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Lust Like No Other	By : X_TardisxTaichou_X Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Byakuya/Renji Views: 3487 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. Tite Kubo owns all the characters and Bleach universe, people! I'm too kinky to let them just fight around ;)

Chapter List
- 1-Lust Like No Other
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Renji Abarai always wondered what it would be like to see his captain interact in the living world. He wondered if he'd be awkward and silent, or loud and normal. Somehow, the idea of seeing him outside of his captain haori and black kimono amused the redhead. He held so much respect for Byakuya Kuchiki and admired him to such an extent, that he took the liberty to wonder about his captain in the weirdest of situations and what he'd do were something happen to him. Of course, the extent of his thoughts didn't just linger on what ifs and what woulds. They lingered more along the lines of "if he were mine..." and "I'd love to bend him over."

He didn't always think of his captain that way. As a matter of fact, he would probably had been appalled by the thoughts swimming in his mind now a couple of years ago. Were it not for the incident that happened in the living world two months ago, Renji wouldn't be having dirty thoughts about the cold, beautiful Kuchiki. It had been unintentional and rather funny, really... Right?

Wrong. The whole incident had been rather awkward and uncomfortable for both men. Or so Renji thought the morning after. But after much thinking, he decided it was the best experience he's ever had. What had started out as a mission to help Kurosaki Ichigo with some hollows that were causing a riot in the living world, quickly turned into a nightmare for the redhead when his captain refused to be left alone in a ratty hotel room. A sinful, passionate nightmare that Renji had so enjoyed. . .

"Got anywhere to stay, Captain?" Asked Renji as they stepped out of the gate that led from the sereitei to the living world. The Kuchiki just glanced at him from the corner of his eyes and started towards Urahara's shop. "So where would you stay?" Asked Renji, now curious. Why his captain had come with him in the first place, he didn't know. All his taichou had told him was that it was required of him to help out his division every once in a while, no matter how small the mission was. Renji was thinking of staying over at Urahara's, oblivious to the fact that his captain had arranged a hotel room for both of them because he refused to stay with "lower beings" (A.K.A. Ichigo and his friends).

"Arrangements were made prior to our arrival," came the reply. The stoic man didn't even glance at Renji. Just kept trudging forward, exhaustion clear on his shoulders. "I have to head to Urahara's first."

"What for?"

"Need to discuss certain matters, Abarai. Enough with the questions. Here," he shoved a letter with an address at his hands and flash stepped away. Renji sighed, blushing at the way the man treated him. Recently, his taichou has been much colder than usual to him. Ever since he accidentally walked into the bath house to see a naked and bent over Renji over a bench, putting lotion on his body. Renji had thought nothing of it at first but he briefly wondered if that incident had insulted the captain in some way. Never would he have thought that the stick up Byakuya's ass could be shoved any further than it already was—he was dead wrong, as it seemed.

Daunting as it was, however, he had to deal with it and hope that it'd go away eventually. The captain, while not being a very magnanimous person, still held a soft spot for his vice captain, he knew, so Renji hung on to that and hoped it'd go away sooner rather than later. Rolling his eyes, he set forward towards the hotel the captain and him would be staying over for the next three days. He couldn't really say no to him, either way.

It wasn't until midnight that night that Renji heard—felt, really—his taichou's reiatsu outside the door. For the first time, he noticed how riled up it was and how it seemed to fluctuate every once in a while, as though he was trying to control it. His attempts were futile, however. Slowly, the door opened. Renji pretended to be asleep while the captain stumbled into the room. He then attempted to close the door in what seemed like a quiet way but ended up being a loud thud in the dead silence of the room.

The only reason why they were sharing a room in the first place was due to the captain's insistence that they be together rather than separated—something about strengthening their bond. Such bullshit, Renji had thought then. He only wanted to keep an eye on him to see if he'd do anything stupid. Or so he thought. The real reason was—and Renji will find this out later—because Byakuya couldn't stand the thought of being alone in the living world. No matter what rank he was, he always seemed to need a certain someone by his side. Never mind that it was always Renji and not someone else from his division. He just seemed to depend on the redhead more nowadays, not that he would admit it. Even if he had seen Renji naked and bent over, not that he cared much about the naked part as he had seen him naked before, he only wanted to spend more time with him, see what he usually did out here since Byakuya didn't come out very often. At least that's what he told himself. Truth he told, ever since he had walked in on Renji in such a compromising position, Byakuya had somehow felt this sudden attraction towards him. His fukutaichou had looked quite appetizing and he loved that very image. However, he had tried his hardest to have any sort of unnecessary contact since then, afraid that his feelings would be known the minute any part of them touched. Kami forbid any of that happen. He wasn't gay. Renji was just. . . an exception. Like the many exceptions he has had throughout his life.

So today when they had stepped out of the gate, he had headed straight to Urahara's shop. Not because he had urgent business, no, but simply to give Renji some space. Byakuya knew very well how tough he had been on Renji since he had seen his fukutaichou in that compromising position. So he decided to let him be for a while. He just simply took advantage of that time to gather some things from Urahara's. However, he hadn't expected the scene that would meet him in the shop. Ichigo, Orihime, Chad, even Rukia, had all been there with Urahara, drinking some sake.

They seemed to be celebrating. Rukia, in her foggy/inebriated state, had grasped her brother's wrist and made him sit down after he greeted them all, his usually collected self not surprised outwardly. Byakuya knew then that he should have said no, that he should have just gathered the gigai for himself (Renji already had his) and gone right back to Renji. But the look everyone gave him made him stay back and linger for a few more hours. They pleaded him to stay, even going as far as calling him a prude for not relaxing the slightest bit. And, really, how could he say no? He had found out that the problem they were there to help fix was gone and resolved. So he had the next three days all to himself to relax. What better way to start it then by drinking some long, long longed sake? He hadn't drank in years, heck—DECADES! So why not?

By the time he was done, it was midnight and a very drunk Byakuya attempted a few times to flash step away but failed so many times until he realized that he wasn't in his spirit form. Resigning himself to defeat, he had made his way back to the hotel by foot, looking for that familiar, red reiatsu that was his fukutaichou.

Hmmm, Renji, thought Byakuya in a hazy state. And just like that, heat started to disperse all throughout his body. He remembered the many times that Renji had been naked with him in the bathhouse. How he had felt so tempted to reach for and touch that gloriously tanned, muscular skin of his. Byakuya wasn't really one to care about gender. He had one or two late night meetings with males over the past five decades. While he still loved Hisana, she was a thing of the past, he knew, so he had tried to move on. His attempts were futile, however, and somehow he found himself still alone and thinking of his dearly, parted beloved.

No one seemed to be able to please him. No one seemed to grasp his personality or be able to handle him at his worst. No one seemed to be able to grasp the whole concept that was Byakuya Kuchiki or see way beyond his cold, stoic façade. No one—except Abarai Renji. He understood what Byakuya was. Renji understood what he was really like, Renji knew the compassionate and capable of love person that hid behind that serious mask of his. Renji understood his taichou's complex personality and admired him for it. Admired him for his strengths, his leadership. His very being. For all his damn weaknesses though there weren't many.

That's why he was so tough on him. Byakuya didn't want the redhead to find out about his true feelings. Didn't want Renji to take advantage of him and make him submit because Byakuya knew very well that he would happily do so. That's why tonight, of all nights, he was walking to the hotel room drunk, in human clothes, in his gigai, thinking of the many things he could do to Renji. Of the many not innocent things he could do to his fukutaichou.

His resolve wavered the minute he was in front of the hotel room. He kept thinking and thinking and thinking until finally, he slipped inside, trying to be silent but failing. One of the lamps on the bedside tables was on, shining a rather pleasant, milky yellow light on Renji's uncovered back. The only thing covered by a blanket was Renji's ass. His right leg was bent, left leg straight as he lay on his stomach. His breathing was even and for the first time in forever, the lieutenant had his beautiful mane of redhead down and scattered over his beautiful sharp features and over the tattoos on his shoulders and back. Byakuya licked his lips slowly, his cock already coming to life. How long has it been since he had a sexual rendezvous with anyone other than his hand?

The sight was something to lo and behold. The man was just sex on legs and Byakuya knew it. Releasing a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding, he took off his shoes, almost falling in his drunken state. Renji stirred and looked up, suddenly very aware of the rose colored cheeks, the askew kenseikan in the long mane of black hair, and just how tightly dressed Byakuya was. He wore tight skinny jeans that hung low on his hips and a black shirt that was too tight. So tight that it showed off his muscles and prominent features. Features that years of training had resulted in.

Slowly, Byakuya threw the black shirt over his head. Renji just stared for a minute at the happy trail leading down the long, slender, pale skinned abs. He would have never thought Byakuya was this attractive outside of his Haori and Kimono. The thought sent riling emotions through him. "Kuchiki-T-taichou?" Asked Renji, very aware now of his captain's smell of sake and flustered steps. Byakuya climbed onto the bed that held Renji and straddled his hips with such skill and ease, Renji's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "C-captain, what are ye do—" he was cut off by hands flattening themselves on his chest, tracing the tribal tattoos before pinching a nipple into a hardened nub. Renji kept back the moan threatening to escape his throat at his captain's sudden assault. The man was clearly drunk, probably mistaking him for someone else—yeah, that was probably it! "Captain, I'm a man. Please, do come to yer senses," Renji tried to sit up but his hands were suddenly held together to the bedpost by kido. "C-captain? What are ye' doin'?!" Renji struggled a bit before settling down, rummaging through his head for some sort of exit. Never mind the fact that his growing erection seemed to accommodate itself in the captain's jean clad ass every time he moved. Sure, he had fantasized of being in this position for quite a while now. Just not exactly tied up and unable to run his hands over the other man's body. Still, Renji wasn't one to give in just like that. To surrender to his primal needs just because another one was hungry for him. Neither did he ever become someone's play thing—specially that of a man. No matter how much Renji wanted, either.

Byakuya leaned down, close to Renji's face. "I can feel your sensitive flesh, Renji," Byakuya's voice was so, so very soft and husky, it illicit various images in Renji's head of what that voice would be like in complete and utter heat. Just to make his point, Byakuya ground down against Renji's very hard core and rubbed his own erection hard against him. Renji closed his eyes tight, fighting against all odds these sudden sensations that were spreading all throughout his body. Mind a mess, Renji couldn't help but open his eyes to those hooded slate grey orbs above him.

Before he knew it, or could do anything about it, Renji's lips were caught between pale pink ones and being nibbled, sucked, and nipped. Oh, how sweet this was. He never expected his captain to taste oh so very sweet. Of course, he could also taste the sake in his mouth but didn't mind one bit. So, without realizing it, Renji's mouth opened up to Byakuya's. It wasn't long before the captain's skilled, soft tongue invaded the warmth that was Abarai Renji's mouth.

Renji couldn't believe it. He really couldn't. And he knew he shouldn't be letting this happen. Knew all too well that their relationship would change after tonight but what could he do? His taichou was attractive, had the gracefulness of a cat in bed, and the way his hips were continuously grounding against his arousal was just too damn good for him to pass up. Or make him think, for that matter. He'll be damned if he had never thought of this ever happening.

So, the minute the long, lithe but still muscular body had accommodated itself on top of him, he lost all restraints and simply welcomed the touch. Nimble, slender fingers invaded his red hair and pulled ever so slightly, massaging the scalp in a way that made Renji blush with the sexual charge it had in it. It was as though his Kuchiki-taichou needed this, needed him, of all people. Renji felt the suffocating lust in those lips, how they seemed to match his so perfectly. It seemed that the world was telling him to just completely surrender to this drunk, carefree, passionate Byakuya.

He felt his hips press up against Byakuya's ass. The sudden loss of lips against his made him whine. Instantly he hated himself for showing his lust ridden state. The soft mewls that came from his lips were a show of how much he seemed to now need the stoic noble above him. He hated this, hated the need that now burned deep inside him. But god, he loved the way Byakuya pleasures him. Being dominated by his taichou was so taboo to him, such a forbidden thought that he never thought would happen. Yet, here they were.

The scene before him was so erotic as his taichou slowly sat up once more. Those lusty eyes of his were on Renji's face, watching his reaction as his hands slowly traveled down the tanned body; the muscular chest, the toned abs, just before stopping on the red happy trail that was covered by a white blanket. Byakuya settled himself on his knees between the lieutenant's thighs and bent over, tracing a lazy tongue over the pebbled brown nub that was Renji's nipple, his left hand taking care of the other nipple by pinching it and twisting it between his forefinger and thumb.

Byakuya couldn't help it. He moaned as he closed his eyes and nibbled on the sensitive flesh. This was it. This is what he had been dreaming of for kami knows how long. The way Renji was moaning just made his annoying jeans tighten even more. His cock was aching, he needed Renji. But even as drunk as he was, he had just enough control to take it slow and enjoy some foreplay. Enough to remember what he was doing and who he was doing. So slowly, oh so very slowly, his hands moved the blanket away from Renji's hips and his tongue traced the tattoos and happy trail down to Renji's happy place. Sweat and a salty taste that belonged to Renji only made Byakuya leak precum.

Fuck. If he kept this up he would finish himself off without even the faintest of touch. It was so hot. And he didn't want to feel like a teenage boy just finding out about masturbation and coming right then and there. So he did what he does best and used kido to pinch the base of his cock to keep him from coming. At the same time, his eyes met Renji's before slowly drifting down to the rather large tent in Renji's boxer briefs. The confinements—they accentuated his erection so well, noticed the usually stoic noble. The black briefs were perfect for him. They showed off his rather muscular legs and hips, hugging his skin so tightly.

Renji looked down and saw the hungry eyes set on his cock and nearly came then and there. They were so needy and full of lust, he had to wonder just how much control his captain had. Slowly, oh so very slowly, Byakuya opened his mouth and bit the mid shaft of his cock lightly through the boxers, meeting Renji's eyes. The look and sensation he gave him made him moan loud. It was so like him. To wear his heart on his sleeves and not hold anything back. It's part of what Byakuya admired about him, knowing very well he couldn't do that himself.

Before he knew it, Renji's boxer briefs were off and thrown over a shoulder, his bare cock now throbbing and eluding a rather musky, sexual scent. Just demandijg to be noticed. Byakuya once again bent over. His tongue dipped out slightly and licked Renji's slit. The redhead shivered visibly at the sudden wet feeling of the noble's tongue. "F-fu-fuck, Kuchiki-taichou," he moaned. "Please," he gasped, feeling the tongue travel up the vein under his shaft. All previous thought of defying him or rejecting him left his mind then.

"Please what, Renji-kun?" He teased, grasping the thick member in his slender fingers. His voice betrayed his own emotions. But still, he waited.

Renji met his eyes then with such an ardent intent, it almost made the Kuchuki moan and cum just from that look. "Please suck me," he gasped out the last part. Byakuya couldn't hold back. His own lust won. His mouth wrapped itself eagerly around the head and sucked. Renji pushed his hips up against the hot cavern as a result, moaning loud and tugging at his hands's confinements. He couldn't move after that. It was all pure, bloody sensations all over his body. His taichou clearly knew what he was doing as he bobbed his head up and down that delicious shaft of Renji's. He could taste the sweet/salty taste of Renji's precum in his mouth but he cared not. It was the best he's ever had and it only made him eager for more.

His tongue circled the head a few times, lapping just a bit under the head before he dipped his head all the way to deep throat the thick member. He moaned when Renji moaned, his throat tightening around the hard member. "Fu-fuck! Please!" Begged Renji. His whole body was now writhing, ready for release. Oh, so very ready. He could feel the heat pooling in his sac, his balls tightening. Just a few more sucks and he would definitely—"Noooo!" He cried out, feeling the loss of the warm, skilled mouth. "Please!" He begged, almost out of breath, panting. "Please!" He gasped. His eyes opened up to those lusty grey slates. He couldn't help begging. If it was for this cold, cold man, he didn't care. All that he could do was beg right then. The head of his cock was doing the thinking for him and Byakuya knew it.

Byakuya knew just how much control of the man's body he had now. So he rose to his knees. Undoing his kenseikan, he threw them over his shoulders. Nimble, deft fingers undid the buttons to his skinny jeans. Renji nearly drooled at the sight before him. Such perfection was not possible. It just wasn't. The pale, snowy white skin and the impossibly black curls that surrounding a long and slender (like all of him) shaft was just too much. He needed this man. And he needed him right now or he would lose it completely. "Do you like what you see, Renji?" He lifted three fingers to Renji's mouth. The redhead, nodding, slipped the fingers into his mouth and suckled, his tongue getting them nice and wet. While the redhead didn't usually bottom, he would sure as hell do it anytime of day for the sex god in front of him. The way that Renji was suckling on the three digits in his mouth, with such intense passion that Byakuya couldn't help but groan slightly. He was turned on beyond belief and he needed some sort of relief. "Your tongue is so eager. Maybe if I put something else. . ." And with that, he turned around and pushed his ass up against Renji's face.

And Renji moaned then, loud. Burying his face in between those sweet globes, his tongue immediately went for the puckered entrance. Tracing the outlines, he tentatively poked his tongue inside. Immediately his cock started twitching and leaking precum. Never in a million years would he, Abarai Renji, vice captain of the sixth division of the Gotei 13, would have thought that he would be eating his captain's ass out. Given, the taichou was drunk, yes, but did it matter? He was so damn hot in bed. So carefree and damn skilled, too. Byakuya was just gasping then, feeling his sensitive entrance being teased. It was too much for Renji. Enough with the foreplay. Let it go to hell for now. He wanted Byakuya to be buried balls deep inside of him, whether he be prepared or not.

As he got off and turned back around, he heard, with a satisfied smirk, the whine coming from Renji's mouth. Such a lewd vice captain, he thought. Leaning forward, he kissed Renji's red lips passionately, not giving him time to see just how well he was preparing himself for the thick cock beneath him. While he was getting his ass eaten out, he had found the lube he took from Urahara's (don't ask how he got it because he was drunk out of his mind, only Renji in his thoughts), and covered his fingers as well as Renji's cock with it. After a while of making out and having inserted the three fingers, he found he couldn't take it any longer.

Renji gasped instantly the minute their flesh rubbed against one another as his captain sat up. "I thought I'd be the bottom," he said through a blush, realizing just how disappointed he was and how much he had been expecting the elegant man's cock to be in him and to mercilessly pound into him.

Byakuya clicked his tongue and smirked, "another time." He whispered. Before Renji had even time to react, the captain was lowering himself on the shaft little by little. Fuck. He remembered then why he didn't like to bottom when he had his encounters with men. It was all due to the pain. Renji wasn't average, either. His cock fit his 6'2" frame. Long, thick, and very virile. He wasn't circumcised, either. But that didn't matter now, no matter how much it turned Byakuya on. What did was the fact that only the head was inside the not-so-stoic-at-the-moment noble. It hurt like a bitch but he refused to let up.

Renji could just register tightness. Oh, such tightness. "Fuck!" He groaned, thrusting his hips up accidentally, pushing himself inside the tight heat some more. He stiffened at the strangled whimper coming from the pink lips. While Renji was engulfed in such a tight and pleasurable heat, he had forgotten how much it hurt at the beginning to the bottom. It was very evident, too, the minute he glanced up from the hands on his chest to the face in pain. His cheeks were a rosy shade, eyes set above Renji's head trying to avoid eye contact, and breath uneven. "Let my hands go free," he whispered, his voice husky. It wasn't a question, and Byakuya wasn't about to argue.

Soon, Renji was holding the Kuchiki's slender hips tight and pushing up slowly. But the pace wasn't cutting it for Byakuya. It was plain uncomfortable to the man. So, just to get it over with, Byakuya pushed down all the way and fell forward. Face feathered in between the crook of Renji's neck and shoulder, the noble whimpered once more. Neither moved for the longest time. All they could feel were their body's warmth and their ragged breaths. This was impossible. Renji still couldn't believe it was happening, or that he was letting it happen. "Move," said Byakuya after he took a minute to recollect himself. Slowly, Renji lost his resolve once more and slipped out of Byakuya enough so that only his head was buried inside the impossibly tight heat. Again, Byakuya sat up, hands on Renji's chest for support.

Renji slowly thrust back in, "relax, for fuck's sake. Yer' gonna squeeze me dry," he moaned, holding the pale hips tightly, bruising the skin beneath, he knew. But Byakuya was lost after the fifth thrust. Renji had oh, so very hard, touched that special place inside of him. The noble saw stars behind his eyes. It was so damn amazing. He was gasping in pleasure, his cheeks red and hair a sweaty mess against his back, shoulders, and head. "Fucking hell," Renji gasped out as Byakuya's hips shook and writhed with such a skill out of their own will. If he kept going at this impossibly ecstasy filled pace, he would cum all too soon. Not to mention that watching his cock disappear in between those perfectly round and pale globes was so erotic, it nearly made him fuck the man into the mattress then, nearly made him forget that this was an experience meant for two people. Something the Captain had obviously forgotten after Renji had found his special spot.

   One thrust inside, balls deep, and he flipped them over so their positions were changed. "Don't make me cum and spoil our fun you greedy bastard," he growled, noticing how those eyes widened at the sudden harsh intrusion. Then, to make a point, he bit the exposed, milky neck and marked the flesh. "I hope you know, from now on, you're mine. No one gets this," he thrusts back in with such force, "sweet" thrust, "ass" thrust, "of" thrust "yours," one more thrust and his hand found the neglected member between their bodies. Byakuya was lost. His brain couldn't work properly. All he could do was gasp and groan after his prostate was being stimulated over and over with no mercy. He was a sweaty, panting, hot mess. Byakuya enjoyed the way that Renji was dominating him, playing him perfectly well like a musical instrument. It was though as Renji knew all the right buttons to touch. And the way he was squeezing and jerking his hard cock was, to say the least, maddeningly good.

   Their bodies swayed with heat and longing. They clung to one another like animals in heat. Once their release came, they were a hot mess full of pleasure and euphoria. It was like a huge wave finally reaching it's destination at the shore after a long and hard journey. "So good," puffed Renji. Byakuya could just moan at the feeling, already so spent. Passing out from exhaustion, his eyes slowly closed as a small satisfied smile spread across his kiss bruised lips.

Spent and out of breath, Renji pulled out and took his place next to the captain. "That was. . ." A light snore took him out of his sex fogged state. The bastard had fallen asleep on him. Sighing, he got out of the bed and made quick work of cleaning them both up. "What am I gonna do with ya?" He asked the sleeping form next to him. The taichou's face was so passive and vulnerable. It made him look so much younger and warm. Less like the apathetic, cold man he usually appeared to be. Renji felt warmth spread through him. Heck, he knew the morning would be awkward. But fuck it, he spooned the man into his arms and kissed the black, soft mane of hair. He smelled of sweat, sake, sex, and cherry blossoms all at the same time. And Renji loved it. He loved the way he had watched his captain come undone by HIS—RENJI'S—doings. A trickle of emotions spread through his head. Love, hate, anger, exhaustion, sadness. . . They all flashed through his face before exhaustion finally came and took him to his sleep.

So yes, that had happened. And that had been two months ago. His captain had gotten up really early so he hadn't seen the freaked out look that passed his face before a smile tugged at his lips and a chaste kiss was placed on his red ones. Nor had he seen the loving eyes the captain had given him before he took a shower and padded over to his own bed.

Renji had awoken then, feeling around with his hand for the body he thought would be there but only finding emptiness and crumpled sheets. Disappointment made itself clear the minute his eyes settled on the stoic poker face his captain always wore. "Good morning," he whispered.

   "Had a fun night?" Asked Byakuya. "You were out cold when I arrived."

   "Shouldn't I be asking ye that? Ya came in drunk and basically raped me—"

"Don't speak so lightly of me, Abarai-fukutaichou," Byakuya couldn't hide the amusement in his eyes. "I would never, not even in my wildest dreams, think of you in such a way. You were probably having one of those filthy dreams of yours," he sat up on the bed then and glanced at his subordinate. Oh, how he loved pulling his strings at times were he was serious.

Renji just gaped at him in disbelief before throwing the sheets off him and getting up, deciding that if his captain wouldn't admit that last night happened, then his fucking body would. So, with that, he padded over to the bathroom, naked. His hips swayed a bit to let the noble see just what he was missing if he kept his small charade up. The small talk had been awkward enough for Renji to bring up. But having him not admit it—the damn person that had started it all in the first place—made it even more awkward and it angered him.

He smirked a bit when he heard Byakuya's breath hitch at the sight. Renji's ass just looked so damn appetizing and very firm. Why hadn't he held it last night? He instantly regretted not having at least gotten a good grip on the man's ass. And just like that, that lust filled look took over his whole face. The demeanor of the serious man changed. The heat that spread through his body made it very clear what his body and mind wanted. Slipping out of his robes, he followed the redhead's hot piece of ass into the bathroom when he heard the water running.

Renji smirked and turned the minute his taichou joined him in the shower. "Oi, what do you think yer' doing?" It was said with amusement and a heated look at the handsome man now in front of him.

"I thought you said I belonged to you now?" Byakuya reached back and cupped the other man's ass and squeezed, taking Renji by surprise. Oh, it was so firm. His lips leaned in to the other's ears and gently bit it. "That you wouldn't let anybody else touch this 'sweet ass' of mine," Renji shivered. This Byakuya was more in control of the situation than the one from last night. This one meant real sexual business. The other just wanted a good fuck.

"I said that in a dream. Or so ye keep sayin', Kuchiki-taichou," Renji teased, licking the other man's ear and grinding their turgid cocks together. This made Byakuya's cheeks take a rose tint, his mouth now opened slightly in a silent gasp. Renji moaned, being more vocal than his counterpart.

"Just Byakuya when we're alone, please." He pauses, licking the ear in a suggestive way. "We obviously had the same dream, then," Byakuya teased, his middle finger teasing the entrance to Renji's entrance. "And I did make a promise," Renji once again moaned at the teeth claiming the skin on his neck as theirs. "I will, my little Abarai-fukutaichou, fuck you hard into this wall right now. And you will love every second of it because it is me doing it. It is me dominating you. It is me making you, the stubborn lieutenant, submit. Do you understand?" He pressed the finger inside his entrance then, moving it in preparation for their little sex scene. Renji was just hard from the way the captain had spoken to him. Who would have thought the fair and proper noble would speak such hot words? But then again, who would have thought Byakuya Kuchiki, head of the Kuchiki clan and captain of the sixth division, had a thing for men? And Renji, to make matters better?

"Yes, cap—I mean Byakuya," just like that, they both emerged themselves in their bodies. They had the next three days to themselves and they would make it the best vacation they ever had.

It had been two long months since those three days of pure, raw sex. Renji, just like Byakuya, had walked out of that hotel with a slight limp and a lot of back pain. That was fine, though. Nothing big. What was not fine, however, was the very fact that Byakuya had been neglecting him since they had gotten back from the living world and had practically gone back to giving him the cold shoulder again. Only talking to Renji when work matters were at hand was something Renji most definitely did not like. He had tried to speak to him, had tried to ask what went wrong. But he was always busy with something else. If not work, then Kuchiki clan matters. It was always something else. Never Renji. That angered the redhead. He felt used all of a sudden.

To make matters worst, captain Soi-Fon was hanging around him like a mosquito on a candy. And, to his horror, Byakuya seemed to welcome the damn whore with open arms. Renji couldn't help but feel bitter. He thought there was something else between them both. Something to unite them and bring them together as more than boss and subordinate.

Renji sighed audibly and banged his head repeatedly against his desk. "Renji," came a silky voice that made Renji see red. He was pissed. He wanted to strangle him but he knew better so he waited for his captain's voice to come back. Nothing. No voice was heard from the adjacent room to his office. So lost in thought was he that he hadn't noticed the hour. Or the figure now standing behind him.

A soft hand on his chin made him blink and then lips were tenderly placed against his. "It wasn't a one time thing," he whispered. It was enough to dissipate Renji's anger and replace it with something stronger. An ardent heat that seemed to be taking him over more nowadays, whenever he was close to his captain.

"Then why the fuck have ye' been ignorin' me, Kuchiki-taichou?" He growled, grabbing the retreating hands from his shoulders. "Two months. I've had to put up with not seeing you properly, not touching you properly," a pause here to grasp one hand hard and bring it down to his straining crotch. "Not loving you properly." Byakuya's eyes widened in surprise. He hadn't expected the redhead to be so harsh and erotic with his actions. He could feel rather well the hardship of being away from his lover too long. Renji growled. "You know how long I've been hard? How often? Just hearing yer' voice makes my damn cock ache for that mouth," his feet swept the floor and hit Byakuya's ankles to make him kneel in between his thighs while he parted his legs. "You need to be punished," Byakuya could only stare at the tent in Renji's kimono. "More so for flirting with captain Soi-Fon right in front of me. I said you belonged to me," he pulled at Byakuya's hair rather tightly. A surprised, heated gasp escaped the noble's lips.

The stoic man had to process the words being spoken by Renji. Had he really been so busy that he had neglected Renji? Had he really been too friendly with Soi-Fon? No, couldn't be. He didn't have much more time to think as a cock was now being shoved into his unexpected mouth. He nearly choked as it was pushed almost all the way. "Mmmm!!!" He protested, trying to free himself from Renji's strong grasp on his hair. He could feel his kenseikan falling out of his hair and the tears falling out of his eyes as he choked. The redhead momentarily took pity on him and pulled out. Byakuya coughed some more, holding his throat. "I was going to" cough, "come over tonight." He coughed once more. But the hand on his hair wasn't yielding any second. "I apologize for neglecting you, Renji. You probably felt like I used you for my own pleasure," he caressed the still hard member at this. His cheeks nuzzled it with such care and affection. "Trust me when I say that I've missed this," a small lick and Renji groaned. "And being inside of you," he pushed slightly below the sac towards the pink, puckered entrance, remembering the sex in the bathroom and how tight Renji had felt. "I miss the way you feel wrapped around me, my little fukutaichou," it was husky, his tone, and full of arousal. Enough to wet the panties of any woman listening to that erotic voice. "Even how you made love to me hard and not gentle that first night. I haven't stopped thinking about you inside of me," he finished, knowing full well how much it turned Renji on when he talked such perverted words. Words that he allowed Renji, he alone, to hear. Not even Hisana had seen this perverted side of him. Their sex was always vanilla in flavor. Always slow, filled with love and passion. Never filled with animalistic lust and wild, wild arousal. Renji alone brought that up in the clan leader. Renji alone made him yield like a little slut. Of course, this was only shown in intimacy. But he'd be damned if he hadn't felt Renji's heated stares for the last couple of weeks. Pleasuring himself alone wasn't something he often did. But he found, after their little escapade in the living world, just how much he got turned on by the very virile redhead in front of him.

Renji lost it then. Seeing those grey orbs hood in arousal and raw, primal lust made him needy. Needy for those lips back around his cock. "Enough talking," he panted and shoved his cock inside Byakuya's hungry mouth once again. This time he was prepared and engulfed it as best as he could. "You still need to be punished after this," he groaned, his hips bucking at the warm cavern. "So good," he gasped, feeling the wet, cool tongue lap at the head's precum. Throwing his head back, the redhead let the sensations of being swallowed whole take over his body. He couldn't help it. The way the hot cavern covered his aching rod was just too much. He loved it, loved him. Because above all else, above all the prude looks, the serious actions, and the emotionless face, lay a human soul very capable of loving and caring and having hot, hot sexual intercourse with his vice captain. Renji moaned, thrusting upwards into that hot cavern that was swallowing him hard and fast. "Ah," his whole face was red,an impending orgasm clear to anyone who saw it.

Glancing down, Renji noticed the look on his captain's face. Those grey orbs were glassy with unshed tears, jaw hanging low to allow the thick member he was sucking on like a lollipop to be allowed inside. His pale cheeks were rose in color and his hair was a mess from Renji's strong grips. Byakuya looked so disheveled and so damn wild. It was enough to drive him over the edge and make him cum. Two months of pent up stress and neglect were in there. He was ashamed to having cum so quick but cared not, for the lips suckling and nibbling on his softening member were licking up every bit of cum that had leaked out quite eagerly. "Ha, ha, ha!" He moaned, twitching slightly.

"You're so damn hot," he mumbled before tucking himself away in his kimono, ignoring—but pleasantly so—the disappointed whimper that had come out from his taichou. "Guess I gotta go, boss, ya' know I don't usually stay very late."

Byakuya, seeming to snap out of the lust ridden state that he was in a couple of seconds ago, straightened up and got up to his feet. Had he really just whimpered at the loss of a male's privates being taken away from him? He was appalled but at the same time so very aroused. No one seemed to bring out this side of him but his fukutaichou. He inwardly smiled, settling his palm on Renji's bare chest before quickly pushing him back down and straddling his hips on the tight chair. "And what?" He asked, almost indignant at the thought of Renji leaving him all hot and bothered. "You thought leaving me aroused while you got some sort of release would please me? Or make me chase after you like a little schoolboy?" He scoffed, that cold look settling back on his face but not his eyes. Renji just smiled, grasping the man's hips and pushing up slightly to grind against the other's tight ass. "If you think I'm leaving here without release, you might as well spend all night here pondering on that thought." Just like that, his lips met Renji's in a very heated way. Renji couldn't help the moan that escaped his lips.

"Fine," he gasped, his erection alive once more. "But if ya' think I'll do it in here—" his words were stopped by slender hands ripping apart his kimono. Byakuya made him get up and sit on the wooden desk before parting his legs to stand in between them. "Fuck," exclaimed Renji. "Would you stop that? I'm trying to not make a mess in he—" once again he was cut off by a very wet and very slippery finger slipping inside his puckered entrance. He gasped at the intrusion, still not quite used to Byakuya's hand—heck, Byakuya's anything—being inside of him.

Byakuya's lips encased the hardening pink nub, licking it, savoring it, enjoying the sweet and salty taste that was Renji Abarai's skin. Another finger was inserted into the tight, puckered entrance. They both gasped—Renji from uncomfortable pain and Byakuya from the way Renji was milking his fingers. It was as tight as he remembered, heck! Even better, probably. "I wish you'd just get it over with already," Renji covered his face with his arm in pain. "I hate this," he gasped again as the fingers retreated. Curious as to why the fingers had stopped, he looked up to meet worried grey eyes.

"You hate being with me?" Asked Byakuya, disbelief evident in his voice. He was obviously hurt. He had thought that the feelings were mutual, not one sided.

   Renji, propping himself up on his elbows, started reaching for him again but failed. "No, I didn't mean i—" Sighing and masking his emotions behind that stoic mask of his, Byakuya fixed his robes and flash stepped out of the room. It hurt, somehow. Hurt that he had read the whole situation all wrong. Hurt that Renji was probably forcing himself those times that they had been together, too. Bitterness slowly seeped itself into his pale features. He had probably acted too quickly but, somehow, he didn't care. Not about his desires for the time being.

Renji could just stare at the space where Byakuya had been just four seconds ago, in disbelief. Had he really said something stupid? He always did, he knew. But enough to upset him? Renji got up, gathering his head on his hands. "Fuck!" He snapped, feeling worst than he had in days. Byakuya had misread the whole situation. Hadn't even let the redhead finish his sentence. He cursed himself silently for being so careless. How could he not, however? It was in the heat of the moment.

   Sighing, he got up and off the desk, finding his ripped kimono and placing it on his naked body. "Fuuuuuck!" Exclaimed Renji, throwing his head back as he sat down on his chair. "I fucked up." He huffed out a breath and cursed himself. Had he really just lost the one thing that he really, really enjoyed being with? Over heated words? Surely this was a crude joke. And, surely, Byakuya was obviously acting childish over this. Clearly the noble saw that, right? Why had he reacted so strongly over those words? Why?

   With a bothered mind, he started getting ready to leave. Not caring where his sadden mind would take him, he quickly found himself in a bar, burying his frustration in alcohol.

Byakuya lay on his bed, wearing a black robe as he stared up at the ceiling, his eyes opened in wonder. "Renji Abarai," he mumbled, tasting the name in between his lips. He would admit, he had made quite a mistake by walking out like that on his lieutenant. Yes, he really had. The hand quickly working his arousal spoke so quite loudly. His cheeks were tinted red, mouth slightly ajar, as he felt the surge and flow of his nimble fingers work his erection as best as they could. "Mmmm," he gasped, remembering the redhead's hands on his, mouth on his, body on his. . .

It wasn't long before Byakuya could feel the now too familiar tightness of his balls and the heat pooling at the base of his stomach, threatening for release. "Ah," he sighed, his body convulsing slightly at the sensation of the too gentle orgasm that shook him. He promised himself then, with Renji in his head, that he'll talk to the redhead tomorrow. Even go as far as visiting his sleeping quarters if he didn't find him. He was not very amused at the idea of having to go into the man's personal space after having so abruptly left him. But, he knew if he wanted to have the redhead back, that he'd have to do that and more.

So, as soon as he was up and about quite early in the morning, he trudged forward into the sixth division's sleeping quarters and knocked on what he knew was Renji's door. When he heard no response, he sighed and almost left. Stopping just enough to think about it and realize that this was his mess. So, once again, he mustered the courage and knocked again. This time more insistent, harder. "HOLD ON A DAMN MINUTE, geez!" Came an irritated voice.

The minute that the door opened a very naked and very sleepy headed Renji opened it. Byakuya couldn't help but admire the view. Raising an eyebrow, he quickly averted his eyes from the redhead's privates and met chocolate brown eyes. "I came with purpose," said Byakuya, his tone not faltering even once at the sight in front of him. "May I come in?" He made as if to enter, but a hand lay flat on his chest told him otherwise.

"Not a good time," retorted Renji, his eyes showing every bit of panic he felt inside. No, no, no, NO! This couldn't be happening. Fuck! He fucked up twice now and his taichou was about to find out about the second fuck up. "I need some cloth—" lips brushed his in an instant to make a point. Renji kept his closed, almost in compliance, when he remembered about last night and just how guilty he felt. But—they weren't an item. They weren't a couple. Nor had they told anyone that they had slept together. But then again, why should they? It's not like anybody cared. Still, he felt guilty nonetheless. This made him pull away.

Byakuya looked as though he was about to break when he grasped his neck and pushed him inside his living room, slamming him hard against the door and ravaging the man's lips once more. His hands roamed over that warm, naked, soft skin that he had learned to miss and love through the days. "I need you, my fukutaichou," he gasped, lips parted in a silent moan. "It was silly of me and rather childish to leave after you said what you said. And I'm very sorry for that," at this, he frowned, fingers tracing the outline of the puffy red lips. "Can you find it in your heart to forgive me?" His lips grace his, tongue poking out to lick them as he bit his lower one. It was a silent plea for forgiveness. Byakuya needed him, more than he realized. And if Renji didn't forgive him, he wasn't sure he'd be able to live through it.

Renji's heart was beating fast. He prayed to kami that his partner from last night didn't come out from his bedroom. It would be awkward and, he was pretty sure of this, make Byakuya leave him for good. Gently, he tried to push the other man away to get him out and speak to him later. But the other shinigami wouldn't budge. Not that he'd usually mind, but righ now, his thoughts were elsewhere and he needed to get him out before anything bad happened.

Not sooner had he finished that thought when he heard his name being called. From his bedroom. By a soft female voice. "Renjiiii~" came that annoyingly high pitched voice. Byakuya's vice captain seemed to tense at the very voice and then all trace of lust and emotions were erased from his demeanor once again. He only stared at Renji with those lifeless eyes. Renji kicked himself for doing this to him and being weak. Sure, they weren't official. And sure, they did have a small argument the previous night. But it hadn't exactly meant it was over, now did it?

Rangiku stared at the two men in front of her. Renji, naked and clearly flustered with swollen lips. And Byakuya, all tense and serious like he'd always been. She could see very well what they had been up to a few seconds ago because of Renji's semi erect penis. "Am I interrupting something?" Came the shrill voice. She held a towel around her curvy body, looking from one man to the other.

"I can explain," Renji was the first to speak after a long, awkward silence. Byakuya started to pull away, letting his hands fall to his sides. "It's not what it looks like!" Renji exclaimed, now more frantic to give the other man an explanation. His mind was whirling with thought after thought of what to say, what to do. How should he go about explaining this? Should he even care at all? What he did with his sex life was his business only. No one else's. But then why did he feel so guilty? Why did he feel like his conscience would eat him alive any second now? It just wasn't normal. With that, he realized that he had strong feelings for the man in front of him that he hadn't begun to understand until now.

"What you do in your own private time is none of my concern, Renji," the voice was silky, almost nonchalant, like he didn't care. But Renji could read in between the lines. Could read the slight change on his features. The way his eyes seem to frown for the slightest second. Renji could see that mask crumbling little by little as Byakuya kept staring at him. Suddenly, Renji's heart started to break little by little. Knowing he had caused the beautiful person in front of him worry and sadness, perhaps even heartbreak, made him snap. "I should be leaving." The voice that came out was barely a whisper. So unusual coming from the man that demanded to be noticed without even trying. If Renji hadn't been standing as close as he was, he probably wouldn't have heard it at all.

"No, it's okay! I'll take my leave now!" Exclaimed a very amused Rangiku. Renji and Byakuya both turned their heads to see the redhead back in her usual black kimono and pink sash. Both men could see the stars in her eyes as she glanced at both of them. It was obvious that she wanted the juicy details of how they both had come to be. "We'll talk later, Renji," she walked past both men, winking at Renji suggestively. She would talk to him about this later.

Once alone, the redhead stared at the brunette in desperation, trying to get him to stay a while longer before he decided to leave. "Just hear me out, okay?"

Byakuya did not reply. Just looked at him with intent. As if he wished he had erased last night completely. As if he could show just how much he regretted walking out in such a childish way on who was probably the only person who understood him. Sighing inwardly, he took a step back from Renji, untangling his hands from his grasp. "You don't have to explain yourself," he finally said. Renji could only look at the man with such veneration in his eyes. Even through it all, he still respected him and admired him. So it broke his heart knowing that he didn't want his taichou to go away. He didn't want for the relationship that they had started a few months ago to go away. He needed it, craved it. It seemed like Byakuya didn't anymore, though. Which is why, when the raven said the following words, Renji was stunned wordless. "I want us to be exclusive."

Byakuya had spoken those words, right? Right? It was unbelievable. Renji could almost jump from the excitement and thrill that his heart and mind were going through. It was as though a shot of adrenaline had been shot through his veins and was now cursing all over his body. He wanted to say yes, had dreamed of it since finding out about his feelings towards the Kuchiki. So, then why could he not speak? Why was his tongue stuck in his throat and unable to move?

Renji nodded his head the slightest bit, so only Byakuya's sharp eyes could catch the movement. Before he knew it, soft, pink lips were pressing up against his and nimble fingers were caressing his soft hair. They loosened the ponytail and let the locks fall on his shoulders. Byakuya took a step back to watch the red halo around his head. Somehow shy, Renji pulled his hair behind his ear, not meeting the raven's eyes. Byakuya smirked a bit, knowing how scrutinizing his gaze was in battle. To use it now in such a personal, sexual way must be driving the redhead mad. "You have nothing to be afraid of, Renji," he murmured, hands seeking those perfect globes he liked to call Renji's ass.

Renji blushed. Blushed! Since when the hell did Renji Abarai blush? Oh, that's right: since this bastard started to mess with him. "I'm not afraid, Byakuya," he retorted. "Baka." Byakuya laughed halfheartedly. It was amusing to watch his latest obsession shy away like that. "Why are you lau—" but he didn't finish. Those lips were back on his, demanding to be acknowledged. Renji moaned into the noble's lips and jumped slightly to wrap his legs around the paler man.

Both men moan at the movement as Byakuya grounded his hips up in a motion to rub against Renji's growing erection. "Byakuya," he trembled, whimpering slightly at the impossibly sweet motion. He loved the way that his captain handled him. He really did. Moreover when he got so heated and turned on. Renji felt his back hit the back of his futon and almost instantly the man on top of him was naked, too.

Skin to skin, they shared the intoxicating warmth of their bodies and it wasn't long before both men were rubbing up against each other, impatiently. "Renji," pleaded Byakuya so silently and so filled with lust that it made Renji blush. Was his taichou really this hot for him? He had to wonder. Quickly, as though to answer the other's silent plea, Renji reached in between them and squeezed the hard members in his hand, rubbing them together with his hand. "Renji," gasped Byakuya, feeling just how hot their cocks were. How good it felt. Byakuya's head was foggy. Filled with images of Renji in very compromising positions. Positions that he had missed for a couple of months now. "I want to be inside you," he whispered into Renji's ears. His breath hot, teeth nibbling on the other's earlobe, he licked it.

Byakuya loved the way Renji shuddered then. Oh, how he loved the way Renji was so easily persuaded by erotic acts. "Lick my fingers," it was an order as he shoved them inside the other's warm mouth. Not wanting to beat around the bush, he made quick work of preparing Renji. Still, though, he was mindful of the other's pleasure and made sure he wouldn't hurt him as much once they began their little game. Lining himself up against the other's tight, puckered entrance, he thrust in slowly, gyrating his hips to make it in. He didn't say anything, just met the other's eyes in a heated gaze.

"Hurts," he panted, now remembering just how big the noble was. Renji's taichou rubbed his neck in an attempt to distract Renji from the pain, kissing it, sucking it, licking it anyway he could. It was also a means for him to get distracted. The redhead was squeezing his hard member dry and it felt so damn good. Byakuya whimpered the slightest bit, his restraint now showing. "I need you to fuck me hard and fast when I tell you to." If Byakuya thought he couldn't get any harder than what he already was, he was damn wrong. Those obscene words spoken by his fukutaichou sent chills down his spine all the way to the head of his cock. He couldn't help it, nor could he stand to care much for the other's pleasure at that very moment, because he had to thrust in all the way—hard. All Byakuya Kuchiki wanted was to pound Renji Abarai's tight ass like it has never been pounded before. So the minute he thrusted in all the way, Renji grunted in pain but muttered no words. Byakuya took this as a green light and continued on at a fast pace.

Hips still gyrating, Byakuya's hands traveled down to cup the firm, round globes that was Renji's ass and held him there while he got on his knees. Head still pressed against Renji's, Byakuya was now wrapped tightly with Renji. This position gave him better access to the movements he wanted to set as well as deeper access to the painfully hot cavern his dick was inside now. "Forgive me, Renji, for I can no longer hold my desires," with that said, Byakuya started pounding into him. Renji grasped his futon with one hand and covered his mouth with his other fist. Looking away from the slate grey eyes that were lost to animalistic lust, Renji started to whimper slightly at the discomfort. Byakuya might have forgotten to be careful at first but the damn bastard was sure making his hips thrust in in such a way that hit Renji's prostate dead on. "Uhmm," Byakuya's moans were, for once, loud enough for Renji to hear. Fist still in his mouth, Renji turned to look and the sight he met nearly made him cum.

Byakuya's eyes and face were filled with emotion. Emotions for Renji as their eyes met. Molten grey met chocolate brown in a gaze that spoke only of pure love and passion. Neither of them realized when it happened but it had. They had fallen in love. And it made Renji lose his damn pride right then. He didn't care that he might sound like a girl or seem weak. "Byakuya!" He moaned, his eyes still locked with his. The man gave a rather hard thrust as an answer. "Byakuya, please!" Pleaded Renji. Once again, a slow, hard thrust inside of him was the only answer. It seemed like the noble didn't want to speak the words so clearly written on his face. "I love you," Renji's heart begin soaring as pale pink lips crashed against his own. Byakuya's thrusts didn't slow. Not in the least bit. They became quite the opposite of slow once his hand was wrapped around his lover's member. The movements were sporadic but somehow consistent. Their hips moved in sync and the room was filled by deep, virile moans mingling in the air. Nothing could stop the scorching heat forming in their bellies. Not even if they wanted. And it made them both quite happy, elicited a raw passion inside of them that neither knew they had. Byakuya thrust into Renji once again with renew pleasure. Holding on to the headboard for balance, his hips kept slamming into the redhead repeatedly. Renji was lost. This sex god, devouring his body—his very being—had him wordless from the pleasure he was giving him. "Ah! Ah!" Renji held on to that snowy white skin; the round, firm globes while his legs stayed spread out wide apart, allowing for easy access to his lewd entrance. An entrance that only Byakuya could enter, only he alone could penetrate. Every thrust seemed to deliver them both closer to their climax. And the way Byakuya was moving against Renji sure as hell made it so damn worth it. His hips gyrated and thrusted in with such skillful, suave, swift motions that Renji had to wonder just how many partners he's had. The thought was quickly dismissed the second it entered his head. Byakuya was a needle threading on his prostate without mercy. It was driving Renji mad. "Ahh! Ha! Harder!" Sweat poured down their bodies, exhaustion clear.

"Renji!" Moaned Byakuya, his body tensing up and trembling so harshly that Renji had to tighten his hold on the noble as they both reached their orgasm. Spurt after spurt of semen was spilled in, and on, Renji. Their mouths were opened, eyes closed, and foreheads touching. Their breathing was uneven, a show of just how tiring their actions had been, as the breaths hit each of their faces all hot. Byakuya didn't want to pull away at all. Being this close to Renji relaxed him and made him loosen up. He could also let his emotions reign over his features like never before. Not even with Hisana was he this calm, this emotional. "I love you, too," it was a whisper. A tiny, almost unheard, whisper. But Renji caught it. Had he not been so close to him he wouldn't have heard it. The smile on his face was an obvious sign he heard it.

"Took ya long enough," he retorted, amused. They shared a brief kiss before Byakuya reluctantly pulled out and away to stand up. He fixed his kenseikan as best as he could then fetched his kimono to put on as well as his captain haori. Renji did the same as well, thinking just how damn lucky he was to have such a lover. They were both spent and loved it.

After a few minutes of cuddling and sharing kisses (as well as almost having sex again), both men emerged from Renji's room. Byakuya had his kenseikan askew, his hair in a bit of a mess. Anyone who looked at them both together would instantly know just what the hell went on inside that room. Not to mention that Renji's moans and groans had been heard outside the hallway. Both men looked at one another before resuming their usual apathetic and serious face.

   "Renji," said Byakuya, his tone cool as he turned his gaze towards his fukutaichou. Anyone looking would guess that it was just business they were talking about. But Renji knew better. The eyes that had usually looked at him with nothing but seriousness were now filled with nothing but appreciation and love and lust and passion. They were molten grey with so much emotion behind them. Renji blushed at that. He had been the one to do that. He had been the one to break the ice behind that big noble, hunk of a man. And he loved it.

"Captain Kuchiki," he mumbled. They both had noticed the few people that were standing around the corner, talking and glancing at their direction. Byakuya seemed not to care about them. "Am I gonna see you tonight?" Asked Renji, hope in his voice.

Byakuya, smiling, just grabbed his cheeks in both hands and leaned in for a kiss, surprising Renji and anyone who was staring at the couple. Soon, the kiss turned heated as Byakuya opened Renji's mouth with his tongue and tangled his tongue with his. Renji was, literally, breathless. Even more so as he felt his back hit the door of his room. After a few seconds, his mind cleared up enough to pull away. "People are looking, taichou," Renji blushed, looking at the wondering eyes. Byakuya smirked and pushed him inside his room once more. "You're insatiable," he gave in. "It's my turn to take you," he whispered, biting the man's lower lip, caving in to his desires once more that day.
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