A/N: So, sex scene. Yay… As you can see, I can't help but add a tiny bit of drama. So this is M rated material, meaning that there is sex between two men. So if you don't like that...then don't read this.

I wasn't one to brag, but it was no secret that I was the one who transformed Karakura Sports into an excellent store. Sure, when Kensei was the only one managing it, everything was cheap. However, low prices don't always attract customers. A store needs personality, advertisements, and a salesperson that doesn't either scare the living shit out of someone or annoy them to death. Anyway, I liked to think of myself as the store's savior.

First, I organized the merchandise so that it actually looked good. No weird piles of gloves or baseball bats in random places. I also added stuff like sizing charts and information about each sport so that customers would feel more confident with that they were buying. I put out flyers around town so that people knew this place existed. Really, if Renji hadn't wandered down this street, I would've never known there was a sports shop here. Also, last but not least, I made the store look pretty. Well, not pretty. It no longer looked like a jail cell filled with crap. Of course, with me at the wheel, the store became more popular and Kensei always refused to acknowledge that I was a better salesperson and manager than him. Him and his stupid pride.

It was on one of the typical crowded afternoons when I realized that Kensei and I still hadn't gone all the way. This really isn't a revelation someone wants to have when they're talking to an old granny about the effects of wearing old running shoes.

"Could my shoes be the cause of my pains?" she asked me.

"If the pains are really bothering you, you should go see a doctor. But I know from experience that bad running shoes can make your shins ache and your legs feel stiff-ff—uh..." Yeah, that was when the image of Kensei's hard length not delving into me came to mind. The old woman looked at me like I was crazy, but I just waved it off as indigestion. She seemed to understand and we continued our conversation.

However, after that I couldn't concentrate on anything other than the fact that Kensei somehow avoided the next step in our intimate relationship. I eventually sent the sweet woman on her way with a new pair of shoes and a promise to see a doctor if the problem persisted.

There were still a few hours left before closing time. I was torn between having Mashiro replace me so I could slip into Kensei's office or waiting until the store closed. I probably stood there looking like an idiot for a good ten minutes before I made up my mind. No matter how much Shinji corrupted me, I would hold my ground until closing time. I was not a slacker!

This turned out to be more difficult than I thought, since after my split-second fantasy I was really, really horny. Kensei and I had gone pretty far sexually. In fact, a few nights before, I felt him on my lips for the first time. The memory of my tongue dragging against him and swallowing down what I could made me bite my lip and try to force my arousal into submission. Oh god, I was turning into an even bigger pervert.

For the next few hours I tried to keep the fantasies at bay. I wasn't worried about the reason why Kensei was avoiding the most intimate contact I could imagine. If he was just turned off by the butt aspect of it, then I knew I could seduce him into wanting it. Or maybe he was afraid that he'd bottom. Despite how much that thought excited me, he brought out the submissive side of me. Sometimes.

By the time I locked the shop's front door, I was ready to explode. Mashiro had already left, so it was only me and Kensei. Kensei was in his office and it only took a few moments for me to reach his door.

He looked up in surprise and he saw the door open. He was hunched over his desk, pen in hand and papers strewn across the wood surface. He was blissfully unaware of Hurricane Shuuhei coming his way. But I must've had the words horny teenager stamped on my forehead since he didn't stay unawares for long.

"Oh, god, not now," he sighed, rubbing his temples. I locked the door behind me.

"You promised we'd do it once I graduated," I stated, getting right to it. Kensei had strong moral objections to having sex with a high school student. I graduated a few weeks before and was going to the local university in the fall. We also rented an apartment together, so I couldn't see what the problem was.

Kensei groaned and let his pen fall to the desk.

"Let's do this at home," he mumbled, rubbing his hands over his face. I puffed up and crossed my arms over my chest.

"No," I said, eyeing him from across the room. I walked over to his desk and loomed over his sitting form. He stared up at me with a what-the-hell look on his face. "If we go back home you'll find some kind of excuse…or someone will come barging in," I added as an afterthought.

Kensei stood up so that we were face to face. He looked me in the eye, like he was studying me.

"You sure you want to do this?" he asked. I nodded, wondering why he looked so hesitant.

"Come on, I'm not scared or anything," I joked. He stopped his movements and glanced away. No way. Why would he- "You think because of Jiruga…?" His silence was my answer.

This was why he didn't attempt to go any further with me? Because he thought I was mentally scarred from my short-lived night with Jiruga? My heart was melting at the thought of him caring enough to think that much, but I was also a little worried.

"We've already been through this," I said. "He didn't do anything."

"He almost did," Kensei snapped back. Yeah. I know. I was there.

"I escaped." Sure, it had been scary as hell, but I got through it. In fact, the only thing that bothered me about that night was Kensei's uncontainable anger. That was the first time I thought he'd lose control. My life had been filled of scary shit; I had the scars to prove it. The incident with Jiruga was something I could forget about. I was good at forgetting.

"Shuuhei," he groaned. He grasped my arm hard and tugged me closer. The close contact made my heart race for all sorts of reasons. "You were trapped in a room with him. He touched you and almost forced you. Look me in the eye and tell me that didn't scare you."

He was calm again, but his eyes were cold. I wanted to look away, but forced myself to stay strong. However, his gaze was unnerving me.

"I-…I was scared at the time," I mumbled. Kensei nodded, looking as if he proved something. "But that was then," I stressed. "He's gone. I'm not scared anymore."

Kensei shook his head, like I was missing some vital point. I clenched my hands into fists. I knew my emotions and I knew that I wanted this. Kensei didn't trust me, didn't listen to me. I held back the urge to leap forward and smack that exasperated look off his face.

"I saw you," he finally said. He looked me in the eye again, daring me to say something. The only problem was that I had no idea what he was talking about.

"Masturbating?" I offered. His jaw dropped open before he groaned.

"No!" he almost yelled. "You flinched! When I started to finger you, you flinched."

I barely remembered that. We just had a good round of groping when he had started to delve towards my backside. Normally, I would've been all for it, but earlier that day I slipped and smashed my tail bone against the edge of a concrete step. Kensei just happened to touch the bruise. He immediately apologized and walked away. I assumed he understood.

"My butt hurt," I explained. He didn't look convinced. "I fell and my tailbone bruised. You touched it. It hurt. I flinched from pain." Was this so hard to understand?

Kensei frowned, studying me. After a while he flopped back on the chair, rubbing his eyes.

"Really?" he asked.

"Yes."

He was silent again. He just stared at me, with that frown marring his face. Realizing that he was waiting for me, I walked over to his chair and leaned down. I ran my hand through his hair and smiled.

"I'm not scared, Kensei," I murmured. "I love you. I want you. More than anything."

A hand grabbed the back of my head and pulled my face towards his. Our lips came together and I sighed into the touch.

"Well, if you put it that way," he whispered in my ear.

Finally.

The drive back to our apartment was torture. Kensei's sports car couldn't go fast enough and all the traffic lights were against us. I sat in the passenger seat next to him, hardly able to keep my hands in my lap. The urge to reach over and touch him was strong and it looked like Kensei wasn't faring any better than I was.

We pulled into the designated parking space and jumped out as soon as the car came to a stop. In record time we ran to our apartment and locked the door behind us. In the sanctuary of our home, we came together in a breath-taking kiss.

As we smashed our lips together, his hands ran all over my body. I weaved my fingers through his hair, reveling in the feel of the silky white strands. There was nothing separating our bodies but the confines of our clothes.

We stumbled into the bedroom, blindly falling onto the large bed. I landed on top, staring into Kensei's deep grey eyes. For once, I was in control. I liked staring down at him. I

"Don't think about it," Kensei growled before expertly flipping us over. I was sprawled over the sheets, Kensei hovering over me. It seemed like there was no way he was giving me any chance of domination. Oh well, I would give in this time. But- I grabbed the back of his head and forced him into a searing kiss which left us both winded—I wasn't going to give up control.

The look on Kensei's face was of pure hunger. His eyes were smoldering and I melted under his gaze. The room was too hot and I tugged at my shirt, needing it to be off now. Kensei did the same.

Kensei liked foreplay. He liked to drive his partner into oblivion before he took it to the next level. As much as I appreciated that, at that moment I was not in the mood to stall any longer. I latched onto his belt and within the blink of an eye I had his pants on the floor. Like everything else, I was an expert at undressing. Kensei looked like he was caught between laughing and groaning, but in the end he settled for tearing every piece of clothing off me until I was laying beneath him in all my glory.

I took a moment to look him over. I'd seen him naked tons of times before (and he was nothing short of perfect), but that humongous thing hanging between his legs hadn't been about to go into me before. I was staring at it, valuing it's godliness but also wondering how it was going to fit. There was no way it was going in without a lot of preparation.

Kensei saw the direction of my gaze and chuckled before covering my body with his. His body heat turned my brain into mush.

"Leave it all to me," he whispered in my ear, the puffs of breaths sending sparks straight to my groin. I moaned and arched into him. The need to wait became less and less important as the seconds ticked on.

His hands ran down my chest, leaving sparks as they went. I loved it when he touched me. I loved it when his hands grasped my hips and tugged them into his own. I loved it when he grinded into me, our arousals meeting and rubbing together.

I was about to lose my mind.

I dragged my hands down his back and cupped his muscular backside. I squeezed, eliciting a groan that turned into a gasp when my finger found his entrance.

"Hurry up," I ordered breathlessly. "Or I'll do it for you."

Before I could say anything more, Kensei snatched a bottle of lube from the bedside table. It was pity he was so adverse to the thought of bottoming for me, but, I guessed it would also be fun slowly getting him keen to the idea. I smirked, thinking of the ways-

My eyes shot wide open as a single digit prodded me, teasing me open before working its way in. It was strange. I'd never done this before, and the feeling was something I never experienced. It was uncomfortable at first, but when he started stroking, my eyes slid closed. I could feel flesh sliding against flesh and I pushed back, wanting more of the satisfying contact.

The finger drew back out and came back with another. It took a few moments of caressing before the two slipped in. I didn't feel pain; Kensei did it so slowly and patiently. His two fingers thrusting in and out almost drove me over the edge. I was dangerously close to losing my hold on reality when he hit a spot that made me see white.

I covered my face with my arms. Oh gods. I pushed back, hoping to hit that spot again. My mouth was dry and my heart was threatening to leap out of my chest, but I didn't care. I just wanted more.

I half expected Kensei to laugh at my reactions, but I only heard an inhale before he crushed his lips against mine. Our tongues tangled together and I lost myself in the feeling of us moving together. I moved my arms out of the way and wrapped them around his neck, pressing him closer. His body was hot, burning, and his muscles writhed under my touch.

His face was flushed and I knew mine was too. He belatedly grabbed a condom and tried to rip it open. His hands were too slippery, though, and I ended up snatching it from him, my patience running thin. I tore open the package and instantly rolled it over him. He groaned and thrust into my touch.

I rolled over onto my stomach, lifting my hips. Kensei squeezed one of my cheeks, rubbing it as he lined himself up. My entire body shivered, every part of me ready for this moment.

The head of his erection slipped in and I chocked on a gasp. It was bigger than his fingers. It stretched me in ways that were both pleasurable and painful. Before long, the pleasure melted away the pain as he went in deeper and deeper. He went in as far as he could and paused. I could feel him twitch inside me.

I was full, bursting to the point where my thoughts spilled away, leaving me muddled and gasping. I eventually adjusted to his size and pushed back, asking for more. He slowly drew out and pushed back in, keeping it measured and deliberate. One of his hands was entwined with mine, the other grasped my hip.

My head fell to the bed, my free hand clutching the sheets. He picked up the pace, each thrust rocking me into the mattress. Almost each time he hit that spot. I was letting out noises I would be horrified of later, but at the moment each whimper and moan fueled my arousal.

Soon enough, Kensei worked himself into a frenzied pace. My mouth hung open as he pounded into me, everything focusing on the sensation of him forcing himself in deeper and deeper. I cried out each time he hit home, my throat soon becoming raw but I was too far gone to care.

His hand reached under me and grabbed my length. He jerked the shaft and my eyes snapped open. I let out a long, loud moan before grinding back into him. He thrust in harder, making me yelp. He kept a grip on my hip as he tugged on my erection. All I could do was flop and was just feel as the sensations over came me. My breath came out in short gasps, my eyes slid closed, and my mouth fell open into a small scream as I came all over the sheets.

All my strength left me and my legs gave out. Kensei fell with me, plunging him in deeper. That, coupled with me clenching around him, sent him over the edge. He groaned as he emptied himself into the condom.

He fell on top of me when he was done. As soon as he gathered his thoughts together, he rolled off me onto his side.

For a few minutes, I basked in the afterglow of my orgasm as Kensei did the same. His arms snaked around me, pulling me to his chest. We spooned together for a while, relishing in each other's warmth and presence. Our breathing slowly returned to normal.

He pressed light kisses against the back of my head, thanking me, worshipping me.

"Kensei," I managed to say. I turned around, so that we were chest to chest, and kissed him. "I wasn't scared."

He smiled against my lips and drew me in closer.

I finally belonged to him entirely and he also belonged to me. I wasn't sure what fate would bring us, whether we would be together forever as we intended. However, at that moment, it was just Kensei and I, wrapped together in each other's arms. No interruptions. No threats. Just us.