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Title: Angel of Death
Author: K8
Pairing: Shinjuurou/Renji
Rating: R
Summary: ...errrrr... :D Does anyone REALLY care? Peeking into Renji and Shinjuurou's relationship.
Renji doesn’t talk to him until after Shinjuurou has managed to get away from the two nurses. Silently Renji regards Shinjuurou with a serious expression, and Shinjuurou feels the distinct need to squirm, something he hasn’t felt since facing customs officials on his way into America. “Renji?”
Renji’s face splits into a wide smile. “Welcome back, Shin-chan.” The name is said mockingly, but the affection in Renji’s voice is real. It makes Shinjiruurou remember times when Renji’s affection has spilled over, and his voice has becoming rough with passion instead. The memories, of the action which sent him to America, almost make Shinjuurou blush.
“Tadaima.” Shinjuurou is amused at the way Renji seems so different around him then around the nurses.
“Okaeri nasai.” Turning Renji sticks his hands in his pockets. “I have donuts, in my office.” The offer to share is unspoken, but obvious. Shinjuurou thinks longingly of the fattening objects, a secret hunger that Shinjuurou had indulged long before going to America, but remembers that he has a cart of cleaning supplies left unattended, and can’t break for another hour.
“Another time Renji.” Giving the other man a brief salute Shinjuurou turns to head back to his cleaning supplies. “You know where to find me!”
--
Renji does, in fact, know where to find him, though he rarely does. Renji finds it difficult to watch Shinjuurou now. Shinjuurou’s departure after the incident with his father left a gaping hole in Renji’s life, and his heart, and watching Shinjuurou know makes that hole ache. Renji hates having to put up a wall between himself and other people, but he’s been doing it for years, and now he does it for Shinjuurou’s protection. Embalming is treated with very little respect in Japan; a country where the dead are supposed to be treated with respect finds the idea of cutting open the body and ‘fixing it’ disgusting. It doesn’t matter that when people agree to embalming it’s because of closure and someone needs to do the dirty job of preparing the body. What matters is that embalmers are obviously desecrating the dead.
Renji knows this hurts Shinjuurou. Renji himself has gotten used to being treated as a ‘shinigami’, a bringer of death; it is Renji’s job to counsel the families of patients who have died. The fact that Renji can not go to a public bath without running into some one he has counseled means that Renji made sure his apartment would have a bath of it’s own. The hospital provides housing to its employees but the distaste many of the doctors and nurses, people who work to save lives, and do not have to deal with the aftermath if they don’t, had put Renji off.
--
Shinjuurou really likes the shower his apartment has. It’s big, and open, and the water pressure is just right to ease his aching neck muscles. Pushing around a broom all day was going to give Shinjuurou some sort of permanent crick in his neck. One reason Shinjuurou liked his shower was that, besides getting him all clean after Renji’s surprise texts, it had just enough room for another occupant.
Not that Shinjuurou brought girls home, Shinjuurou’s private workroom, and the fear a girl might discover it, basically nixed that idea.
Renji, however, would be safe to bring over.
Sighing Shinjuurou leaned his head against the shower wall, letting the hot water pound into his back and roll down his legs. It wasn’t right for him to be thinking of his friend, his best friend, his childhood friend, like this. Not while he was in the shower, and certainly not in a way that made not-so-little Shin-chan perk up and wave hello.
Renji’d really liked the way not-so-little Shin-chan had tasted, he’d rolled around the tip of Shinjuurou’s cock in his mouth, licking and sucking lightly on it before he’d placed kisses up the side….
Hurriedly Shinjuurou turned around and shifted the water to cold.
--
Renji had always been a little leery of confessionals. Especially after that time when he was five and Shinjuurou had trapped him in one. Confessionals were dark, and closed up, and there was always the chance of a creepy priest watching you from the other side.
“Renji.” Shinjuurou’s hot breath brushed over Renji’s lips, a contrast to the ice cold hands slithering up under Renji’s shirt… corpse cold hands. Renji shivered.
“Renji.” Shinjuurou kissed him then, and Renji knew that despite the nicknames he had earned he was no angel of death. Wrapping his arms around Shinjuurou Renji felt the warmth, the life, leak out of him, filling Shinjuurou up, even as Shinjuurou filled him.
Author: K8
Pairing: Shinjuurou/Renji
Rating: R
Summary: ...errrrr... :D Does anyone REALLY care? Peeking into Renji and Shinjuurou's relationship.
Renji doesn’t talk to him until after Shinjuurou has managed to get away from the two nurses. Silently Renji regards Shinjuurou with a serious expression, and Shinjuurou feels the distinct need to squirm, something he hasn’t felt since facing customs officials on his way into America. “Renji?”
Renji’s face splits into a wide smile. “Welcome back, Shin-chan.” The name is said mockingly, but the affection in Renji’s voice is real. It makes Shinjiruurou remember times when Renji’s affection has spilled over, and his voice has becoming rough with passion instead. The memories, of the action which sent him to America, almost make Shinjuurou blush.
“Tadaima.” Shinjuurou is amused at the way Renji seems so different around him then around the nurses.
“Okaeri nasai.” Turning Renji sticks his hands in his pockets. “I have donuts, in my office.” The offer to share is unspoken, but obvious. Shinjuurou thinks longingly of the fattening objects, a secret hunger that Shinjuurou had indulged long before going to America, but remembers that he has a cart of cleaning supplies left unattended, and can’t break for another hour.
“Another time Renji.” Giving the other man a brief salute Shinjuurou turns to head back to his cleaning supplies. “You know where to find me!”
--
Renji does, in fact, know where to find him, though he rarely does. Renji finds it difficult to watch Shinjuurou now. Shinjuurou’s departure after the incident with his father left a gaping hole in Renji’s life, and his heart, and watching Shinjuurou know makes that hole ache. Renji hates having to put up a wall between himself and other people, but he’s been doing it for years, and now he does it for Shinjuurou’s protection. Embalming is treated with very little respect in Japan; a country where the dead are supposed to be treated with respect finds the idea of cutting open the body and ‘fixing it’ disgusting. It doesn’t matter that when people agree to embalming it’s because of closure and someone needs to do the dirty job of preparing the body. What matters is that embalmers are obviously desecrating the dead.
Renji knows this hurts Shinjuurou. Renji himself has gotten used to being treated as a ‘shinigami’, a bringer of death; it is Renji’s job to counsel the families of patients who have died. The fact that Renji can not go to a public bath without running into some one he has counseled means that Renji made sure his apartment would have a bath of it’s own. The hospital provides housing to its employees but the distaste many of the doctors and nurses, people who work to save lives, and do not have to deal with the aftermath if they don’t, had put Renji off.
--
Shinjuurou really likes the shower his apartment has. It’s big, and open, and the water pressure is just right to ease his aching neck muscles. Pushing around a broom all day was going to give Shinjuurou some sort of permanent crick in his neck. One reason Shinjuurou liked his shower was that, besides getting him all clean after Renji’s surprise texts, it had just enough room for another occupant.
Not that Shinjuurou brought girls home, Shinjuurou’s private workroom, and the fear a girl might discover it, basically nixed that idea.
Renji, however, would be safe to bring over.
Sighing Shinjuurou leaned his head against the shower wall, letting the hot water pound into his back and roll down his legs. It wasn’t right for him to be thinking of his friend, his best friend, his childhood friend, like this. Not while he was in the shower, and certainly not in a way that made not-so-little Shin-chan perk up and wave hello.
Renji’d really liked the way not-so-little Shin-chan had tasted, he’d rolled around the tip of Shinjuurou’s cock in his mouth, licking and sucking lightly on it before he’d placed kisses up the side….
Hurriedly Shinjuurou turned around and shifted the water to cold.
--
Renji had always been a little leery of confessionals. Especially after that time when he was five and Shinjuurou had trapped him in one. Confessionals were dark, and closed up, and there was always the chance of a creepy priest watching you from the other side.
“Renji.” Shinjuurou’s hot breath brushed over Renji’s lips, a contrast to the ice cold hands slithering up under Renji’s shirt… corpse cold hands. Renji shivered.
“Renji.” Shinjuurou kissed him then, and Renji knew that despite the nicknames he had earned he was no angel of death. Wrapping his arms around Shinjuurou Renji felt the warmth, the life, leak out of him, filling Shinjuurou up, even as Shinjuurou filled him.