Touch My Heart: Touch My Heart 1 Pt. 6

Title: Touch My Heart
Fandom: Bleach
Story: 1
Part: 6
Characters: Renji, Kenpachi, Yachi
Word count: 1,460
AN: And this is late but hey, I did get it out finally. Enjoy.

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Landing on the porch that wrapped around Kenpachi’s and Yachiru’s home, Renji shifted his backpack that sat over his back before walking to the door. As before, he didn’t knock before it was opened by the smirking male who he knew so well before Kenpachi moved back to allow him room to enter.

“Hiding from Kuchiki?” Kenpachi asked, watching Renji flush and nod before he was jumped on by a hyper, pink blur.

“Ren-ren-chan!” Yachiru chirped bouncing in Renji’s arms as the red head gave her an amused look. “Are ya going to stay the night again?” she asked, looking excited at that prospect.

Renji chuckled softly, smiling down at her. “Maybe. As long as Kenpachi-taicho doesn’t mind me staying the night that is,” he said, getting a cheer and a demand for a bedtime story. Giving her what she wanted, he left the bedroom after two stories and a good night kiss, smiling softly and shaking his head as he closed the door behind him. He headed to Kenpachi, finding Kenpachi already there with a tray of tea and sake near him.

“She asleep finally?” Kenpachi asked as he eyed the fact that Renji wasn’t wearing the black kosode, just his white under top.

“Yeah, after stealing my top to sleep in,” Renji chuckled, amused fondness in his voice. “But she is down. You would think that I have been gone for a decade instead of only six months,” he continued, perching on the bed and bringing his legs up to cross before him.

“No matter how long she’s lived, she’s still a kid in a lot of ways. So to her, you were gone for a decade,” Kenpachi snorted, pouring both of them tea and sake, handing over two of the cups to Renji.

Renji groaned, shaking his head with a huff. “Kids are so very confusing. Yachiru-chan even more so,” he stated, tasting the sake once Kenpachi had drained his first cup.

“So, tell my just why you asked to talk,” Kenpachi said, getting to the heart of the matter.

Renji frowned as he stared at his sake, tilting the cup back and forth before he sighed. “I know that you’ve been fucking Byakuya,” he stated, looking up to gaze at Kenpachi. There was a subtle anger in his posture, the red head knowing that the rule about a lover’s permission to play. The man was bound and determined to not be a cause of relationship failure. And what he saw was enough to tell him what he wanted to know. “Yeah, I thought so,” he sighed.

“Thought so?” Kenpachi rumbled, watching as Renji slung back his sake, shuddering at the burn.

“I just knew, from the moment that I smelt your scent on his fucking uniform and on our fucking bed, that he had lied through his teeth to the both of us,” Renji ground out, his eyes flaring darkly.

“Apparently he did,” Kenpachi stated, his power coiling around his body, Renji feeling just how pissed off he was at that moment.

Sighing, Renji put his sake cup on the table and picked up his tea, wanting a somewhat clear head for the coming conversation. “Tell me, taicho, what did he say I was doing whenever you asked if I wanted to join?” 

Kenpachi smirked, the look sharp with danger. “He said that you didn’t want to be a bitch now that you did the fucking,” he said, Renji giving him an amused look before shaking his head.

“He probably didn’t use the word bitch considering who he is but I get the gist of it,” Renji hummed, pulling his braid over one shoulder as Kenpachi watched the action. “You know what’s really funny?” He asked, looking at the other man.

“What’s that?” Kenpachi asked, watching the other male, taking in the subtle changes that six months and a betrayal had wrought on the young fukutaicho. He had longer hair, even evident in a tight braid, and his red-brown eyes sparkled with power under the hurt. Kenpachi would bet that there were a few new black lines on lightly scarred skin.

“I would have said yes if he had just asked for permission as long as I had the same permission,” Renji hummed, shaking his head with a sigh. “I don’t think that he even thinks that I ever topped you.” He chuckled bitterly and shook his head.

“You don’t mind topping but it’s got ta be with the right kind of partner,” Kenpachi replied, Renji giving him an admiring look for having remembered that conversation. It had been after the first time that he had topped the larger male and had decided that he liked playing bottom to Kenpachi bout that he wouldn’t mind topping for others. “I don’t think many think that I’m willin’ to bottom for a partner to figure things out and get things straight.”

Renji snorted and drained his luke warm tea. “No, no, I’m sure that at least one person can see you bottoming,” He drawled before he paused for a moment. “Yeah, the only person would be me wouldn’t it?” he continued as he shook his head with an amused look on his face. Kenpachi rumbled with laughter, smiling at the softness that had started to radiate from his partner.

“What are you gonna do? Now that you know he fucked ya over in such a way,” Kenpachi popped out, curious as to what Renji was planning on doing next.

“Now? I’m gonna continue to avoid Byakuya and his damn calls and butterflies for the night. Tomorrow, I’ll be going to see Unohana-taicho in the morning for my sickness this morning,” Renji hummed, tugging on his braid. “After that? I have no idea.” He shrugged.

“Come here,” Kenpachi grunted as he corked a finger at him, getting a husky chuckle from Renji.

Shifting, he settled between Kenpachi’s long legs and laid against his chest, unsurprised when the man undid his braid and ran long fingers through his hair. “Are you enjoying yourself?” Renji asked, amusement ringing clear in his voice.

Kenpachi’s chuckle rumbled through his back as the man gently tugged on his hair. “I am,” He stated, enjoying the solid weight of his partner, knowing that if he had his way, and he would, Renji would be moving in with him very, very soon. But at the moment, all he wanted to do was pin him to the bed and fuck him into unconsciousness again. “I think I have an idea as to how to have some fun and get the point that you know, and that you’re gone, across very well,” he said.

Renji raised an eyebrow as he tilted his head to look up at the other. “Oh?” He asked as Kenpachi moved his hands to lightly rest them around his neck, stroking the soft skin.

“Yeah. How does being fucked against a wall sound to you?” he asked as his hands started to roam over Renji’s collarbone and down to his chest.

Renji hummed in appreciation as he thought of that particular idea. The thought of having Kenpachi push him up against a wall in some way and fuck him into a panting, moaning mess had him shift and feel heated. “I know an alley way that Byakuya takes on the way to the division after he eats lunch.”

Kenpachi leered as his fingers worked the white under top out and free of Renji’s hakama. “Sounds fun,” he said, nipping at one ear and getting a low groan from his partner. Chuckling, his hands worked to relearn the body that hadn’t graced his bed for six very long months.

Renji reacted to the slow sex just as he had in years before getting with Byakuya, but there was much more to it. As he came, having rode Kenpachi until the man had squeezed his hips so hard they had bruised and came in his body, his eyes locking onto the larger males eyes, the eye patched tossed to the side. Once down from their highs, they took a bath and ignored the fact that their phones kept going off. They kept right on ignoring them even as they fell into bed and into a deep sleep, content with life for the moment.

In the ten minutes before waking up from their sleep and Yachiru coming running into the room to take a running leap at their bed, the two lover’s pulled their sleeping kimonos and listened to the left messages.

They found themselves needing to replace their phones due to the cracks in Renji’s screen and the fact that Kenpachi’s phone had met an unfortunate end against the wall.