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No Fussing Over Spilled Ink	By : thelastroses Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2120 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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No Fussing Over Spilled Ink

“Keep still.”
Breath snuck through pinched lips as he was pressed to the desk once more, the weight of Byakuya’s hand over his back making him shudder even though it warned more than forced. Byakuya’s body was not touching against any part of his own save the palm resting on the small of his back and it only heightened his awareness of the man, spiking his arousal even further.
Releasing his trapped lip, his breath quickened at the rustling uniform behind him signaling Byakuya was to begin once more.
He sucked in another breath attempting to tense his muscles as he thought back on how he wound up bent over his own desk…

~~

It had been uncomfortable in the office before Renji finished sliding the door shut that morning. Kuchiki taicho seemed particularly on edge which never failed to unsettle Renji when it was outside a fight since it usually meant he would be suffering for the mood his captain was in. It had been increasingly tense in the sixth division office throughout the last week. He understood, somewhat, it had been several weeks since they had seen each other outside of headquarters, both of them rushing off after work to various tasks – professional, familial or social. It left them no time to spend alone with the other and Renji could only assume Byakuya’s feelings of stress mirrored his own and were caused by the lack of, personal, contact.

“Hisagi fukutaicho brought those over this morning” Renji did not fail to notice the implication that he should have been here to receive the documents at the time of their delivery. “I expect them done before the end of the day.”
Renji attempted to mentally shatter the kenseiken as the dark head remained bent over the desk not having once looked up from the paperwork spread before him when the other entered.

Renji just rolled his eyes at the dismissive greeting placing Zabimaru within reach before sitting heavily at his desk. If Byakuya was this tense at work now it meant Renji would certainly not be enjoying himself later. It seemed his lover was in need of some serious stress relief but in his current mood Renji doubted he’d be permitted to provide any. He stretched, noisily cracking his back, swiveling his neck and flexing his fingers – all of which he knew irritated his stoic captain – before settling to work on the mass of papers.
The remainder of the morning was spent with Renji dragging out his paperwork – making as much of a disturbance to the strained silence as possible in the process – and Byakuya snapping at each interruption.
He grabbed for a brush which he fumbled, in his distraction over the tension in the room, and let it clatter to the floor – if Byakuya wasn’t going to acknowledge him beyond a terse reprimand why should he try to be considerate?

“Something amiss fukutaicho?” His captain was looking at him now, one perfectly arched eyebrow raised with his question.
For most people they needed to be surrounded with markers of their authority to seem imposing – a number of bookcases, piles of scrolls, decorative furnishings – from the start it had impressed him that his taicho managed it with just a desk.
“Nope, just getting settled.” Renji grinned widely as he bent for the brush.
Screw the tense atmosphere he’d just get the damn paperwork done as fast as possible and spend tonight over in the eleventh with some sake and friends. The sooner he was done, the sooner he could leave the office and its oppressive atmosphere. With renewed hope and energy Renji swung his rescued brush towards the ink well and promptly dumped the whole thing over. He was slow to react as he watched, horrified, as the black ink seeped over all the documents he’d worked on, as well as, most of the incomplete pile from the ninth division.
“Abarai fukutaicho!”
Renji straightened so quickly that his neck made an audible snap.
Byakuya smiled – and that by itself made Renji clench his jaw. “It is apparent to me," he explained and lay down his own brush without spilling ink, "that you are distracted. Something besides your duty is holding your attention today.
You were responsible for those extra papers.”
Renji broke eye contact as he began so dab at the spreading ink with scrap paper, attempting to soak up some of the mess.
“You were responsible for completing your division’s paperwork.”
Renji pushed the papers into a condensed pile, grateful that he’d still had a thick enough stack that it had not seeped into the wood.
“And you are accountable to me.”
Renji’s head jerked up and he sat frozen by the sharp gaze leveled at him when Byakuya mentioned accountability. Lover or not, when in their division – on most days anyway – they kept their behavior professional. Although Renji would have preferred more casual interaction throughout the day he could understand how it would be difficult to switch back to taicho/fukutaicho quickly and maintain pretenses for the others.
“Your distractions, whatever they are, have lead to this failure of duty and while you may allow such things to hinder your responsibilities I shall not. As Captain, it is my responsibility to ensure such sloppy performance does not become habit.”
Was that really what this was about, a little spilled ink – okay the papers Hisagi brought were ruined, but he could obtain duplicates – surely all this fuss was not over just a moment of clumsiness. As usual, Renji observed, Byakuya kept his movements economical as he spoke – or lectured – a paper shifted here, ink well carefully moved aside, a hand slipped to the drawer of the desk.
Renji had, on many occasions, made slight errors but this exaggerated lecture seemed a bit excessive for a little spilled ink. It was no worse than the time he’d disturbed a rather large stack of completed documents on Byakuya’s desk in his hasty gestures when explaining something or other to the man, it had taken over an hour to sort them again. An hour Byakuya made him spend knelt on the floor sorting and – wait – while he settled watching in his chair smirking…was that what this was? Renji recalled Byakuya being tense that day too…on several occasions actually his errors had led to disproportionate reactions on his taicho’s part depending on how stressed his lover was at the time.
“Therefore we shall correct this immediately so that you will not repeat this behavior.”
Renji resisted a shiver and kept the self-satisfied smirk from showing. Perhaps his stress would be relieved after all…
“Stand up fukutaicho.”
Then again…
“Um…tai…” Renji rose, but as Byakuya moved to rise he lost focus on his initial statement, “…cho…”
Byakuya rose with his natural grace, his right arm hidden in the folds of his robes, as he came around his desk.
“Now, remove, fold and place the top of your shihaksho on the desk.”
Renji began to stutter…“what are you…” “no way…” “here?…you’re always saying no” “you’re…you say it’s…when I” “…you can’t…I mean…” Then he came to his senses, quick to change his moods as always, “of course if you’ve finally come to yer senses all ya had to do was ask Byak – ”

“This is not what you are thinking, now please,” the nicety said more out of exasperation than any attempt of Byakuya’s to be polite, “do as you are instructed.”
Renji was a bit confused if he wasn’t taking off his clothes for sex why would his lover – taicho in the office, pardon him – want him to strip? Besides if the man wanted him to focus working off the energy, a little sweat, a little violence, some release and he’d be focused again – all the tension in the room would sure as hell be gone. He paused only momentarily and then shrugged out the top layers of his uniform. Folding it, carefully as he was being watched, he then smoothed his obi before turning to face Byakuya.

“Very good, now bend over and put your hands on the other side of the desk, fukutaicho, and grip the edge.”
Renji bristled, embarrassed at being ordered around and not understanding what seemed to be the prelude to the physical, yet Byakuya was insisting on this ridiculous façade of “fukutaicho this” and “fukutaicho that.” If the man wanted to take him over the desk Renji would’ve been more than happy to spread his legs – but this was just adding to the tension already in the room and Byakuya’s attitude was rapidly squashing any arousal on Renji’s part.
Confused and fairly annoyed at his – taicho – Renji still did as he was told, but not without comment. “What about the paperwork? …taicho.” He could care less about the spill now which meant he couldn’t help adding the title, hoping it sounded to the other man like an afterthought and he took it for the bit of an insult it was meant as.
Renji ground his teeth when he heard the snide tone, sure that Byakuya was smirking.
“As it has been blotted and will not spread further I believe it will be helpful for you to look at your mess while we attempt to improve your focus. Now spread your feet apart, keep your arms outstretched and look down. I want you to hold this position.”
Renji couldn’t help the keen feeling of a dog who was just about to have his nose rubbed in it.
He felt slightly better as Byakuya ran a hand down Renji’s left side before sliding it underneath to caress his muscled abdomen. Perhaps this was leading to a more pleasant form of tension relief after all. Renji was convinced of it when Byakuya loosened his obi and his hakama slid to the floor pooling at his ankles. When a finger slipped into the back of his fundoshi and tugged the fabric slightly, his arousal was further awakened as it swelled in its confines.
His hopes of a quick office interlude were squashed however when Byakuya chuckled lowly and removed his hand, replacing it with something hard, but flat, that felt– and further confused Renji – like wood.

“What the hell?” Suddenly it clicked, and Renji’s stomach fluttered with an unnamed upset as he again had visions of that dog with its tail between its legs before his pride riled him. “No way!”
He started to shove off the desk before a deceptively slender hand pushed between his shoulder blades.
“Punishment, fukutaicho, remember this is punishment. Had your mind been on your work this would not have happened. You need to learn to focus and, as your taicho, I intend to aid you. Unless, of course, you would rather I help you hone your concentration with further paperwork?”
“No taicho…I –” whatever else he might have said was cut off as Byakuya brought the paddle down. His body strained but managed to obey Byakuya’s command that he hold position over the desk. “Damnit! Warn a guy, will ya?!”
“That would,” Byakuya smirked, though Renji could not see, “rather defeat the purpose fukutaicho. Now keep quiet, and, be still.”
Renji settled for a growl so Byakuya settled for a rather powerful smack to the flesh of Renji’s buttocks where it met his thigh.
This was absurd. Renji couldn’t believe the man was about to spank him like some petulant child. He was about to voice his opinion when his taicho’s smooth voice stalled him.
“I have every intent to be fair about this fukutaicho.” The paddle rested against his right leg as Byakuya once again took to running his free hand up Renji’s left side, and down his chest. “I believe nine strokes for the failed paperwork from Hisagi Fukutaicho, a further six for your failure to the division and another six for a failure to your taicho. Which makes…?”
Renji was now grateful for his grip on the desk…it meant he couldn’t grab Zabimaru and take a swing at the man behind him. Did the bastard actually expect him to respond…bent over his desk waiting for his lover to pound into him? Highly arousing. Bent over his desk waiting for his lover to pound a paddle against him? Not…well, he’d never exactly…it was only twenty-one after all…how bad could it be…besides maybe after Byakuya stared at his bare ass for a few more seconds he’d forego this stupid punishment idea and make proper use of the situation. It wasn’t everyday his “fukutaicho,” his lover, was naked around the office.
“That’s twenty-one…taicho.” Renji smirked, best to play along, the sooner Byakuya got what he wanted, the sooner Renji got his own wants taken care of.
“Correct. Since this is about increasing your focus you will remember where you are and that you must always focus on your duties. So you will count each stroke, aloud, and address me afterwards before receiving the next. Should you fail at either the number or my title I will repeat that stroke. Do you understand fukutaicho?”
Renji resisted the urge to growl again. When he got his damn taicho alone again…
A ‘SMACK’ echoed in the office, as Byakuya brought the paddle down on Renji’s right cheek.
“F-uck! This is stupid Byak– ”
Again the paddle smacked down, this time Byakuya peppered Renji’s ass several more times before letting up to see if his fukutaicho was ready to cooperate.
“Ow! Alright, alright!! I got it, just get it over with already.”
Another sharp smack was delivered on Renji’s left side to mirror the previous. “I asked if you understood me fukutaicho, clearly you are not focusing.”
Damn the man. “I…” Renji’s cheeks were burning, both sets, and hell Byakuya was taking this awfully seriously. Best to just get it done with then, “…I understand, taicho.”
No acceptance was uttered, his statement was proved accepted when another hard stroke landed across the middle of his rear.
Renji grit his teeth but remembered to utter, “One, taicho.”
The next few strokes went as Byakuya instructed, and although they hurt – his taicho could certainly swing a paddle – Renji’s initial arousal had not completely flagged. Especially since Byakuya continued to massage his skin between strokes and telling him to relax, it was unnerving, being stroked and then struck with the paddle and there was no pattern. No doubt well thought out Byakuya did not set up a rhythm there was no measured time between Renji’s count and the next hit, nor the placement.
Renji pushed his chest into the hand running along it and released a soft moan, unconsciously swiveling his hips as his arousal heightened.

"I said relax, not lose focus." While Byakuya was caressing his chest Renji's head had drooped slowly, hanging down until his forehead nearly touched the desk. “As exotic as your markings are, black smudges would hardly be attractive, keep your head up and stay focused, fukutaicho.”
Byakuya cracked the paddle across Renji’s ass. Renji’s eyes had been half closed as he moaned, but now he snapped out of it, straining his head back up and arching with the smack.
“OW” So much for stress relief, how was he supposed to, and why did the man want him to relax anyway couldn’t they just hurry up and get it over with? Further why was he getting an erection when he was mortified and angry, it must just be the excitement of being naked in the office and presence of his lover.
“Twe-twelve, taicho.”
“That one,” was the smug remark, “does not count.”

~~

He’d forgotten to say “taicho” on fifteen which brought another halt and another repeated stroke, he’d also broken position again and let several curses fly since the start all of which resulted in repeats and sometimes repeats of the repeated strokes throughout the ordeal. This left them back to where he was now waiting for Byakuya to bring the paddle down again and if he could just “focus” through these last few then his humiliation would end.

“If, fukutaicho,” Renji would scream at the formal address if he knew it wouldn’t mean an extra stroke, “you would just maintain your focus on the present situation then you would not have suffered over double the initial number. Perhaps this is distracting you, then?” Byakuya reached under him and cupped the front of his fundoshi which was stretched taut over his strained arousal.
Renji moaned long and loud as his aching cock was acknowledged and he thrust into the hand without thinking. Naturally this earned another smack, which in turn made Renji moan but he managed not to move this time.
“Now I believe that was, well we are calling it ‘seventeen’ aren’t we?”
Before Renji could confirm or deny this, Byakuya brought the paddle against him once more. Rather than question, confirm or deny anything Renji just cried out, “eighteen, taicho,” in an effort to make it to the end.

By this point, between the repeats, and the extras he hadn’t bothered to count, he’d suffered through over forty strokes. He was sure his ass was matching his hair by now and just wanted this done and some relief for his aching cock.

‘SMACK’ he winced and nearly lifted from the desk as Byakuya targeted the juncture of thigh and cheek again.
“Nineteen, tai -” ‘SMACK’
“cho” was hissed out, just as the twentieth stroke fell.
“Twenty, taicho.” Last one, last one, last one…Renji’s body was nearly vibrating with excitement, relief, arousal, he didn’t have enough energy to care, his only focus was on getting this ended.
He felt Byakuya’s free hand at the nape of his neck and shuddered as a long finger pushed along his spine, slid into the dip of his –
‘CRACK’
“Twen-“ Renji breathed out sharply, “twenty-one, taicho.” He remained exactly as he was, sure that if he moved it would be an excuse to smack him again.
He was stunned then when he heard, and saw out of the corner of his eye, the paddle being placed on the desk. Byakuya leaned over him at the same time, breathing against his ear, “You did well, but you still lack focus.”

As he spoke Byakuya’s hands skimmed down Renji’s sides, to rest on his hips.
“So, you are not yet done, fukutaicho,” with that he grasped one reddened cheek in each hand and squeezed, undoing the fundoshi as he did so.
Renji growled, caught off guard, but then the hands were gone so fast if it weren’t for the throbbing in his muscles and cool air over his freed erection he wouldn’t have believed the man had grabbed him.
“You may get up now, fukutaicho” Byakuya placed one hand on his shoulder physically prompting his along with his words. “Do not turn around yet…and keep quiet.”
As he stood, Byakuya took his wrists in hand and he felt fabric being wrapped around them which he could only assume was his own obi. Though he knew the paddling was over he decided it would be best not to push it and obedience would probably aid in his own relief so he kept silent and let his hands be bound.
“Now turn around,” Byakuya ordered, “and kneel.”
Renji was about to snap at the man, but rationally thought, ‘the faster he gets off the sooner I do.’ He stumbled as he tried to turn, black fabric still tangled around his ankles, he felt a little foolish naked, while caught and bound in his own uniform in the middle of the office. With his hands tied he decided to look in askance rather than voice any questions he had as he attempted to step out of the tangled hakama.
“No, leave them, it suits you…” Renji was a bit surprised to see the open lust on Byakuya’s face, so much so that he forgot any embarrassment he might have had and dropped to his knees. Snapping, tension and punishment all but forgotten as it was overridden by his own lust to actually be having Byakuya in such a way while they were both at work. This controlled lack of control was turning Renji on beyond rational thought and he used that as an excuse as to why he remained hard throughout the paddling.
Saving him the shuffle forward, Byakuya stepped over to him while seamlessly baring his own arousal through black fabric to Renji’s upturned face. No orders were necessary and Renji immediately began to lick and suckle the head of Byakuya’s cock, smirking around the flesh as a ragged gasp of breath was taken in above him.
Steadying himself, Byakuya grasped at Renji’s hair, snapping the tie off in an effort to free it and dragging the white hachimaki off of his forehead. As soon as his hair was freed Renji moaned at the feel of Byakuya’s fingers coming through it and a deep rumble rolled through his chest as his lover used it to pull Renji further onto his erection.
Determined to pull Byakuya just a little further from his comfortable mask of “taicho,” to crack a little more of his control, Renji began to suck in earnest. He hummed, groaned and rolled his tongue making every effort to snap his taicho’s semblance of calm.
His reward came naturally but unexpectedly, when a broken, “Ren-ji” whispered over his taicho’s lips just before he spilled into Renji’s waiting mouth. He continued to lick Byakuya clean through the aftershocks and placed a kiss to his hipbone as slender fingers curled over his shoulders while he panted.
He waited several moments before he couldn’t stop himself from thrusting forward, still kneeling on the floor and not hard enough to dislodge his lover, but he needed relief desperately now.
“Tai-taicho, please” he whispered, hips thrusting at the air seeking release.
“No…” Renji nearly whimpered, and screamed, and choked all at once.
“…no, Byakuya” Byakuya said firmly as he leaned back from Renji having regained his balance. He knelt on the floor slightly to Renji’s right side and kissed his sweaty shoulder, then neck, temple, before coming to lick at the black marking just under Renji’s hair. “Byakuya. Renji…touch yourself…please,” as he undid the tied obi, Byakuya slanted his mouth against Renji’s. “Please,…I want to watch…” he entreated once more before returning his lips to Renji’s.
Renji barely heard the second please, as his hands were already wrapping around himself. While it was odd to be kneeling up, at this point Renji would’ve done it standing on one hand in front of Zaraki if it meant release. He swallowed around Byakuya’s tongue and groaned into the other man’s mouth as one hand cupped his balls and the other slid easily over his arousal. He’d thought he’d need to break the kiss in order to slick his hand but between the sweat from the strain of punishment and what had already dripped from his arousal his hand was able to slide along his length freely.
Running a thumb over the head as he broke from Byakuya for air, Renji’s eyes drooped to slits just as Byakuya reached behind him…
…and brought the paddle down with a resounding ‘CRACK’… “Keep going Renji…”
He yelped, and should’ve been furious, stopped, even just glared, but he did nothing more than continue to stroke himself to the “faster” whispered into his ear.
The faster he stroked the quicker and sharper the paddle fell against him until he fell forward, braced on the hand he threw out to catch himself. Byakuya caught him about the waist and placed his own hand over Renji’s even as he continued to rain blows on Renji’s ass.
“Harder…” Renji didn’t believe it was his own voice that asked for it and found he was pleased that Byakuya understood that he didn’t ask it of the hand that was helping out with his cock.
“Harder, please, harder” He thrust in earnest now, head nearly down to the floor as he spiraled towards release.

As a fierce slap of the paddle struck across his ass, Renji began to come, so hard that he screamed “Byaaa – kuya” and choked at once over his lover’s name.

They remained half knelt, half sprawled on the floor for some time until Byakuya gently placed his arms under Renji’s and raised him off the floor. He turned Renji around to lean his hands on the back of the desk chair while he moved to clean them both off. As Renji trembled slightly, attempting to focus on balancing Byakuya placed a chaste kiss on his forehead while sweeping back his hair.
“Rest for a minute, then dress, clean up this mess and procure new documents from the ninth squad. I trust that now you can keep yourself focused on your work and that you will complete it by the end of the day.”
If Renji wasn’t weak from such an intense orgasm, or dizzy from pleasure, or confused from the aloof, to punishing, to gentle and back to this “taicho orders” crap he might have lashed out. Instead Renji just leaned a little more weight onto the back of the chair while he attempted to formulate a response.

In the end, it was the best option, as Byakuya looked him over, seeming to be satisfied with what he saw he moved back to his own desk and papers, taking the paddle with him. “Oh, and Renji? Should all of your work be completed it will be considered as proof of a commitment to focusing more fully on your work and will then” listening all the while Renji brought his head up to meet Byakuya’s plain gaze, “be rewarded.”
While part of him wanted to collapse and tell his lover to shove a zanpakuto up his butt, the part that wanted his lover as much as, if not more than, he had several moments before forced himself to dress and begin cleaning up. Renji did note, with wry amusement, that regardless of his current discomfort there was a considerably relaxed feel to the air at present from both of them. For all that Renji respected the man and even appreciated, at least partly, his methods he did have to question just how this was to help him focus, and surely Byakuya must realize the sting in his ass, not to mention the remaining arousal would detract from the focus on his forms.
A glance back over to his captain, and his decidedly wicked smirk made Renji consider maybe that was his intent? Fine then, if the bastard wanted him to focus then he’d focus – focus on the promise of a reward for remaining focused throughout the day!

~FIN~
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