lip before moving on to suck on the lobe of Renji’s ear. The younger man bucked at the pleasure from it, the tiniest of moans escaping. He felt hands slide down his back, further down until they were tightly grasping the cheeks of his ass. He bit into cartilage gently, the tip of his tongue tracing the outer shell, agonizingly slow; the sensations from his ear and hair still being pulled were making Renji writhe.

“Torturous bastard…” The redhead attempted to sit Shuuhei back down on top of him, on top of his straining need, wanting something to grind into and gain solace from, but his lover held fast.

He held a sinister grin, releasing his grip among scarlet strands. “Just wait.” He bit into Renji’s neck, earning a hiss, an arching back. He quickly worked his way down with his mouth and hands, lapping at sweat, absolutely (always) loving his taste. Shuuhei didn’t linger on one spot for too long, receiving a reaction from sensitive spots and moving on. He slowly slid himself off Renji, the bench, bringing himself to his knees on the floor. By the time he was there, Renji was practically out of his mind with desire, having unconsciously slouched in his seat to be closer to the cause of his insanity.

Shuuhei didn’t wait, pulling Renji’s hakama the rest of the way down, his expression calm as ever. His eyes gave away his true intent. Legs kicked, helping it off, until it was set at the brunette’s side. He did in fact realize that the younger vice captain had been going around totally commando, but was too distracted by the nude tattooed body before him to really process it. He merely scooted closer, running his hands up his lover’s thighs.

He nuzzled the skin to his left, running his lips over the inside of Renji’s thigh, nipping. Renji’s legs shook, hips wiggling from the sensations. Shuuhei slowly, agonizingly, moved higher, closer to his lover’s crotch. He stayed enough away from it to drive Renji crazy, placing gentle kisses on both thighs.

“Dammit, Shuuhei…!” Renji sputtered, bucking, attempting to get Shuuhei where he wanted.

Shuuhei softly chuckled, not quite done with his torturing. His right hand slid up, petting testicles, petting the engorged shaft. Renji could’ve cried out with frustration; his hand fell to his lover’s head and pulled his hair, bringing him closer. Smirking all the way, the older shinigami finally leaned in, tongue coming out to lick at the tip. Renji’s breath hitched, anticipating; but no. Shuuhei took his sweet time, laving just the head of the cock he was holding, catching every bead of sweet precum that leaked out from his teasing. He looked up and took satisfaction from what he saw- Renji was shaking all over from restraint, eyes shut tight, teeth grinding together, his tight fist still in Shuuhei’s dark hair.

Renji unlocked himself enough to whisper “Shuuhei…”, begging, pleading.

He couldn’t torture the redhead anymore, not after that. Shuuhei opened wide and slid his mouth down Renji’s straining shaft. A loud, thankful moan filled the air around them. He held the other’s hips down, the other hand holding his cock steady as he worked. Shuuhei relaxed his throat, swallowing Renji whole, burying his nose amongst coarse crimson hairs. He heard a choked cry come from Renji, fingers clenching tighter in his hair and pulling. The brunette moaned from the sensation that shot down his body, causing his throat to close and gag. He pulled back to lick at the head to recover before going back.

Renji was a cursing mess above him. Each curse word that fell upon his ears aroused him more. He had to keep himself from jerking himself off as he pleasured his lover. His grip tightened on the redhead’s leg, taking to jerking Renji off instead.

“You gonna last?” His voice was thick with renewed lust. He thumbed the slit repeatedly, more precum sweating out of it. He kissed at the tip, licking, as his hand pumped, causing Renji to moan instead of answering.
Renji had to gulp in air, clearly not trusting himself to speak. Shuuhei stopped his teasing, deep-throating him again. “Fuck no…!” he finally groaned his reply.

Shuuhei smiled around the cock at his lips, loving what he was causing. He again slid the entire hardened length into his mouth, putting tongue and teeth to use. Precum dripped onto his tongue, dripped from his own erection to pool on the floor.

Renji was close. He tried harder to squirm, the sexiest sounds spilling from his mouth to drive Shuuhei crazy. He thought it ironic, the “Oh God….” that slipped from Renji every few seconds.

“Yeah… Keep praying…” he mumbled. Shuuhei panted from restraint, keeping from pleasuring himself.

“Stop…”

Ignoring the weak plea and knowing why it was said, Shuuhei kept going along the redhead’s length, speeding up.

“Shuuhei, stop… Nnnn… I- Ah! … I’m gonna…”

“Then do it.”

Shuuhei’s patience finally took fruit a moment later. A sharp shout filled the air. Semen filled his mouth, shooting at the roof; he kept sucking at the tip, his hand pumping the shaft dry. He collected it all, swallowing not a drop. He waited for Renji’s tremors to stop before he let go and leaned forward over a thigh. Renji’s essence was spit onto the bench just inches away from his own mess.

Renji’s half-lidded eyes watched the older shinigami wipe his lips on the back of his hand, his face flushed with heat as he calmed his breathing. He met with Shuuhei’s intense stare; even having just come, there was still a burning lust in his cherry-colored eyes.

“I still want you inside me…” he said softly.

The brunette quickly thought of how they could do this, where. On the bench, on the floor right there, bend Renji over that odd golden box (and finally serve a purpose other than just have people ask questions about it.), on the steps he assumed the choir sang from… He dismissed them all. He scanned the cathedral, wanting, looking for the perfect spot-

The redhead watched his boyfriend looking around, fast enough to look almost frantic. “What?”

“Looking for the perfect spot to fuck you on.”

His sight landed on one place in particular. Perfect.

A devious smirk was on Shuuhei’s lips as he got to his feet. He reached for his lover’s hand to help him up.

“Find one?” Renji questioned as he took the offered hand.

Shuuhei led the way, away from the benches, ignoring the floor they walked on, past the box, past the choral steps. He smirked all way, thinking himself a genius. A perfect spot, indeed.

“Wha-? Where-?” the younger shinigami sputtered, absolutely clueless as to where Shuuhei deemed as ‘the perfect spot’.

They came to the rail that kept them from going any further, from the steps, from the statues. But instead, Shuuhei carefully hiked himself over, gently landing on the first stair. Renji paused before going to follow, figuring out what they basically were about to do.

Renji was partially straddling the metal when he wore a smirk nearly identical to his boyfriend’s. “You’re terrible.”

Shuuhei grinned, hurrying up the steps to come to a stop against the supposed-sarcophagus. “You like it.” He leaned against the cool stone, waiting.

Dark grey eyes watched intently as Renji came closer to him. They roamed over the redhead’s body hungrily, never tiring of looking at it, never ceasing to turn him on. His own body, his cock, hummed with impatience; he willed himself under control to hide it.

Renji stopped mere inches away from him. Shuuhei had no need to say a word- he reached over and grabbed his lover’s waist. Their bodies were flushed against each other, heat and sweat mingling. Shuuhei hooked Renji’s chin and brought their lips together, a tender press. He sucked in the upper lip, the lower, playing without plunging in for more. He felt Renji squirm, wanting more, Shuuhei keeping his gentle lead. There was no need to hurry, no need to show just how much he wanted Renji.

Mouths opened, tongues meeting languidly. Slow, passionate, caressing, loving, tasting. A kiss tender enough to steal both their breaths away. Shuuhei swallowed Renji’s groan as his body pressed closer; Renji’s half-formed erection pressed against him. The pace never changed, as if the kiss was confessing each other’s love rather than lust. It was what Shuuhei wanted to convey- he didn’t need sex to show how much he loved this man. But if sex was what Renji wanted- as what was evident against his thigh- then he’d gladly comply.

Shuuhei pulled away breathlessly. He instantly guided Renji to stand to his right, to lean against the stone as the brunette came to stand behind him. Shuuhei’s engorged flesh nudged against Renji’s cheeks, so close to what it wanted. He nuzzled his lover’s shoulder, pressing gentle kisses to his skin. Renji slightly trembled with each one, head hanging low, his restraint wearing thin, lust growing to breaking point. Shuuhei’s hands roamed, relaxing, loving how hot Renji’s skin felt against his palms. He fisted Renji’s erection languidly to bring it to full attention.

“Nnn…” Renji brought his gaze back up. There was a pause before he spoke. “They’re watchin’…” he quietly commented.

Shuuhei was thrown off by the statement, not expecting one like that and pausing his actions to look up as well. It indeed felt like the statues around them had their unmoving eyes fixed onto them, watching their every sinful move. It made the hair on the back of Shuuhei’s neck raise slightly. He quickly went back to where he’d been so he wouldn’t ponder further upon it.

“Sodomy is against their beliefs, after all…” he said calmly, going back to work in making Renji an over-sensitized mess in his arms. His lips came to the shell of his boyfriend’s ear, his whisper fanning as a scalding breath over it. “Or maybe deep down, they’re all voyeurs, and have been denied the joys of watching people pleasure each other…” His voice had steadily gotten quieter, huskier. So full of desire. His tongue slipped out to lave at the ear in front of him; Renji sighed from the sensation. “Well. They’re in for quite a show.”

“Shuuhei…” Renji breathed. He arched against said person, needing so badly. Two fingers were put to his lips and he eagerly accepted them, taking both digits in all the way. He faintly heard the older shinigami groan as he licked and sucked and the fingers feverishly, knowing exactly what they were soon to be doing to him.

The brunette shuddered, keeping from moaning again. Shuuhei’s head fell to the broad shoulder in front of him; Renji had hold of his wrist, pulling his fingers out to suck them right back in. Shuuhei concentrated on it, practically feeling the ministrations on his cock. Fingertips were swirled around, tongue wrapping around them- he felt the same on his manhood, causing him to faintly gasp. He would’ve damned Renji and his perfectly sinful mouth was he not so completely driven insane.

He couldn’t take it anymore. There was a slight, moist ‘pop!’ as Shuuhei abruptly pulled his digits out only to push them inside Renji not even a second later. Renji gasped from surprise but he ignored it. Shuuhei scissored the hole open, stretching, not even bothering with being gentle. He looked down at that perfect ass, watching his fingers work, listening to the redhead’s breath hitch every time he brushed oh-so-close to his prostate.

“I want you to scream,” he growled into Renji’s ear.

“Ah-!” Renji’s eyes clamped shut as he saw stars for a brief second- too brief for his liking.

Shuuhei wiggled his fingers near that delicious spot of nerves; the redhead openly whimpered at the tease. “I want you to scream loud enough to fill this entire cathedral.” He again curled his digits upward and thrust them in.
Renji’s knees nearly gave out, sprawling out more on the stone, trying to hold himself up. “Can you do that for me?”

Renji panted to regain a fraction of composure before attempting to speak. His head turned to the right, just far enough to look at the raven-haired shinigami. “Depends.” His lips spread to reveal a smug grin. “If you fuck me hard enough.”

His breath caught at the challenge. He couldn’t decide whether he wanted to drop to his knees to nearly pass out or neglect the prepping and teasing and fuck Renji until he passed out. Just those words made both scenarios very appealing.

But no. “I think I can manage that…”

He pulled away from Renji, leaving the redhead to shiver from the loss of contact. Dark eyes looked downward as he licked his hand several times, making sure it was wet as possible. Shuuhei brought the hand to his arousal, stoking it to full hardness while slicking it with saliva. He did it hurriedly, eager to plunge deep inside that perfect heat.

Renji squirmed impatiently. “Stop taking your sweet time…” he growled warningly.

Shuuhei had no sarcastic comeback, no retort. He was anything but calm and collected. An urge to wait a few seconds longer just to piss Renji off came to mind, but his willpower to do such was long gone. His sight was fixated on his length as he leaned his hips closer to his goal. Shuuhei slid his left hand up his lover’s back, urging him to lay flat against it. He brought it back to hold Renji’s cheeks open, the slicked one keeping his cock steady. The blushing head swept over the pert hole, smearing precum over it. Renji shifted more- too eager. Shuuhei couldn’t wait any longer, pushing his engorged arousal inside.

Renji’s body took in his length all the way to the base; Shuuhei could’ve collapsed from the pleasure of just entering him. He heard the other shinigami let out a sharp breath he’d apparently been holding. He concentrated to his breathing to keep from moving, to wait and allow his lover to adjust to his size, but the redhead seemed to want to complete opposite. Renji writhed- Shuuhei’s dick feeling every movement and kept himself from gasping- and shot a lust-filled glare over his shoulder.

“Now. Do it now.”

Oh God, he didn’t need to be told twice. Shuuhei quickly pulled out to slam back in. A “Nnngh!” cut the air, and it definitely hadn’t come from Shuuhei. That wouldn’t do…

“No holding back…” He slammed into that sweet heat again. This time a cry escaped from Renji, though far from being loud enough. It would do for now.

Shuuhei pistoned inside the redhead, in and out, angling both their hips to make sure he hit Renji’s prostate every time. Renji was basically putty in his hands, fervently rocking with his rhythm. Shuuhei closed his eyes, his concentration shifting to feeling himself plunge inside that sweet ass and claim this man as his own, to hearing the luscious moans and gasps the younger shinigami kept making.

He continued diving into that sweet velvet- it felt ohso heavenly... Being inside Renji was an orgasm in itself. The way his cock slid in and out seamlessly, pushing into the finest of silks, and the moans he drew out from Renji sent Shuuhei sky-high. The only thing Shuuhei could do, could remotely think of, was to keep going, to draw out every sound he possibly could from the both of them. His forehead fell to the broad, tattooed back before him, every sensation in his body warning him that he would break in half if he even thought of stopping. His breathy sighs swept over Renji's skin, adding to the redhead's shivers. Sweat poured from his pores in earnest now, keeping up with his pace.

Renji's sighs and moans were turning desperate, clearly begging. More. Deeper. Faster. Something, please. Shuuhei ground his teeth together- Renji needed to be louder.

It was against his body's protests that he yanked himself out, giving no warning. Renji made a loud noise of disapproval, caught somewhere between a groan and a whimper. He looked as if his legs would give out at any second. Shuuhei reached over and grabbed a good chunk of scarlet hair- the hair he so loved to touch, to inhale, to practically worship with the rest of the body it belonged to- and pulled, pulling hard enough to bring the younger shinigami upright.

“Hahh!” Renji's eyes were shut tight, the pleasure of his hair pulled too much after his prostate being pounded into. His breathing came in ragged pants. Prying rusty eyes open, he looked over at his lover, his Shuuhei, noting that the fiery expression he saw was probably equal to his own. His arm reached back, cupping dark hair, pulling him closer. Eyes again closed as lips met for a sloppy kiss, their bodies to riled up to really concentrate on it. Shuuhei's hands feverishly ran over tanned skin, so frantically needing to touch him in any way.

The kiss only strengthened Shuuhei's resolve. He needed back in that heat, to hear those moans get stronger and more urgent, to witness his love completely unravel and only for him to see. He needed this man like he needed air. He needed it now.

He pulled away. “Get. On.” His voice was harsh, ridden and too far gone with desire.

But Renji had no comment for it, no remark. He instantly went to comply, knowing exactly what he meant- maybe it was what he was wanting, too? Renji bent over the sarcophagus, steadying himself, the hands on his sides helping. A knee hiked up to rest on the stone, the rest of himself quickly scurrying on top of it completely. He adjusted himself to be lying the length of it, and watched Shuuhei just as quickly climb on to hover above him.

Gods, he couldn't think straight... Not as he placed the slightest of kisses down Renji's stomach. Not as he grabbed Renji's ankles and scooted closer toward that magnificent ass. Not as those glorious legs wrapped around him as he took hold of his manhood, again sinking his cock inside.

Shuuhei held himself up over Renji, carefully watching. His pistoning was gentle, slower, eliciting the sweetest of moans from the younger lieutenant. Like the mere thought of being fucked could get him off. Scarlet eyes opened, half-lidded, his gaze strong, adamant.

More.

It didn’t need to be said aloud. Shuuhei lowered himself to his elbows, their chests, bodies, so achingly close to touching. His speed, his strength, barely changed- if at all. He leaned down to lick at the shell of Renji’s ear.

“I love the way you feel on my cock, Renji…”Shuuhei said quietly, breathlessly, into said person’s ear. A hint of a moan escaped from the redhead; could do better than that…. “Love how you suck me off…. How hard you fuck me… You’re so amazing, Renji… Can’t ever get enough. ”

Renji gasped at his filthy words, nails digging into Shuuhei’s back, hips bucking, angling them just right. Shuuhei quickly held them there. “Your cum- Gods, I love your cum…. The way it tastes…. The way it feels when you cover me in it-“

“Shuuhei!”

His whispers were faster, words now flowing out without even thinking. “Wanna watch you go numb with pleasure as you come… Gonna fuck you so hard you can think of nothing but my name… Gonna make you scream in absolute ecstasy … Want you to- to scream so loud, the very gods can hear… so they know how good it feels when I fuck you-“

“Ahhh!” Renji’s back arched, bringing their sweat-soaked bodies together. The contact, the scream, made Shuuhei completely lose the will to speak. He straightened up, pulling Renji’s legs from around him, holding his ankles far apart and pushing them forward to be in the perfect position. He was reduced to nothing but pounding mercilessly into Renji’s prostate, making the redhead cry out from the force of it, eyes bulging, hands above his head trying to find purchase on something, anything. The redhead’s body shook from the force of each thrust, no idea how to handle the intensity of the sensations.

Shuuhei’s world consisted of nothing but hearing those screams go right though his body and into his manhood, practically feeling each one. Nothing but watching Renji’s face contort in immeasurable, indescribable bliss, watching that mouth as each scream came out. Nothing but the heat gripping his dick as he slid in and out- No. He was still pieced together. He was still calm and in control.

He leaned forward, nearly folding Renji in half, holding himself better. Shuuhei set the leg in his right hand onto his shoulder, freeing it to only shoot it down to Renji’s so ignored erection. He told hold of it and pulled fiercely- Renji all but howled from it, head tipping back, calling-

“SHUUHEI!!!”

Gods yes… That did him in. Shuuhei’s head fell to his chest, finally a moaning mess, relishing every movement and pleasure that came from it. There finally was no thinking, running automatically, so desperate- and those screams- Gods, those screams…

White hot. The perfect cream. Shooting out onto the both of them, Renji shaking with every spasm. His body locked as orgasm took him, the sexiest moan ripping from his throat, leaving his voice hoarse.

“Hahh-!” Stranglehold on his cock was too much. Forever tightening- Oh! Shuuhei’s own body shivered as he again came, sperm covering the inside of his lover, making it slick enough for him to only want to come even more. He didn’t stop moving until the last spurt dribbled from his tip, pushing himself in to the hilt to stay.

Renji’s legs fell from his shoulder, his hands, limp and spent. Shuuhei let himself lay on top of Renji, ear to tattooed chest, listening to them both gasping for breath. The older shinigami was content with staring at the black lines on his lover’s skin, and the slick warmth around his softening member was too comfortable to pull out from.

“Was that loud enough for you?”

Shuuhei hummed in appreciation, gently smiling. “Yes.” He placed sweet kisses onto the skin he was laying on.

“Good to know you got your jollies off, then.”

He chuckled, too weak to really laugh. He brought himself up enough to look down at Renji, at his sated- happy- face. No words; he pressed his lips to Renji’s own. A tender kiss to tell how happy he was as well.

He went to pull himself off the younger lieutenant, but his willpower for anything to do with moving was nonexistent. Shuuhei grunted, managing to pull his flaccid member out halfway. He caved and again collapsed.

“Nope. Can’t move.”

“How do you think I’m gonna fare? I was fucked on a rock. Not only am I gonna be sore, but my back’s gonna kill me…”

“Sorry.”

“Ahh, I’ll deal.”

Taking one more breath of Renji’s scent, Shuuhei picked himself up, willing his tired limbs to slide off the stone to stand-albeit shakily- on the floor. Renji slowly followed suit, his stance even weaker. The trek over to their clothes was not one they looked forward to.

“So we’re gonna just leave it there?”

Shuuhei grinned lopsidedly, knowing exactly what he was referring to. “Yeah. I’d love to see someone’s face when they realize what it is…”

Renji laughed. “We’re so bad…”

Shuuhei found his fundoshi and hakama, getting them on, watching Renji dress from the corner of his eye. (Fondly eyeing the haori as it was put on.) He found his own sleeveless one but hesitated- cum was still smeared on his stomach. He yearned to somehow wash it off before putting clothes on, not wanting it to stick awkwardly to him. Sighing, he ignored it, wincing slightly as he put his haori on anyway.

Once every fold was in place, the shinigami looked at each other. It was like they’d never done a thing, save for Renji’s hair was still down, the bandanna was still gone, and both of them looked ready to pass out on each other.

“Fun idea you had, to come here,” Shuuhei commented as they walked for western side, toward the three doors.

“Yeah…” Renji looked at Shuuhei, his expression mischievous. “Maybe we should defile the prayer room next time.”

“Or the confessional booths…”

END

Now the explanation for the writing of this fic: It was inspired by nameless_thorn and I thinking our usual perverted thoughts in choir class and our poor, unsuspecting teacher saying things that only seemed to fuel us more. XD We were talking about Renji/Shuu making sweet sweet fuck, and he told us (entire choir) that anything we said/thought about had to pertain to choir. So we thought about the couple trying to sing while fucking and we got a laugh out of that. Then he told us to imagine ourselves standing inside the Notre Dame Cathedral, and there’s no one in there but us, and we had to sing loud enough to fill the entire empty space. So then we came up with how that would be… and this fic was born. lol.

So... that was my first attempt at 'dirty talk'. How did I do? -goes to hide-
Any/ALL comments are VEEEERRY appreciated!!! <3 <3

Devour

2008-10-30T20:24:56Z

All right- I've pulled another fic out to blow the dust off of to share with everyone. Need some yaoi smut, anyone? XD Tis the best yaoi smex I've written to this day. T^T I seem to be unable to write better than this.

Title: Devour
Rated NC-17. Period.
Word Count: 9,069
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII: A.C.
Pairing: Reno/Cloud
Summary: It’s party time at Seventh Heaven, and plenty of drinks are going around. Reno watches on jealously as the one he’s wanted for so long is with the one he hates most. But when the opportunity arises, even with warnings and death glares aplenty, he takes the chance and devours what’s not his. Reno/Cloud M/M, one-shot, slightly AU, lemon, yaoi, oral, rim, anal, PWP

Disclaimer: All characters/ places used belong to SquareEnix- I’m just innocently borrowing them and making them do not-so-innocent things. ^-^

Devour

The Seventh Heaven was in full swing of a grand scale party. It seemed like most of Edge City had at least stopped by to see what was going on. The tables and chairs were put outside to allow room for a large dance floor. Tifa was glad she’d stocked up on so much alcohol- everyone had a full glass in their hand as they danced. The bar stools were also full of people. It was a packed house, the fun still going well into the next morning. It was probably around three in the morning by now, and no one yet was going home.

The usual gang filled up half the stools. They were the only ones not being kicked off every once in a while to allow others to sit down. Tseng was talking to Elena on his right; he wasn’t drinking, but the blonde woman was obviously smashed as she continued to hit on him. Vincent was quietly sipping a martini next to her, glancing around when something caught his interest. Barret had stopped in and gone hours ago, leaving to take care of Marlene and Denzel. Yuffie was happily helping Tifa serve everyone his or her beer, Cid talking to both the girls when they could spare a few seconds. To Tseng’s left was Reno; he was facing the crowd with a deep scowl on his face. He brought his sake glass to his lips and took a long drink before directing his attention to who was bringing about his foul mood. The seat next to him was empty, but had an overly large black leather trench coat covering it to make sure no one took it.

Sephiroth was completely shirtless on the dance floor, his glassy eyes saying he was just as drunk as anyone else. Legs were around his waist, arms around his neck with nether regions grinding up against each other. His torso glistened with sweat, hinting that he’d been dancing for quite some time. He held onto the other person’s ass, the one that he’d been dancing so sexually with most of the night. Reno’s glare was glued on the One Winged Angel as he continued to dance with his blonde, spiky haired lover.

Mako-tinged aqua green eyes fell to Cloud’s parted lips as he panted for air. The blonde noticed this and leaned in, right hand coming up to tangle in long silver strands as they made out. Reno resisted the urge to smash his glass into pieces.

Tseng turned the redhead’s seat to take his attention away. “Stop it, Reno,” he said calmly. “Just let it go.” Elena had gone off somewhere for a moment, so he was able to talk to the redhead uninterrupted.

“I can’t,” he replied, having fully turned his seat so he couldn’t see them and was now glaring down at the bar top. He gave an agitated sigh. “It should be against the law or something to want someone this bad…” he said more quietly, “I’m just waiting for that one night when that bastard’s not around, and he’ll be so drunk he’ll let me-“

“And Seph’ll kill you when he finds out,” said Tseng.

“Yeah… I know…” he said in defeat.

The song ended and moved on to another. Sephiroth and Cloud walked up to Reno’s side to take the saved seat. Seph picked up his trench coat and sat, Spiky choosing to remain standing. “Tifa!” he called. “I want the strongest you’ve got!”

She laughed at him. “I don’t know…” she said as she handed Seph a normal beer, “ I think you’ve drank enough…”

The silver haired man gave a hint of a smile. “Just give it to him. I don’t think it’ll hurt.”

Tifa grabbed the correct bottles and a glass. “All right… Don’t blame me if he does something stupid…”

“Having fun, Cloud?” Reno asked, trying to keep the bitterness from his voice. His back was still toward him.

Cloud squeezed in beside Seph and the redhead, taking the sake bottle from him and swallowing a large gulp as he waited on his own drink. “Loads,” he answered. The brunette slid him a murky brown liquid. Without hesitating, he downed half of it in one swig.

She grinned as she refilled Reno’s sake. “My God, Cloud. You’re kind of scaring me…” This caused a good laugh to those who were listening.

Reno nodded his thanks, keeping his sight on the bar top. That look Seph had given him when Cloud stole his sake was one of warning, sending fearful chills down his spine. Just don’t think about it, don’t think about it…

A hand grabbed his left wrist, making him spin around. “Come on,” said Cloud quietly. His sake was taken from his hand again and placed on the table. “You’ve been sitting here all night. Let’s go.” Reno was pulled onto his feet to stumble onto the dance floor.

Tseng cast Sephiroth a glance. “You know how he feels about him, right?” he asked quietly.

Sephiroth turned his seat, watching his boyfriend lead Reno amongst the crowd. “Who doesn’t?” he answered calmly.

“Does Cloud know…?”

The only answer he received for that question was silence.

“I’d be careful, then.” Elena came back and took her seat.

Cloud took him to the back, quite sure they were away from Seph’s hawk-like eyes. The blonde turned around to face him; the look in his eyes almost scared him. “Come on, start dancing.”

He looked around to avoid looking at him. “Cloud, I can’t… Seph-”

Fingers were gently placed on his lips, instantly shutting him up. “Seph can’t see us here…” Arms went around his neck. “Move, Reno. Let go.”

His partially sake-filled mind took over, his body moving with Cloud’s as they begun to dance. Cloud slid his hands down Reno’s thin white-shirted torso, shrinking down to look seductively up at him, head level with his groin. He couldn’t help but faintly gasp at how much it turned him on, that action and expression. Cloud came back up and danced around him, right hand touching him the entire time. His expression held little bits of everything-lust, desire, drunkenness, fun-, his eyes full of fire and his lips parted in a seductive pout. All Reno could do was dance there and take it, feeling those piercing jade eyes somehow still on him. His own eyes followed Cloud closely whenever he wasn’t behind him, not seeing him only teasing him further. He didn’t know what to do anymore, only able to watch the blonde move his hips and legs to the beat, watching that tempting expression never change.

Cloud stopped in front of him, looking dead straight into his eyes. His hands went to the redhead’s hips. “You’re good,” he mumbled, starting to move his hips in time with his own. Cloud took a step closer so their privates were almost touching. Reno looked away from such hypnotic blue to gaze downward at how close they were. He kept himself from arcing his back so they were touching, or just pulling the young man into a ferocious kiss, one filled with all the unspoken and suppressed feelings he had.

The blonde glanced down as well to see how Reno was moving. “That’s it. Keep it going just like that.” Without warning, he turned and leaned on Reno, hands going to grope his thighs. He stared down in surprise and horror as Cloud grinded and gyrated his back end against him. He could barely breathe as it continued, every alluring movement still matching the song’s beat.

If he’d been sober, he would’ve instantly pushed him off to not risk revealing his deep desires. Revealing them would mean answering to Sephiroth, and that was a lost battle before it even begun. Now that both of them were more than drunk and the opportunity was willingly presented, he went with it. Sephiroth again crossed his mind; he moved with Cloud, slowly repositioning him so their backs were toward the bar. Any actions done to each other now wouldn’t be seen unless he came over. Perfect…

He put his hands on the delivery boy’s hips, somewhat guiding his actions. His head leaned down to nuzzle the base of Cloud’s neck. There was the scent of alcohol, sweat from all the dancing, cologne he’d put on before he came, and his own unique scent that couldn’t be tainted by anything. All of it combined seemed to intoxicate him more than any of the sake he’d had the past few hours. It was the first time he’d been able to get close to Cloud like this, since Seph was always at his side or practically stalking him with his eyes. He slowly inhaled again, really wishing a hard on wouldn’t come about because of all this.

Cloud chuckled as he guided Reno’s hands to lie on his well-formed abdomen. The Turk could easily feel his muscles through his shirt; the back of his mind quietly groaned in approval. “You’re catching on…” he said quietly, his voice layered with seduction. He pressed himself harder against his body.

It flew out of his mouth before he could stop it. “I want you…” Reno breathed in his ear, now nuzzling the back of it. Their movements slowed, his hands inching inside Cloud’s shirt to feel his skin.

The blonde quietly moaned at the touch. “Let’s leave.”

“But what about Seph?” His tongue came out and slowly licked the back of Cloud’s ear teasingly.

“Never mind him.” He was leaning completely against the redhead as hands roamed over his chest, his head resting back on the other’s shoulder. They were barely moving anymore, merely shifting from one foot to another, concentrating more on the touching. “Let’s go to my place.”

But you and Seph live together…! He brushed the thought aside; if Cloud was saying to go there, then it had to be safe, at least for a while. “… All right.” He pulled his hands out from under the shirt and let him turn around. Deep cerulean only glanced into his own for a split second before heading toward the bar, grabbing his hand as he passed. He allowed himself to again be dragged through the crowd, this time with more hope.

He was let go of when they were in Sephiroth’s line of sight.

The song ended and moved onto another; Cloud approached the bar with only the faintest of a smile like nothing had happened. Reno came up more slowly, fully catching another one of the One Winged Angel’s death glances. He concentrated on watching Yuffie serve sake to Rude, who had just come in to join the party, as the blonde went up and gave a one-arm embrace to his lover.

He mentally smirked. He’s all mine tonight, and it’ll be in your bed, the very same one you both sleep in. And there’s never going to be the slightest hint that it ever happened… he thought with satisfaction. It’s what kept his usual flare of jealously from returning as they kissed in the corner of his line of sight.

“I’m heading home,” Cloud announced.

“What? Already?” Tifa questioned. “I figured you’d stay longer…”

Sephiroth looked up at him from his seat. He now had his favorite and trademark trench coat back on. “Who’s taking you home? No one’s sober enough to drive.”

A faint smile formed on Cloud’s face, one that usually worked on the silver-haired warrior whenever he needed reassured. “Reno said he would. He’s far from being completely drunk-“ He turned to look at the redhead. Reno caught the gleam in his eye that said to play along. “Right, Reno?”

Reno also smiled. “Yeah, I’ll get him home safe.”

“I’m surprised at you,” said Rude. “I just get here, and you’re leaving a party early? What’s wrong with you?”

He shrugged. “I’m just driving him home… I might come back…”

“Why’re you leaving, Cloud?” asked Vincent.

The ex-SOLDIER’s smile died, keeping up his lying. It seemed to come to him much more naturally with a liquor-filled head. “The buzz is wearing off, and I really don’t want Tifa cleaning up any mess I might make.”

Seph tightened his hold on the blonde. “All right.”

Cloud stayed in his arms calmly, not even casting a glance at Reno, who was by Rude drinking one last sake with his mind full of gloating toward the one he hated most. “When’re you leaving? It’s gonna be boring without me…”the mercenary calmly asked.

“Not for a while. I’ll be fine.” Sephiroth answered. Reno chose the moment to come over and hint to Cloud that he was ready to go. Seph’s attention went to him, his soft emerald eyes turning hard as stone and relentless. “Make sure he gets home all right. “

He easily caught the message those cold eyes were sending- Keep your filthy hands off him, or you’ll dearly pay. He kept himself from laughing out loud. “Of course I will.” He looked at Cloud. “Ready?”

Cloud gave a nod, and both said their good-byes on the way out. Both managed to keep any sort of expression that might hint at what they were planning to do from peeking out until they were in the summer night (morning) air. A smirk crept onto Reno’s features, completely feeling like he was golden now that they’d fooled the great Sephiroth. Cloud looked down at the ground to make his bangs hide his eyes as they went for Reno’s car; any talk of what was to occur soon was silently agreed to not be talked about until they were safely in the car.

The doors were already unlocked. Cloud was inside before Reno could pull out his keys. His smirk only widened. He was in for a fun night- he was liking this every second. Calm as he could, hoping the cackling laughter in his head directed to Sephiroth for being so gullible and trusting of his smashed boyfriend couldn’t be heard, he opened the door of the driver’s side and slid in. Dazzling sapphire watched his every move; even as he shut the door, he knew eyes were on him, and it wasn’t giving the cold chill that Seph’s did.

He sat there for a moment, keys in hand. Cloud was still expectantly watching him, but he couldn’t bring himself to move. They were away from everyone else. Cloud was temporarily free of his silver-haired stalker. The Turk contemplated on just sweeping over in one quick motion to pin the awaiting blonde to the door and let loose at least a small portion of all the things that he had been keeping pent up for the younger adult. It was like he knew what Reno wanted to do, just sitting there, waiting. The redhead shook himself free of it, only a few seconds passing in reality. “Wait until we’re away from here,” he said aloud, more to them both than just himself. He pushed the key into the slot and made the vehicle come to life. Once it was ready to go, his right hand settled itself on Cloud’s left thigh as he steered them out of the bar’s lot.

“I’ve never… cheated before…” Cloud said quietly, looking distantly out at the road in front of them.

Reno smiled. “You’re in for a ride of your life.” He rubbed and gently squeezed the leg under his hand. “Maybe even better than one your precious Sephiroth can give.”

Again, Cloud only hinted at a smile- or was that one a smirk? “We’ll see.”

Conversation stopped, due to the fact that what was on their minds was the same thing, and didn’t need to be voiced aloud. Not yet, anyway.

Another ten minutes passed, Reno pulled to a stop in front of the residence that Cloud shared with a certain someone that was to remain unmentioned for the rest of the night. Cloud’s hand was on his, and had slowly guided it up his thigh so that it was mere centimeters away from fully groping his crotch. The redhead took his hand back and turned the car off, allowing Cloud to get out. He’d only been here once, to drop something off to Cloud from the President (He’d requested the mission, thus stealing it from Elena. She didn’t need to be coming around here, anyway, and at the time it’d been far too long since he’d seen his favorite swordsman.), and it looked quite different now in the darkness than it did in daylight. He got out and took a good look at it. It managed to look like a Cloud-house in the sun and a Sephiroth-house in the moonlight. Interesting… but pushed from thought as Cloud grabbed his hand and guided him to the door.

There was another pause to let the blonde fish around in his pockets for the house key and let themselves inside. Reno was the first to go in, looking around with interest at the place his lover of the night and his lover shared. Nothing really caught his eye- not a single light was on, and squinting was making his head hurt. Cloud came in behind him and instantly locked the door again.

“Nice place,” the Turk commented, “From what little I can see, anyway…”

Cloud quietly chuckled. It was spiked with seduction, hands delicately touching his lower back to gently move him. “Thanks, but all those lights’re staying off,” he whispered into his ear. The touch went on to his hips, his abdomen. The feelings Reno had gotten at Seventh Heaven’s dance floor were flooding back. “To your right, down to the room at the end.”

Another moment where he kept himself from grinning. Guess where I am, asshole! Guess where your precious prize is leading me! All willingly!

There were frames along the wall on his right, but the darkness made it pointless to try and see what they showed. They passed the bathroom to the left, then a closet… Reno’s legs were turning into lead. He had a pressing urge to just…

The redhead stopped, making Cloud stop as well. “What?” he heard the young man question; it was like his head instantly became the drunkest and fog-filled it’d ever been in his life. His brain didn’t quite process what exactly Cloud had said. He turned and looked at the one he’d been wanting and lusting after for such a long time. His arms came up- not too quickly so as to not alarm the blonde- and pushed on his shoulders, backing him into the wall. A faint gasp of surprise still escaped once he was pinned, only a split second before Reno glided in and crushed their lips together.

He wanted to melt. No wonder Seph liked kissing him so much- such soft lips… It was like pressing his lips onto smooth silk. So full and alluring… He didn’t wait to worm his tongue into the other’s mouth. A groan almost surfaced, his eyes clamping shut tighter. The groan instead came from Cloud’s throat, as if emitting the noise for him. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to tell that the mercenary wanted this just as much as he did. He felt arms go around him, a hand settling up in his red hair to hold his head there. The kiss was hunger-filled and passionate, the tang of alcohol still in their mouths. Beside that, Cloud tasted sweet and gentle to him, making him vaguely wonder what the rest of him tasted like. A soft moan came from the blonde, further stimulating all what was pent up deep inside his body. Reno pressed his hips harder against the other man and tilted his head to get a better angle, earning another moan.

The Turk backed off to catch his breath. Moonlight coming in from various windows at least dimly lit the place, so much as to see the reflection off a beautiful shade of cerulean. He hoped like hell that he would remember this image in the morning and for the rest of his life, since he probably would never get the chance to see it again. He didn’t need to be able to see properly to make out Cloud’s expression- it was the kind of expression he was sure was on his own face, and the dim light only accented the desire in his eyes.

A hand touched his, snapping him from his daze. “Let’s go,” said Cloud gently. Any louder would seem out of place in such silence. Reno gave a nod, and once more the blonde was leading him to their destination.

The entire bedroom was bathed in pale white moonlight, the shadows it cast darker than any night sky. To their left were two glass doors leading to a patio in the back yard. The curtains were merely of white lace, allowing the sensual light to enter. In front of them was a king sized bed, its headboard against the wall to the right and the bed facing the patio doors. A small dark wooded bedside table was to the left of the bed, with a small lamp on it. The wall the entrance to the room was on held the closet- walk-in, from the looks of it-, and two chests of drawers.

He was staring into a rectangular mirror on the wall in front of him, hanging above the bed, but not really seeing his reflection. The glare off it was too white and blinding; he was afraid to see what it would show, anyway. An expression of desperation, pent up emotions and desires, all ready to be released in the next few moments? A bastard leading on a man to be the equivalent of scum, just like himself, was what he was sure he’d see. He didn’t want to look at that just yet.

How many screams had these walls heard? How often? What scandalous and unmentioned things had they seen? A part of him didn’t want to know, but yet he was still semi-curious. Just how good was the great and powerful One Winged Angel? Ah well… he thought as he watched Cloud come to stand in front of him. I’ll stain it all, with screams caused by me, and my name being the one whispered. I’ll out perform every thing that has occurred in this bed…

The blonde pulled on his hips to bring him closer, only to faintly touch Reno’s lips with his own. The barely there kiss, the tease made Reno breathless for more. His eyes were lustful as he watched Cloud go to the bed and sit on the edge, waiting for him to make a move. The mercenary looked up at him as he came to where he was sitting, standing between his open legs. He shrugged off the midnight blue blazer of his Turk uniform, letting it gracefully fall to the floor. He then reached up pulled off the goggles perched on his forehead and let them fall on top of his blazer. Sparkling blue fell with it for a split second, then looked up again. This time it was Reno with the parted lips, the seductive pout. The blonde got to his feet, standing less than an inch away from Reno. He drew the redhead toward him and into a kiss. Tongues tangled with each other as Cloud pulled Reno with him onto the bed behind them.

Emerald eyes gradually opened, the most handsome, pale, beautiful, face hovering above him and waiting. He wasted no time in tangling his fingers in golden locks and pulling him down into a ravenous kiss. A barely audible groan finally escaped from the redhead as he felt Cloud reposition himself to be straddling his upper thighs, delicate hands busy with unbuttoning his shirt. He slipped under the deliverer’s own shirt to grip his waist, holding him in the perfect position he was in.

Reno gently sucked on the other’s upper lip, then the opposite one before ending the kiss. His torso was exposed to the air and his lover’s hungry eyes, hands now roaming over it with feathery touches. A let out a ragged breath as a thumbnail scraped over a nipple. Swollen lips moved down and gently kissed at the side of his neck; he turned it slightly to the right to let him have more access.

He watched Cloud make a trail down his torso, taking his time with placing gentle kisses. None of them were harsh, no love bites were made; just a simple, teasing pressing of lips against his skin. It made Reno’s skin crawl, becoming worse as Cloud made his way further down. Sapphire finally looked up at him upon reaching his pants, a seductive stare as hands worked to undo them. Reno allowed it, further aroused by the gaze. Once they were undone, Cloud held the pants as Reno pulled himself out of them seamlessly, his strong arms behind him as he pulled himself out to be sitting up. The blonde continued to pull the rest off, casually tossing them to the floor.

The Turk came back to be sitting against the wall, never taking his eyes off his one-night lover. Cloud crawled up to his lap, pulling away from Reno’s eyes to cast a glance down at the hardened cock before him. He smirked up at the Turk at his distress, grabbing the shaft at the base.

A tongue ran up the underside of his dick before fully taking it into his mouth. Reno gasped at the pleasure, his body curling around Cloud’s head. Cerulean opened at his reaction, looking up at him as he started bobbing his head, making the dick go in and out of his mouth steadily. His entire body tensed up; he could do no more than hold Cloud’s head as it worked, fingers tightly weaved within blonde stands. Eyes closed tightly, unable to take the stars that kept shooting off in his vision. He panted in time with the strokes of the mouth, his breath hitching in his throat.

Cloud let the organ slide out of his mouth, now fully coated in saliva. He barely let the tip of his tongue touch the head of his cock to lap up a bead of precum that leaked out from the slit. This earned another faint gasp for Reno from the teasing; eyes opened to look down at his lover- the expression the deliverer wore was just asking for it.

He kissed at his inner thighs, nipping and licking a trail closer to Reno’s nether regions. Cloud, agonizingly slow, licked up Reno’s shaft again, pressing harder on the vein, finally causing a true moan to surface from the Turk.

He unconsciously curled again, legs bending toward him, as the head was kissed, licked, and sucked on. Cloud relaxed his throat, swallowing the redhead whole. Reno’s head hit the wall, back arching and a choked moan coming from him, Cloud relentlessly giving him head. He huffed heavily, his legs spreading to give the ex-SOLDIER more room to work. He trembled from the pleasure racking his body; he couldn’t help but slightly thrust into Cloud’s mouth, taking him in to the base. He could feel the fire spreading in his abdomen, his orgasm ever close.

“Cloud…” he moaned.

It was such an erotic sight; the one he’d wanted so long, giving the best head he’d ever gotten in his life. His shaft was slick with saliva. Another moan escaped from him, his cheeks as red as his hair. He brought his right hand from Cloud’s hair and put it on his smooth cheek, sliding it back to his ear. The action made Cloud look up and into bright green. Those eyes were so smirking, loving what he was doing to him. Reno’s hand then hooked under Cloud’s chin, lifting it away from his privates.

The mercenary sat up and patiently waited as Reno recovered, catching his breath and letting the pleasure spasms pass.

“I’m getting you back for that…” Reno managed to say.

Cloud smirked at him. “It was good, though.”

A smirk also went on the redhead’s lips. “Can’t deny that.”

He reached over to the hem of Cloud’s black shirt, pulling up on it. Taking the hint, the blonde straightened and his arms going up as it was pulled over his head, exposing his torso. His body was milky white in the moonlight, the seductive pout on his lips only adding to his beauty. It was like his smooth skin was glowing, and the blonde hair only highlighted it all. It vaguely reminded the Turk of an angel… The familiar pain in Reno’s heart intensified at the alluring sight, wanting him even more.

Reno dropped the shirt, pulling Cloud over to the pillows to lie down. “It’s my turn now.” He slid up Cloud’s body, coming to a stop at his thighs. He scanned his one-night lover’s body lying on that huge bed as he shrugged his own shirt off his shoulders. The usual ache flared up again, this time more intense than ever before. So damn beautiful, just lying there, waiting, silently pleading to be taken… “How bad do you want me?” he asked seductively.

Cloud watched him slink up to be eye-level with him, fully hovering above his body. They were a good half a foot away from each other, but Reno could easily feel the heat radiating from Cloud’s body. The mercenary put his arms around his neck, pulling him down to whisper thickly into his ear, “Bad…”

It hit him. He was staring at the pillow, not even looking into those sultry eyes, and it hit him. He wanted to taste, lick, nibble, do everything, to every crevice on this man’s body, every single one he could get his greedy mouth on. He wanted this man to experience such a mind-blowing bliss he’d never felt before. He just wanted to take this man into his body, claim him as his own, just eat him alive…

Control was shattering fast. He reached down and squeezed Cloud’s hips, keeping himself form disposing of the last layers of clothing between them. He kept his mouth occupied by licking the outer shell of Cloud’s ear and taking the lobe into his mouth, letting it slide out only to be repeated again. “I wanna devour you,” he said, unable to hide the pure lust in his voice. He slid a few inches down, impatiently licking at the perfect neck below him. “I wanna devour everything, every inch.” He went down further, his hands roaming over silky smooth skin, memorizing with his fingertips. He placed kisses on Cloud’s neck and left shoulder. “Lick… and suck… and bite.” He sucked a little harder, nibbling on the shoulder bone, making the blonde wince and emit a quiet moan. “Make you writhe in ecstasy…” His hands ventured down to the hipbone, pressing harder, teasingly getting close to nether regions. “Take you into me…” he whispered.

Cloud shifted so their hips were pushed against each other. It was an instant reminder just how much they both wanted this, and the touch intensified the longing. “Then devour me,” he whispered back.

A cocksure grin surfaced. “Heh…” He wasn’t about to hold back any longer. It was finally time to let it all go. “Remember… You asked for it.”

Lips came down upon Cloud’s left shoulder, not hesitating with sinking teeth into the tender flesh. This earned a gasp of arousal, his hips bucking right into awaiting Reno’s hands. The blonde’s jeans were unsnapped and zipped, teeth sinking in further. A faint moan escaped from his lover; Reno then lessened his hold on the shoulder, taking to gently nipping at it and sucking, fearlessly making his mark. Once the pants were completely open and ready to be taken off, he squeezed Cloud’s hips and moved down the angel’s body, leaving little love bites and kisses in his wake. He reached the nipples, the redhead’s mouth engulfing the right one. He swirled the nub around in his mouth, furiously licking and biting, scratching and rubbing the other with his hand; Cloud whimpered at the teasing, writhing at the dim pleasure.

Pants and boxers were slid downward as Reno made his way further. The ex-SOLDIER’s erection was slowly revealed; Reno cast a peek at it as he kissed near the blonde’s navel. He was quite sure Cloud heard his moan of appreciation. Reno sat up to finish taking off the last clothing between them. He then paused, the fabrics falling from his hands. All he could do was stare; this body was more than perfect, he could never begin to describe it. The only thing he could compare it to was still an angel, a perfect angel. He was caught breathless. His sight slowly worked its way up to lock onto mako-enhanced sapphire- they were taunting him, telling him to do whatever he wanted. Egging him on; go ahead, Reno, completely lose yourself now.

He’s drunk… He would’ve never done this sober… He may even regret it…

He fell onto his blonde lover, lips crashing onto lips. The kiss was heated, Cloud not attempting to hide his lustful moan. Strong arms held the Turk tightly against seething hot skin.

Reno left a trail of love bites down Cloud’s neck, earning a sigh. He nipped at the skin hard, leaving angry marks in his wake. “Where is it?” he mumbled.

What if… Sephiroth … comes home? What’ll… we do then…?

“Drawer. In the back.”

He leaned up to the table and yanked out the drawer. His hand fumbled around inside, going further back until he nudged what definitely felt like a bottle. He brought it out into the dim light, casting a quick glance at the label to make sure he grabbed the right thing. Smirking at the ‘Strawberry flavored’ bit, he didn’t hesitate pouring a gracious amount onto his right hand.

What am I saying? Once in a lifetime… Only chance…

He came to Cloud’s hips and looked up. “How many times do you think I can make you come?” he said, voice dripping with lust.

Mako-enhanced sapphire were closed. His body writhed in longing. “I don’t care…” he whispered.

A lubed hand reached down, his middle finger tracing the entrance. “But you should. What do you say, two? Three?” He made only the tip go inside. Cloud pushed himself down on it, demanding to go deeper. He chuckled darkly. “Not yet…” He smeared more lube at the entrance before taking his hand and sliding it down the engorged shaft. Cloud gasped and arched off the bed. Jade watched hungrily as he slowly, teasingly, jerked off the blonde, slippery hand working ceaselessly. Seeing the expression on Cloud’s face, the pained expression of pure pleasure, made him want to fuck the angel into the ground and not stop until he could move no more. But no. More teasing needed to be done. To see an expression of ecstasy, and hear sounds of undeniable begging…

He rubbed down on the shaft, moving on to smear lubricant onto his testicles. Cloud whimpered, grasping at the sheets at either side of him. Reno took his time fondling them, raising the tension for what was to come. Once they were good and slick as well, he spared no spot of skin as he ventured further down, coating everything between Cloud’s legs in the shiny goo. He then came to the puckered entrance, the one he so longed for. His middle finger played with the cleft of his ass, refusing to delve inside. Cloud panted in annoyance, squirming as if trying to get the elusive finger inside. Reno fully complied, burying the finger deep, the mercenary grunting at the sudden intrusion.

It was well lubed, moving at the same pace he’d used with jerking off. He curved it, scraping around the walls. He hit what he was looking for upon hearing a choked cry come from his lover. He hit the sweet spot over and over, agonizingly slow. Cloud writhed languidly, sounds spilling unchecked from his lips. With a smirk in place, Reno decided to take it a step further. His finger exited, an angry whine erupting. It was paused, however, as a tongue pressed against the previously filled hole.

“Ahh….”

Reno swirled around, lapping up the strawberry flavor as he probed at the entrance. One hand was holding Cloud’s legs open, the other reaching up to rub at his arousal. Cloud reached up to hold onto the pillow- something, anything. His body trembled at the sweet torture, the pleasure rattling him to the very core. Reno incessantly licked, his eyes closed to concentrate on the delicious sounds he was receiving. When he was sure Cloud was going mad, he tossed it up, licking a trail to the blonde’s weeping cock. He smeared the precum leaking from the tip onto his lips as his finger once again dived inside.

Cloud hurriedly ripped out the hair tie binding Reno’s locks, tossing it across the room and tangling his fingers into red. The Turk took him in his entirety, a complete mouthful of Cloud. He hummed around it, adding vibration. He stroked Cloud’s core in time with giving head, causing Cloud’s body to curl. It was becoming harder for him to hide his moans as they became more apparent.

“Do you want me to swallow…?” said Reno. He sucked on the tip, wriggling his finger. “Or maybe you want it on me…?” He took him all the way, the moan it caused unhidden. “Just imagine, me… covered in cum…”

“Reno…” the blonde gasped, pulling at crimson strands.

“Well….?” He sped up his finger, hitting it over and over and over relentlessly. The screaming almost made him lose it.

“Swallow-!” Cloud choked out.

In reply, Reno took him in, practically making love to the dick in his mouth. He hummed and hummed and fingered him, until he felt as if his scalp was about to get pulled off and a cry of release echoed in the room. He couldn’t help but moan as seed shot straight at the back of his throat, swallowing every drop as more spurted out. He sucked on it eagerly, drawing out that cry, licking at the slit, wanting to taste it all. Once it was sucked dry, he released the organ and exited the blonde’s ass, allowing him to recover. “Payback’s a bitch, ain’t it, babe?” he asked smugly.

“Shut up…” Cloud panted back.

Reno was on his knees, towering over his lover. He casually fondled the mercenary as he stared down at him. “You’re still kinda hard after that… I wonder just how long you can go…?” he said, infamous cocky grin in place to mock him.

He had to stifle a moan, his dick hypersensitive from cumming and having it stroked was making him rigid again. “Depends on how good you are.”

“You’ll see.” He leaned down and licked at the head again, eliciting a weak moan. Reno played around with it with his tongue, loving how the shaft was quickly twitching back to life in his hand. He continued on until it was at half-mast, then let go. “Roll over,” he commanded. Cloud didn’t hesitate to reply; Reno caught the flash of excitement on the blonde’s face. “Oh, don’t get the wrong idea, babe. I’m far from finishing with you.” He pulled the voluptuous ass toward him, bringing Cloud to his knees.

A wet muscle again swept over the crack, earning a sigh. Cloud’s hands were balled up under his chest, his head off to the left to breathe. He couldn’t help but press closer to Reno, craving more contact. The redhead understood, his left hand holding open the cleft to reach inside easier. Again he dived, this time sticking in his tongue as far as he could. The mercenary bit his lip to suppress a moan; the mere thought of practically getting fucked by a tongue made his cock jump, becoming fuller. Reno reached under with his free hand to fondle the hardening shaft, helping it along to its full splendor.

Cloud rocked with Reno’s rhythm, taking in the tongue as much as he could. It added friction to Reno’s awaiting hand, hence not taking long to be fully erect once more. Sighs escalated to whimpers, gradually becoming louder and more maddening to Reno’s ears. It was driving him nuts; the puckered entrance on his lips was more than ready, the cock in his hand was throbbing for release, Cloud was crying for him to take him over the edge… Yet he felt he needed to do more before taking the plunge into that delicious awaiting heat.

He took hold of Cloud’s hips, holding him still. His mouth left his ass, a strained whimper of protest cutting through the room. He moved on to lick at the top of the cleavage line, a shiver stopping that whimper. He lapped at it, the man trembling in his grasp. Up he went, nipping and licking at the blonde’s spine. The whole body was jerking, the whimpers far from protesting now. He came to his sensitive neck, biting at the back of it.

“Reno…” the mercenary growled. He thrust his back end backward, successfully pressing it against Reno’s weeping, neglected need.

The redhead hissed and nipped a little harder, an equal hiss coming from his lover. “I know you want me to fuck you senseless, but have patience.” He ran the tip of his tongue along the edge of his ear. “I want to devour you properly…”

“Just hurry up and fuck me, damn it….” he commanded through his teeth.

The Turk smirked- he had to be teetering on the edge to say such a thing... “Hmm…” he mocked, as if in thought. He then leaned in and whispered, his voice husky, “I think I’ll take you up on that offer.”

He rolled onto his right side, taking Cloud with him. His fat cock glided seamlessly into the entrance before him, it’s tight heat accepting his entirety. Reno faintly groaned at the small taste of pleasure, eager to have more. His left hand was on Cloud’s hip, pulling the mercenary closer to him, holding him still; Cloud’s own came back to grasp his firm ass, pushing, his silent begging to go on.

Hips rocked maddeningly slow, going nowhere near as fast as he could. It felt so good, so right, inside the blonde. His eyes closed automatically, savoring this pleasurable high to remember it the rest of his life. His sigh was silent, his body on autopilot, in and out, his forehead falling to the soft-skinned shoulder in front of him.

Cloud wiggled his own hips around, his movements subtle, trying to get the Turk to hit his prostate deep inside. Reno acknowledged this; the hand on the blonde’s hip slipped down and languidly fondled him, receiving a lazy moan. He wasn’t going fast or deep enough to stroke that particular place- it was to be saved for later. But it seemed to be not enough, only an even more exasperating tease; he was so desperately trying to maximize the sensations, moving faster into Reno’s hand and onto his shaft. His whimpers were quiet, as if attempting to mask his distress.

“Harder…” he whispered.

The redhead smirked at what he was causing. His hand slid away, now simply thrusting into his awaiting ass. He moved his lover’s thigh backward onto his own, making it so that nothing was touching his over-stimulated arousal, unable to cause friction there to help it.

He couldn’t resist the temptation. “Beg…” Reno whispered hungrily into the other’s ear.

He watched Cloud grind his teeth at his predicament. It was like he refused to fully submit and give in to him. Fine. He continued to go as slow as he could, agonizing so as to push him to the edge but get no satisfaction from it. The mercenary’s moans were being held in as much as he could help it, moaning from the sheer thought of being fucked. A hand came down to impatiently pick up where Reno had left him, but was hastily smacked away. But Reno couldn’t exactly concentrate on his thoughts- it just felt too damn good as he waited for Cloud to give in.

It took a lot less than he thought it would.

“Please…” Cloud moaned out only for him to hear.

He felt a little sad, since he had to break away from this pleasure. “All right,” he said softly, gently pulling himself out. It was okay- something better was to come. Now was where he proved himself, to be better than his beloved Sephiroth. He broke out in a thin sweat as he sat up, letting Cloud lie down completely. He couldn’t look away from those fiery eyes, those angered by all the procrastinating and eager to be finally thrown over the edge. It was one of the sexiest things he’d ever seen, and there was no way he was denying either of them any longer.

Hands took hold of ankles as he hurriedly scooted into position, bending legs to make it easier. He was so swollen, in such need, he didn’t require his hands to aid in entering him again. Taking advantage of this, Reno delayed not, slamming into Cloud as hard as he could. The blonde gasped, his eyes bugging out, back arching off the bed. Again, slam, releasing a pent up scream, filling the room. The wooden headboard smacked into the wall. Crimson locks fell about his shoulders, forming a sort of curtain around them. His eyelids fluttered at the intensity, his entire body reacting to the small dose. Reno placed the ankles onto his lower back, letting strong legs wrap around him as he leaned down an engaged in a hungry kiss.

His pace sped up, his rocking merciless. The headboard gently pounded into the wall in time with his thrusts. Moans surfaced between them, being swallowed by the other in the kiss. Their tongues untangled and lips unlocked only to heavily breathe, the redhead never stopping. His knuckles were ghostly white from how tightly he held the sheets at Cloud’s sides. Emerald were locked onto sapphire, neither backing down their gaze at the other; half-lidded, hungry, passionate, drowning in passion…

Cloud’s arms went around his torso, dull fingernails digging trails into his skin, slowly making their way down. The scraping stung, but extracted a short moan from him and only seemed to add more pleasure to all the sensations. Sighs of the utmost bliss were right in his ear as his head drooped from the nail treatment.

“Reno…” was breathed huskily. His teeth clenched, his name being whispered putting him into a pleasurable high. His right hand unconsciously ungrasped the sheets and shot in-between them, having a firm hold on Cloud’s manhood. He beat him off quickly, effortlessly with the aid of all the lube and saliva coating. The sighs escalated to screams, head tossing back, body arching, nails digging deeper. Reno’s head fell to his lover, eyes clamping shut, groaning. His speed never wavered, teetering on the razor-like cliff of orgasm.

A cry, not unlike the one heard before, rang out, loud enough to fill the entire home. Cloud’s body froze, trembling uncontrollably, death grip on Reno’s back. Hot liquid shot out hard between them, catching onto their stomachs. The blonde’s insides tensed, clenching tightly around Reno’s hardness. Cloud was still shooting creamy cum as the redhead bit down on his shoulder to quiet his elevated groan, barely able to continue going as his own seed spilled. He shot far inside, hitting his core somewhere deep in there. Both whimpered as they rode out their orgasms, neither refused to relax until it was all over.

They were panting quite differently now. Reno rose up to look down at his lover, feeling nothing but pure satisfaction. They were covered in sweat, both covered in sticky, drying cum. But he didn’t mind; all he could do was stare into those sleepy, peaceful azure eyes looking up at him. He pulled his clean hand off the bed and swept away a stray strand of blonde, receiving a gentle smile that melted his heart. His mind was blank as he leaned down and placed a tender kiss on those silky lips.

Once sliding out from Cloud’s body, Reno allowed himself to collapse heavily beside the mercenary. He took a deep breath, completely relaxing. He scooted closer to the angelic, now-defiled body, craving his warmth. They laid there in silence, simply recovering; no words were needed. It was a pleasant silence, bearable, as they gathered their thoughts and made sense of them.

“You still drunk?” Reno asked. He was using Cloud’s left shoulder as his pillow, stare fixated on an abused nipple.

Cloud sleepily smiled up at the ceiling. “Yeah… A bit.”

He chuckled a little. “Damn. I didn’t completely fuck it out of you like I’d hoped to.”

The blonde slipped from the redhead, turning to lie on his side and gaze down at him. A smirk was upon his lips. “Want to go at it again, then?”

It was a full-blown laugh now. “No… I think I got enough of you for now.” His eyes opened, his stare soft. “I’ve wanted you for a while,” he admitted quietly.

“Well, you finally got a piece of me.”

No… He didn’t think of it like that. Gods, no. As he lay there at his side, comfortable and at peace, he didn’t want to leave. He suddenly envied Sephiroth more than ever, being able to lay like this with him every day and night. He wanted to completely take Cloud away from the One Winged Angel, make him totally his own, not have to worry about being caught like this…

But this was good, too… to just have a small taste of what its like…

His hand slid onto his cheek, fingers sliding into his silky hair. “It’s not like that, babe,” he said.

Cloud seemed to understand what he meant. With no warning, he leaned down and captured his lips, initiating a lazy passionate kiss. There was no effort put forth into it; it was a simple tangling of tired tongues, only wanting another taste.

The mercenary backed off. His gaze traveled over the Turk’s nudity, the pads of his fingertips roaming over his chest. “I’d do it again…” he whispered.

It was Reno’s turn to smirk. Ha ha hah, Sephiroth! Hear that?!

“Are you sure ‘bout that? It’s risky business, wanting to go behind Seph’s back again…”

Cerulean looked into jade. “I don’t care.”

All he could do was stare incredulously. It’s a dream… Wake me up, already. It has to be too good to be true. Too fragile…

He watched Cloud glance up, but those eyes did a quick double take. The second round, they stayed there, growing in horror. He seemed to have forgotten how to breathe in that one second.

So fragile, it takes one person, one second, to shatter it. I knew it was too good to be true…

He didn’t want to see who Cloud was so suddenly scared of. Didn’t need to. But he did anyway, just to get it over with. It was inevitable; only one person could be standing there in the doorway, able to unlock the front door and stalk to the bedroom silent as the night.

Sephiroth’s gaze darted around; two naked bodies on his bed-one being his Cloud- furiously red marks all over his Cloud’s shoulders and torso, table drawer wide open, clothes scattered upon the floor, his bottle of lube on the floor amongst the clothes, crimson hair uncharacteristically out of it’s pony tail and feathered out across his pillow, drying cum on both of their abdomens, both stares of absolute surprise and horror. He stood there calmly, expressionless, unmoving.

Reno’s insides squirmed in those few seconds it took for those mako-enhanced eyes to see what they had done. He was busted. He was about to die. He didn’t want to die. Cloud just told him he wanted to-

It didn’t show on his face, but was rather in his eyes. Seething anger. Fury. Something you scream and run away from. It was directed onto Cloud, who stared unflinchingly back. It was like he had to concentrate, force himself to not look elsewhere, to direct that hating glare on who he really wanted it on.

In reality, only about five seconds passed. It was the longest few seconds of Reno’s life.

“Get. Out.”

Ooh… That fury was in his voice, too. Any sharper, it would have cut him into shreds. But he instantly didn’t care. He was full of gloating now- he’d won. He’d went right under his nose and stolen his precious Cloud away. Even better, he- Cloud! - had said he’d do it again! HA! He had to keep himself from grinning as he sat up, taking his sweet time getting off the bed. An air of flamboyancy was about him, unafraid. He made sure to turn at the right angles as he gathered his clothes and hurriedly put on his pants, showing off all the welts on his back.

He knew he was being an idiot, begging for the general to impale him on Masamune; he should have dashed and made a beeline straight for the nearest door… But he couldn’t help but rub it in, that he’d gotten Cloud. It was his greatest achievement. The air was thick with tension, just waiting for him to leave. He took it step by step, not casting a glance on his lover on the bed, or at said lover’s boyfriend. His head was high as he passed Sephiroth to go to the front door, and a smirk finally slipped when they were side-by-side.

But now Cloud was in trouble… Hmm… That wasn’t part of the plan. Not good. He finally made beeline and shut the door behind himself, leaning on it. The kid was strong. He could take anything Sephiroth dished out… right? He sighed heavily, breathing in the early morning air. He could see the horizon was beginning to glow a faint gold.

He wasn’t going to regret what they had done. It had been mutual on both sides. If Sephiroth gave Cloud grief for it… then fine. He’d take it up with Sephiroth if he had to, not backing down.

He would have Cloud again… Definitely.

END

Any/all commments are appreciated!!! <3

Captain Winky

2008-10-28T01:41:08Z

Explanation: I wrote this a few months back, before I had an LJ, so I’ve decided to dig it out to post so everyone can give me feedback. I hope you enjoy! <3

Title: Captain Winky
Rated M for sexual innuendo and crude humor.
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Shuuhei/Renji
Warnings: man/man, lime, and an innocent girl watching it all.
Summary: Yachiru tells Squad 11 a tale about a certain redhead and 69 man and what she caught them doing in an office.
Word count: 1,644
Disclaimer: Never shall I own any character used. They’re all Tite Kubo’s.

Captain Winky

“Mmm…”

Yachiru stopped in her tracks at the out of place noise. She glanced around Ninth Division headquarters, which she had been traversing around in sheer boredom, but she was sure everyone had gone home for the evening. Shrugging it off to be her imagination, she walked on, having a mind to leave and find someone to play with.

“Ah-!”

All right, now she was positive it wasn’t her imagination. The voice that kept making weird sounds was definitely coming from a guy, and she’s gotten closer to where it was coming from. Looking around, she noticed a few feet away to her right was a door left ajar, a crack of light peaking through and hitting the floor.

Her investigative skills kicked in, getting on her toes and carefully treading to the door.

“Shuu… Don’t tease…”

… 69-kun? But who was the one making the funny noises? She made sure to approach silently, coming closer to the open door. Curiosity spiked, she leaned her head over enough to be able to see inside.

And her eyes bugged out, frozen on the spot, innocence smashing.

It was 69-kun’s office, but Doodles was the one sitting on the side of his desk, and they were deeply attached at the lips. Papers and files littered the floor haphazardly, obviously having been hastily pushed off to make room. 69-kun was standing between Doodles’ legs, hands on his hips. Both of their faces- from what she could see- were flushed. 69-kun had been in the process of pulling the redhead closer, their bodies against each other when she peaked in. When they parted, their expressions were strange and unseen before by the pink-haired lieutenant. They remained oblivious to their onlooker.

“Hmm…” Shuuhei hummed contently, his dark eyes half-lidded. “You’re excited…”

Yachiru was suddenly confused; Doodles didn’t look excited… He actually looked quite mellow.

Renji let go of Shuuhei only to slide open the brunette’s haori. “Maybe you could help a guy out?” he asked so quietly, Yachiru could barely hear him. She failed to pick up how heavy his voice dripped with lust, having no idea what lust even was.

“I could…” said Shuuhei, bringing his arms out of the haori to let it fall about his waist, leaving his torso bare. A sinful smirk played about his lips as he leaned in to lick at Renji’s neck. “Doesn’t mean I will, though.”

The tiny lieutenant leaned in a bit more so she could hear them better, intrigued.

A faint moan escaped from Renji, his head tipping back. Shuuhei all but buried his face there pressing closer. A hand blindly reached up, and the next instant a fiery red mane fell around them.

Yachiru was so puzzled. She stood transfixed, unable to look away as she tried to figure this behavior out. 69-kun and Doodles had just been kissing, and now they were doing weird things to each other, and Doodles kept making moan noises like he liked it… So… Did this mean they were together? Like, together together? She could’ve sworn it was supposed to be a boy and a girl together like that… She mentally gasped- they were breaking the rules! They were breaking the rule that had been a rule for forever! She had to tell someone-!

Things were heating up quickly now. They’d just ended their second session of sucking each other’s faces. The tips of their noses were touching, staring at the other unflinchingly, panting. Renji’s hands fumbled at Shuuhei’s waist to untie his sash. “You seem to be having a problem…” the redhead said breathlessly.

Innocent magenta eyes widened, attention glued to the sash loosening, the haori that had been held captive there finally dropping to the floor. She then watched that hand begin to delve inside the brunette’s hakama-

A vague memory suddenly came to mind. She couldn’t remember how long ago it was- maybe a year or to… But she had asked Featherbrow what the name of the ‘guy part’ was. Now, what had he called it again…?

Her hand came up to cover her mouth so she wouldn’t squeak in surprise at what she was witnessing.

“Ah-!” Shuuhei whispered, his head tossing back. His fingers tangled amongst crimson locks.

A wide smirk was on Renji’s lips, half his forearm down the other shinigami’s pants. “Found it,” he said smugly.

Yachiru found she needed to lean against something for support, beginning to lose balance. Her toe gently tapped the door; the action itself was silent, but she had the luck of the door squeaking as it slowly opened wider.

The lovers froze, horrified attentions whipping toward the now wide open door. And there stood and equally frozen Eleventh Division lieutenant.

Her first instinct? Run.

Her small legs dashed out of Ninth Division headquarters, hoping Doodles and 69-kun weren’t angry enough to run after her. And even if they did, she’d just turn it into a game of Tag, so it didn’t really matter to her.

But the scene between Doodles and 69-kun was lasered into her memory. She wanted- needed- to somebody, or even several somebodies.

And as she ran toward Eleventh Division, her brain finally recalled what Featherbrow had told her, making her smile.

*

Next day. It was bright and early, the sun having risen not even an hour earlier, and half of Squad Eleven was already at their headquarters. There was a meeting scheduled to take place, and everyone was waiting for the others to arrive.

Ken-chan had told her to stay put and be at least semi-quiet. And as she was waiting patiently on her usual perch- Ken-chan’s shoulder- it was becoming harder to do. She was beginning to fidget, restlessness kicking in. She half-heartedly watched Featherbrow and Baldy walk in.

Doodles was already there, leaning against the back wall. He hadn’t looked at her once.

Baldy went over to talk to him; he seemed fine answering him…

“All right!” Yachiru announced. She leaped over to an empty table nearby, all attention called onto her from the outburst. “It’s story time, people!”

She did want to tell several somebodies, after all.

“And today’s story includes-!”

Doodles wasn’t about to be very happy… Oh well!

“69-kun and Doodles!”

Those around Renji looked to him; his eyes had widened, beads of sweat already forming. He went to leave quickly, clearly aiming to run far far away and hide under a rock, but Ikkaku grabbed the back of his collar and jerked him back in place.

“Oh no,” the bald one mumbled, “You’re stayin’ for this one.”

Whispers went around, confirming she had also meant Shuuhei. Kenpachi cleared his throat.

A huge grin was on her face. “Okay! Once upon a time in Ninth Division headquarters, a cute little girl named Yachiru was wondering around looking for someone to play with. A guy named Ken-chan named her Yachiru a long long time ago when they first met, and she was named after someone he knew, I think… I don’t remember… But that doesn’t matter right now, so anyway! So Yachiru was wondering around Ninth Division, and no one was around ‘cause everyone had gone home to be with their friends or pets and they wanted some time off work, so Yachiru was surprised to hear noises! And they were weird noises, too, like ‘Mmm’, ‘Ahh!’, and ‘Don’t tease, Shuu…’!

Renji’s face practically blended in with his hair, very visibly sweating now. But no one was paying attention to him, focused on Yachiru with smirks on their lips and eager to know how this was going to end.

“So Yachiru snuck over to an open door and peeked inside to see what was causing the funny noises, and she saw it was 69-kun making Doodles make them all! Doodles was sitting on a desk and 69-kun was holding him there, and they were kissing! But then they stopped and were talking really quietly, and it was really hard for Yachiru to hear them, but they were saying something about ‘being excited’, but Yachiru didn’t think either of them looked excited-“

Yumichika audibly snorted, busting a side to hold in his laughter.

“And then Doodles kissed 69-kun again for a long time, and that’s when Yachiru thought that they were together together, which means that they were breaking one of the biggest rules in the whole universe, ‘cause only a guy can kiss a girl like that. But they were kissing and that was really boring, and when they stopped, Doodles said that 69-kun was having a problem. Yachiru didn’t see how he was having a problem, he looked fine to her, so she thought he was lying-“

Her audience was virtually shaking, silently laughing and holding themselves together to stay silent until the end.

“But then Doodles untied 69-kun’s pants and stuck his hand inside and made 69-kun go ‘Ah!’. So I think-“

An accusing finger instantly pointed at the dumbstruck Renji.

“HE FOUND CAPTAIN WINKY!!!!”

The entire room burst into outrageous laughter, letting loose the hurricane they’d kept inside. Kenpachi’s head was back, a hand covering his eyes lest he was reduced to tears, his laughing coming as hearty barks. Yumichika was facing the nearest wall and his arm extended to hold himself upright on it, having already laughed himself to tears and his left hand holding his side. Ikkaku wore a devious smirk as he chuckled, his expression clearly saying ‘About time’.” The rest of the squad was laughing themselves hoarse, also holding their cramps and wiping their eyes.

And poor Renji looked like he either wanted to cry or go find a dark corner to curl up in and die seven times over. Either would work… or both.

And Yachiru was grinning proudly, proud of herself for telling such a funny story- though she had no idea why it was so funny… Maybe she’d ask Ken-chan later.

END

A/N: Yes, Yumi is the one who told Yachiru that a penis is called “Captain Winky”. He told it as a joke, never thinking she’d actually use it. XDDD
All right. This was inspired because I was reading a Renji/Ichigo yaoi, and on another tab I had Youtube up playing one of the “Kingdom Hearts Stupid Files” (Doesn’t belong to me, and it’s amazing funny). And it said “He found Captain Winky!”… while I was reading yaoi… And I just so happened to be at namelesswalker's house. So ANT-chan and I came up with this concoction of Yachiru saying it, and you know the rest. LOL.

Any comments would be amazing and much appreciated!!! <3

Fic Teaser

2008-10-16T05:54:10Z

Random smutie scene. Instead of writing the whole story it's from, i skipped right to it! ><;;; (It wouldn't get out of my head...)

Fandom: Star Ocean-TTEOT Cliff/Albel.
Word count: 2,575

Distractions: Ch. 4- Apathy (clip)

The hallway was dark, lit only by a single torch hanging on the wall. No one was around, no noise was made. It was well into the night; he was thankful that he didn’t need to worry about running into anyone annoying on his way to his room. He was looking forward to some of the peace he deserved after such a long trip.

He sighed, a fraction of the tenseness in his body ebbing off from it. His legs carried him to the closed door that was his bedroom, one of the few places he looked to as a sanctuary. Everyone in their right mind knew not to disturb him there. Coming to it, he slowed, pushing open the heavy wooden door.

His insides froze. The sanctuary was no more.

There on his bed was the last person he wanted to see. He wanted to yell, scream for him to leave his presence at once- hadn’t he put up with him enough already? Or he wanted to yell angrily and leave himself, willing to settle and spend the night in the Urssa Lava Caves and train until dawn. Both choices were tempting.

But no. His mind was already shut down and apathetic about everything. The attitude he had been able to maintain the past few days went into effect even stronger as he stepped inside, not bothering to shut the door behind himself.

“What are you doing here?” he growled, refusing to glance again at the Klausian sitting on his bed.

Cliff was on the edge of the feeble mattress, elbows on his knees and leaned over. He watched the Wicked One go over to the right side of the room and set down his equipment. “Where have you been?”

He concentrated on taking the heavy things off his person; first the Crimson Scourge. He then went to get off the thick collar protecting his neck. “Don’t answer me with a question. What are you doing here?”

There was a pause. “I’ve been waiting for you. Now answer my question.”

The metal was set down. He still couldn’t bring himself to look at the blonde. “That’s none of your concern.”

“I’m making it my concern.” There was a pause. “You haven’t said two words to me since you stepped foot on the Diplo.”

He placed his hands on the table, glaring over at his intruder. “What of it?” he growled.

He sat up straight, his expression adamant. “Why? Did I do something to piss you off?”

“What of it?” he repeated, annunciating every syllable.

“Because you’re pissing me off with this childish silent treatment!”

Albel calmly went over to face him, the look in his eyes feral. “And you’re not childish, waiting in my room half the night to bring up such inane things as this?”

“What is it you’re trying to hide?”

“That’s none of your business, maggot.”

They went silent, staring at each other, each an unyielding glare. Neither was going to back down. Albel’s mind went blank, shutting down completely. He hadn’t been this close to the Klausian in months; it felt odd; he wanted to be closer. His attention came down to the curious green mark around the other’s neck. He’d heard he’d been born with it; what a strange mark to have on your skin at birth… Before he could stop himself, his right hand came up gently, fingers outstretched toward it. Cliff didn’t even flinch as they landed on his skin.

The glare was gone. He took an interest at the warmth in his hand, thumb swiping over the thin line. It didn’t feel like it was there, it was as smooth as the skin around it. He was entranced, going over both the lines there. They were an earthly shade of green, going well with Cliff’s characteristics.

The back of his mind was screaming, trying to jump-start his brain to think rationally- Get away. But he was too far gone, numb from the strain of denying himself everything, the stress from Tartaris, then having to face Cliff and deny himself all the more…

He finally looked into cerulean. They were questioning, curious, looking for any answer. His gaze fell to his lips- this was the closest he’d ever been to them, he realized. They were slightly parted, aimed directly at him, practically begging…

What the hell…

He leaned in, closing his eyes and caring no longer. Cliff didn’t fight it, but rather seemed to relax completely. Mouths opened at the same time, complying by engaging in a soft tangling of tongues. Albel felt a hand come up to the back of his head and gently hold his hair, keeping him close.

I missed you…

The kiss filled his body with warmth, making him crave it all the more. It made him recognize how cold he’d been- when had it gotten so bad? The hand at Cliff’s neck ventured back to golden locks, loving how soft they were to his touch. An almost inaudible moan escaped from him, and he didn’t care if Cliff heard it. He pressed closer, trying to convey a small bit of the fire that was inside him.

Palms pressed against his cheeks, caressing. They were large hands, used for fighting and labor, but felt glorious against his skin. He backed off and opened his eyes, panting slightly.

What am I doing…?

Cliff’s gaze traveled over his flushed expression critically, as if still trying to find some sort of answer. He wasn’t about to let go until he found one. Albel’s insides squirmed like the Klausian was attempting to probe into his soul.

Don’t let him see…

Those hands pulled him close again, the Glyphian happy to comply. This time their lips clashed together hard, the kiss messy and desperate. Cliff slightly groaned as they fought for the dominance, his hair being pulled harder. He reached down to Albel’s hips and clamped down, pulling the lithe body toward him and over to the side.

The Wicked One allowed himself to be unceremoniously tossed onto the bed, their lips never parting once. Cliff shifted around to be between his legs, scooting close. Their kiss ended only for the blonde to dip down and lick at the skin at Albel’s neck. His head tilted upward to allow it, eyes closed and relishing the sensation. He felt a hand slide up his left thigh, feeling like it was leaving a scorching trail as it went higher. The opposite hand traveled up his abdomen, slowly moving his shirt up to reveal more skin to burn.

Tender kisses made a path down to his collarbone. His hand tangled harder in Cliff’s hair, his other arm finally going around his wide back to hold him. His breathing was getting shallower, and became a hiss as teeth sank into his nipple. His body curled in response, blood instantly flooding into nether regions.

His disheveled skirt was pushed to the side to expose his lower half. He had no care that his growing erection was blatantly obvious through his underwear, having no mind to hide it. All he could concentrate on was watching his right hand tug on the zipper of Cliff’s shirt, hurriedly pulling it down. He had to keep from groaning in approval as perfectly toned skin and muscle were exposed to his eyes. He ignored the blonde who’d stopped his ministrations just to watch him. The zipper unhooked, torso fully open to him. He ran both claw and hand over it, loving how each ripple felt, feeling a surge of respect for this body.

A hand caught his own, stopping him. He looked on as it was brought up slowly to the Klausian’s face, then as his index finger disappeared into a mouth. Albel’s breath caught, a low moan escaping. Crimson eyes closed as teeth and tongue worked on his finger, sucking, driving him crazy. He could only imagine that mouth working that way on his cock, making it only harden to the point of pain. He felt a thick finger trail up his thigh, coming up to his crotch to hook inside his underwear. The finger toyed with the opening, not going inside any further, causing the Wicked One to pant with need.

He had a mind to say it was becoming painful, but he couldn’t bring himself to speak. Teeth nibbled on the tip of his finger; his back arched in response, practically feeling it on his shaft. A sound came from his throat, somewhere between a moan and whimper, desperate. Cliff let his hand drop; he dove in to run his finger along the side of his need. The back of his hand flew to his lips, covering them so he would make no sound. His body was trembling, straining from the teasing. He was nearly to the point of begging, a mouth again enclosing around his nipple to suckle on it.

Albel heard it too late. His mind was in thousands of pieces, unable to register the sound of incoming footsteps. He was too busy drowning, feeling, being warmed-

“Albel?”

The Glyphian gasped loudly, instantly pushing Cliff off his body. He sat up, his right leg coming up, hoping that and his skirt would hide his privates. The thousands of pieces in his head smashed back together in that one second, glaring at whoever dared to disturb him when he’d been so blissfully out of it.

“What?” he growled lowly, in warning that it had better be good.

There stood Woltar, clearly recognizing what he’d interrupted. He bowed his head slightly. “My apologies, Albel, but our King would like your audience as soon as possible. It’s urgent.”

Albel took a breath, then another. “Fine,” he said, keeping himself from growling or spitting. “I’ll be there momentarily.” He watched as the old man walked away.

He couldn’t bring himself to look at Cliff. Now that he was in his right mind, he didn’t know what to do, what to say. He wished so badly that he’d closed and locked the door, to not be interrupted…

He looked to the ground as he pulled his shirt down and adjusted his skirt, trying to hide his still straining hard-on. “I need to go,” he said quietly, almost a whisper. He slid off the bed and rushed out of the room, leaving the Klausian there alone and stunned.

The Wicked One turned left from his doorway, the way that Woltar had come from. But instead of heading straight for the conference room, he went down another hall, and then another. Even though he was finally thinking straight again, his train of thought was playing what had just happened, then thinking upon how it may have continued. His thinking wasn’t helping his apparent problem; he was far from ready to go see King Airyglyph, in such a state.

He walked fast, hurrying. He needed the pain, desire, lusting to go away. He had no idea where to go; it was the middle of the night-almost anywhere would do.

The torches here in this hall were few and far between. The air around him was cold and easily chilled him. It was a less used section of the castle, with next to no traffic at night. He figured it would do.

He sat himself on the stone floor, a torch little ways to his right. He was almost ashamed that he was slightly panting- how had that overgrown ox done this to him? The fantasy in his mind was relentless, unstopping no matter what he tried to think of. Unable to take it anymore, he flung his skirt to the side like it’d been done mere moments ago. His hand reached in and curled around his burning erection, pulling it out into the dim light.

Precum glistened in the firelight. Albel smeared it over the head, shuddering from the sensation. Fingers enclosed around his swollen flesh and pulled, over and over. The back of his head hit the stone wall behind him, closing his eyes in concentration.

He could see Cliff and what they had just been doing. Could see Cliff taking off his clothes, then his own. Could see him licking a trail down his body, nipping at his thighs. Could see him sucking his cock, gently kneading his balls, to the point where he felt like he was going to explode. Could see him kissing him all over before thrusting into him…

He was frantically beating off, desperate for release. His hips rocked with his rhythm, lips parted in panting. The tiniest of moans escaped every few seconds, attempting to restrain them. The pressure was steadily building in his loins, ever close to what he wanted. He put the back of his clawed hand to his mouth to quiet himself as he went faster; so desperate.

And with every pump, with every bead of precum that dripped from his tip, he wished that he could hate Cliff with his entire being. For making him need so badly, for making him feel such weak emotions, for making him feel. But deep down, he knew it was impossible…

With a silent scream, hot spurts of come covered his hand, his body shaking from orgasm. He kept pumping and pumping, making sure to milk himself dry. His back arched, still trying to keep himself quiet as he rode it out. Eyes opened to watch, the last tremors going through his body as he smeared the come over his softening, still-sensitive dick. In his post-orgasm mind, he couldn’t help but wish that it’d been Cliff that’d made him come and want to scream in ecstasy.

Albel recovered. As he calmed his breathing and gathered his strength back, all he could think of was hatred. He stuffed his manhood back where it belonged, glaring at his essence that covered it and his hand.

He hated Cliff at that moment, for being able to make him want so badly, causing him to go through such means to please himself. He hated himself mostly, though, for giving in so easily, both in his room and there in the hallway. He was ashamed, thinking himself weak. Why hadn’t he fought it…?

The Glyphian got to his feet. He brought up his hand closer to his face, to the light, to see it. His shame, his hatred, doubled tenfold, seeing how much he’d come to Cliff’s image. He inspected his liquids with a scowl, watching it slowly dry upon his skin.

He stared at the floor as he wiped his hand on the wall behind him. He didn’t need to look, trying to get it off, wanting the traces of his weakness gone. He didn’t care how much the stone scraped his hand, he just wanted the wetness to go away.

Taking one more calming breath, he silenced his mind. His apathetic barrier was put back in place, if only for a short while longer. His legs carried him away from the spot, full intention to go see King Airyglyph. His thoughts drifted to what the man could possibly want at that hour, but his apathy quickly swept it away.

End scene

I'm still not sure if I'll ever get around to writing the rest of this fic... :/ ><;;;

A Calm Through the Storm

2008-10-11T22:19:59Z

It popped up randomly in my head, and I figured that writing it would maybe help get rid of my writer’s block. … And it helped indeed. XD

Title: A Calm Through the Storm
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Renji/Ichigo
Summary: Renji’s not in the best of moods, and everything seems to make it worse. So he takes a side trip to see the one person he knows will make him feel better. Renji/Ichigo fluff. One-shot.
Rated T for language and- …yep, that’s it. XD
Word Count: 1,417
Disclaimer: All characters/places belong to Tite Kubo. He’s the genius that came up with Bleach, not me.

A Calm Through the Strom

Rain.

Fucking rain.

It was coming down heavily over Karakura Town. The clouds overhead were so thick and dark, there just was no chance to see the moon this night. It was well into the early morning; the only residents that were awake were the ones unable to sleep due to heart-stopping claps of thunder and the bright flashes of lightning that streaked across the sky. Anyone with half a brain was staying indoors for the night until the wicked storm passed. It was a gloomy night, indeed.

But through the downpour, Renji flash-stepped across the rooftops, a scowl etched deep upon his features. The poor weather wasn’t in any way helping his mood. His haori was loose upon his frame, pulled open, exposing his tattooed chest, the fabric falling down his right shoulder. The openness revealed small scratches and tiny, still-bleeding wounds, obviously just received mere moments ago. His red mane wasn’t tied back like always, nor was his bandanna in its place. His hair whipped around with the wind, flowing gracefully backward as he ran. Zabimaru was drawn, his grip on its handle tight, the blade still in its shikai form. And all the meanwhile, the rain beating down on him, soaking him to the core and making his body feel heavy and sluggish.

The rain was definitely not making him feel better. All it did was make him want to stop his dash to only scream at the very sky in anger, frustration, anything.

His destination finally came into view, feeling like it’d taken so much longer than usual to get there. He set his sight upon one window in particular, one that led to a room that (luckily) had a dim light on, concentrating only on that. There was a slight hope he’d be in there, saving him the time of hunting the kid down.

He was the only reason Renji was quietly putting up with all the fucking rain.

The redhead came to a halt on the small sill, wasting not a second before jerking open the window. Somewhere in his mind, he was thanking everything that the substitute shinigami always left the thing unlocked. He leapt inside, landing as stealthily as he could on the carpet- ignoring the flop and squish that came from his soaking clothes. He reached an arm behind him to close the window so none of the rain would get in, glancing around.

Renji noticed him right away. Ichigo was on his bed, still fully clothed in his school uniform. It was apparent that he had just been lying there, no music on, doing nothing in particular except for being locked up in his thoughts. The shinigami turned to face the teen.

Ichigo had heard his window open, watched Renji enter. But it took him a second to process that he’d come in uninvited (as usual), and then it took another second to realize the shape Renji was in.

“What the hell?!” he yelled, instantly sitting up. He looked to the floor where a puddle was forming around Renji’s feet, the access water dripping from his form. “You can’t come barging into my room looking like a fucking drowned rat! And what’re you doing here at two in the morning?!”

The teen didn’t stop his rant, not even lowering his voice, having no respect for his sleeping father or sisters. But the yelling was toned out by Renji. He merely stared at him, his resolve washing over him once again.

He’d come to this room for a reason.

Zabimaru slipped from his hand, landing with a thud and reverting back to being a dormant zanpakuto. His feet squished in his shoes with every step he took, his walk slow as he circled to the side of the bed. His adamant gaze never once strayed from Ichigo.

The oblivious substitute kept right on going. “You’re getting my floor all wet! Don’t you have any decency to come here dry?! And you look like shit! Like you just gone done killing a fucking hollow! And-!” His sentence was cut short, however, by a pair of lips colliding with his own.

Nothing was going through Renji’s mind.

Nothing.

It was a blank slate, a white mist rolling through his head.

He wanted nothing but this.

He brought a hand up to Ichigo’s cheek, a gentle hold against his calloused skin. Ichigo put up no resistance, but rather pulled the older man on top of him, leaning back to fall onto the bed. Renji mindlessly opened his mouth, his tongue prying open the other’s lips. Ichigo quietly groaned, playing along with the deeper kiss, reaching up to softly yank on dripping hair.

Renji pulled away from the kiss, sighing, his head drooping. He was holding himself above the teen so as not to crush him. He now just concentrated on breathing, to breathe steadily, inhaling Ichigo’s scent with every breath.

“You’re getting me all wet,” Ichigo mumbled quietly.

Renji looked down to indeed see that Ichigo’s front was splotched with wetness. But he couldn’t help but grin. “In a good way or bad way?” he asked sensuously.

“Quite honestly, both.” Ichigo pushed back a thick curtain of fiery hair, showing a watered-down trickle of blood and the wound it was coming from. It was what most likely took out the bandanna. He then asked quietly, “What happened?”

He leaned into the touch, fully looking at the younger shinigami. “I’ve been in a bad mood all day. I got called in with two others to take care of a damn hollow, and one that just wouldn’t fuckin’ die, so it made me even more frustrated… They told me to go back to Seireitei, to Fourth Division to clean up, but…” His head fell again; he couldn’t look at the other as he said the rest. “All I could think of was coming here…”

Ichigo swiped his thumb over the trail of blood that was streaming down from his temple. He said nothing about it, nothing harsh or sarcastic; it was probably one of the reasons Renji loved him so much.

What was instead said was “Get up.” Renji looked at him quizzically. There was a softness in those chocolate orbs staring right back at him. “I’m gonna get you a towel.”

Renji complied, getting to his feet. He watched Ichigo do the same, then both noticed the dark spots where Renji had put his arms and legs when he’d been on top of the blonde. He heard Ichigo sigh.

“You can sit down, since I’m gonna have to change the sheets, anyway. I’ll be right back.”

The redhead sat where Ichigo had been as he was left alone, the teen closing the door behind himself. He tucked his hair behind his right ear, feeling the wetness from his clothes soaking through the sheets even more. He began to feel a little guilty, thinking coming to Ichigo had been a burden. He needed to apologize…

The door opened a moment later, Ichigo entering with a pile of clean towels in his arm. He silently padded over with no visible expression, Renji watching him every second as he came to stand in front of him. The towels were placed beside him on the bed.

“You can get off that haori,” said Ichigo, “I’ll put it in the dryer in a minute.” He grabbed a towel and shook it from its folding.

The older shinigami pulled the fabric off his body, letting it drop to the floor at his feet. His guilt was still churning as the towel was put over his head. Hands worked to dry his hair.

“Ichigo…” he began. He had to get it off his chest.

“Don’t.”

He looked up at his lover incredulously.

“I don’t mind if you come here, even soaking wet and bloodied up.” He didn’t look away from his work, ringing the hair out inside the towel to get all the water out. There was the slightest hint of a blush forming across his cheeks. “At least you came at all.”

Renji felt a smile pull at his lips, feeling a surge of emotion for this teen. He reached up, Ichigo’s head an arm’s length away. Fingers enclosed into orange-golden hair, pulling the substitute down. He pulled him down to his level, into a sweet and simple kiss, one that conveyed far more love than any other.

“Thank you,” Renji whispered against Ichigo’s lips.

It had been totally worth it, braving the rain to come to this.

END

… Nyawwwww…. Itsocuuuuute…. But I about had a heart attack coz it’s only 1,417 words. It feels weird, writing something so short… And it seems to be a bit OOC to me, but ah well. I heart it. <3

PLEASE REVIEW!! I don’t care what you say in it! Much appreciated! <3 <3 <3

Writer's Block: Entering the Game

2008-07-20T06:18:48Z

Are you the kind of person who prefers to enter a game with strategies and codes, or do you like to go into it without any help?

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I am DEFINTELY the type to start a game without any help. No walkthroughs, cheats, nothing. I will only consult a walkthrough when I am uber stuck and have been stuck longer than 1/2 an hour (since I have no patience). It's after I've beaten the game at least once when I will go and look for cheats and small things i missed out on the first time through.

Writer's Block: On Character Preferences

2008-07-19T02:47:42Z

Who is your favorite fictional character? Why do you love them? What fictional character bugs you?

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Aww.... This one's tough... All right, I'm gonna just name off a few, and they're in no particular order:

Eiri Yuki (Gravitation), coz he's a writer, and even though he's a frigid ~~asshole~~, he does have a soft heart somewhere in there and it sometimes comes out. I adore him so...

Edward Cullen (Twilight)= the perfect boyfriend. Raising standards for boyfriends everywhere. Period.

Akihiko Usami (Junjou Romantica); yes, he's a writer, too, and is an amazing gentleman. He's missing a bit upstairs, if you know what I mean, so he's absolutely adorable.

Hmmm... Those are the big ones my mind keeps throwing at me right now. And who bugs me??? That one's more difficult... Heh- the english dubbed Naruto. Every time he says "Believe it!", I just have this urge to repeatedly stab my jugular...