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Three Little Words and Stressed Out Byakuya	By : X_TardisxTaichou_X Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Byakuya/Renji Views: 4034 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Three Little Words and Stressed Out Byakuya
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All Byakuya Kuchiki wanted to do was lay down, get some shut eye, and forget about the rather stressful events that had transpired in that very day. What the noble man had thought were just a few mindless stacks of paperwork had soon ended up taking most of his day and a good portion of his infinite seeming patience. So when his fukutaichou, Abarai Renji, had burst into his office after only knocking once, the Kuchiki had felt a sudden surge of annoyance. It's not that he wasn't used to his fukutaichou's abrupt interruptions or random visits to his office. It was the fact that he was tired and, even though he was used to not sleeping for long, he still felt the fatigue in his body. A vein made it's appearance at the top right of his forehead as he held his temples, eyes closed in an attempt to quench his sudden annoyance. Not directed at Renji, but at the day itself. Apart from paperwork, he had found out a certain orange haired shimigami had come to visit Soul Society and was not very pleased about it. Just knowing that he was roaming around, probably with his sister Rukia, brought a sour mood to the already cold Kuchiki.

"Renji," the aristocrat whispered, standing up to face his fukutaichou.

"'Scuse my bargin' in like this, taichou," Renji bowed, coming to a halt in front of his taichou after closing the door. "But I been' sensin' your reiatsu going off n' on for the past four hours. Something botherin' you, sir?" Renji's auburn eyes burnt with questions at his taichou. Byakuya couldn't possibly begin to comprehend how it was that Renji knew how to read him. How to read his every mood and his every move. It was like he was made to bother and worry Byakua. At least that's how the stoic noble saw it.

"Everything's good, Renji," Byakuya found, rather too quickly, that Renji was becoming much to big a nuisance at that very moment. He just needed some peace. And, really, REALLY, it wasn't that the noble disliked him. It wasn't THAT at all! It was all due to the proximity that his fukutaichou seemed to always take with Byakuya. It seemed as though Renji had no sense for personal space. Byakuya supposed it was his fault for not telling him otherwise but, honestly, the noble did enjoy him. Renji was, unlike most people he met, able to hold the noble's cold gaze without batting an eye or breaking down into a nervous heap at his feet. So the noble told himself that was the only reason why he even bothered to acknowledge the emotional redhead. He certainly wouldn't admit out loud that the main reason why he kept Renji around and let him run his mouth uncontrolled was due to Byakuya's emotional stability. Byakuya found that Renji was a huge part and base of what kept the aloof noble from falling apart. "Just go back to work," mumbled Byakuya, breaking his gaze from those too bright eyes before his emotions began to reign his features.

Byakuya made his way around Renji, as if to leave, but that too loud mouth made him stop in his tracks and stiffen the slightest bit. "Kuchiki-taichou, wait. . ." Renji came up behind him, his fingers almost reaching for his taichou's shoulder. He wondered briefly if he should dare touch. To touch his taichou, that is. To touch him in an intimate way. In a way that Renji could make his true feelings known. In the best way that he knew how to express himself with Byakuya. But then he noticed the way his taichou's shoulders were set. As though he couldn't be bothered any longer or else he would snap. And so Renji dropped his hand to the side and just chuckled, making it appear as nothing. "Never mind, sir. Ya' wouldn't like it, anyways," Renji sounded resigned.

Byakuya knew better than to trust the redhead's words. But he also really did not want to be bothered any longer. Against his better judgment, Byakuya turned slightly so that he could address his fukutaichou. "Would not like what, Renji?" His expression remained the same. He still held that very apathetic look. The slate grey eyes never wavered from their usual coolness. Nor did he fail in showing arrogance in his features.

Renji blushed very visibly, almost like the thought of having his taichou's attention was too much for him. But then he straightened up and cleared his throat, gathering up the guts to ask his taichou a question he rarely asked his superiors. "Wattaya say to some drinks with Ichigo and I? Ya' just seem like you're having a bad day. Thought some drinks might cheer ya' up or at least bring that sour mood of yours up," it was intended to be a challenge. Byakuya had to suppress a smile that threatened to appear on his stoic features. His redhead was daring him to accept, knowing very well that Byakuya couldn't say no to a challenge coming from his fukutaichou once it was voiced. So he turned around, his full attention now on his partner.

At first glance, it really did seem like Renji and Byakuya had nothing more than a boss and subordinate relationship. But both men knew that the relationship ran way deeper than that. And even though Byakuya would not voluntarily voice the state of their true relationship out loud, he would not dare to deny it, either. His damn Kuchiki pride might keep him from being affectionate, from showing warmth towards some of the people that he cared about, but not during their free time. Not when in private or, this included Renji, in the throes of passion.

At that last thought, the Kuchiki's demeanor changed and he came to face his fukutaichou completely, merely a few inches from the tattooed shinigami, his breath barely hitting the other's face. Though Renji was a tad taller than Byakuya, Byakuya's attitude and stance sure as hell made Renji feel like they were both the same height. "Is that a challenge, Abarai-fukutaichou?" Renji suddenly felt the urge to look away from those cold, cold eyes that barely held any emotion whatsoever. The stoic man's lips were turned down in arrogance, his eyebrows raised in question. Already Byakuya could feel his annoyance melting away only to be replaced by that needy fire he had learned to love and hate over time. Hate because he clearly lost control of his actions whenever it happened as it spread through his body. Sure, his control was willingly let go of in those times but still—the fact that Renji made Byakuya lose all his inhibitions sure made the noble lose his head at times. His pride was always the backing factor in his stressful mind. Always the one to remind him that a man of his high status and command should not give up control as easily as Byakuya did when he got involved with the brawny redhead.

Renji smirked, knowing now very well that he had his taichou's full attention. He could clearly see that inner debate in his taichou's eyes and he loved it. "Course! 'Less you're a scary cat and can't handle a few shots," OH! It was ON. Both Renji and Byakuya knew it. They would either end up tangled up in each other's arms, or passed out drunk at the bar. "Now, taichou, better make up yer' mind or I might start thinking that you're backing out on me," Renji leaned down slightly towards Byakuya's face, his white teeth showing. Byakuya's breath slightly caught in his throat. Though they had kissed many times, he still could never get used to Renji's alluring musk. All his actions, all his movements, they came to mimic those of a graceful cat in heat. Byakuya couldn't help but notice the quaint tattoos on the Redhead's forehead that so always enthralled him. Those chiseled cheeks seem to be calling out for his fingers, for their slight fervor touch. He resisted, knowing very well what a touch from Renji's rather warm skin would do to him. How it would make him cross that thin line between boss and subordinate. A line he didn't wish to cross in his very office yet again. Which is exactly what his redhead lover wanted. And Byakuya knew it.

Slightly, he pulled away, eyes amused but resolve not wavering. "Unfortunately, to your dismay, I'm rather tired this evening and would much rather take a break at the Kuchiki mansion." He turned once again. Then, thinking better of it and knowing the redhead hadn't completely understood, he glanced back at Renji's slightly slumped form before lifting his cold gaze to meet his in a very welcoming invitation. "However, I will take that challenge of yours at my home, if you so please," he made a motion for him to follow and then flash stepped out of his office and away from the sixth division barracks. Very clearly, drinking was not in either of the shimigami's minds.

In no time at all, he arrived at the back entrance of his house. And, sure as hell, Renji was in tow just a few seconds behind him. "Ya' sure ya' don't need some drinks, taichou? Ichigo and his friend—" Renji immediately stopped talking. His captain had tensed. It was a very small movement of his shoulders and a small falter in his steps. But Renji had caught it. Had caught the source of his taichou's stressed out mind. While he knew that the noble did not like Kurosaki Ichigo as much as the redhead would like him to, he understood why he didn't like him. Ever since he saved Rukia from her execution, Renji knew that Byakuya just couldn't come to terms with himself about accepting the strawberry. Renji knew very well that, even though exclusivity wasn't in their relationship, Byakuya still was greedy with what he thought of as his (this including Renji). Therefore, knowing very well how well Renji and Ichigo got along, Byakuya always seemed to struggle with the idea of having to share Renji with anybody else. Renji was, after all, Byakuya's anchor. Renji was what kept Byakuya sane, what kept the stoic, aloof noble from going mad and becoming a closed shell who wouldn't let anybody in.

As they crossed a small bridge that led to Byakuya's sleeping chambers, over his loved koi pond, Byakuya stopped to acknowledge his partner at the very end of it. His eyes were once again that cold, cold gray. His mouth was turned down at the ends in what appeared to be a poker face, a face that spoke of disinterest and indifference. Once again he was hiding his feelings, attempting to keep the redhead away as he had done so, so many times. Though his attempts had proved to be futile because his little idiot always came back. He. Always. Came. Back. No matter what Byakuya said or did. No matter the magnitude of Byakuya's harsh actions. Renji, over the past decade, always came back. ALWAYS.

Sure, they had mindless little fights over Byakuya being far too unemotional and what not, but Renji somehow understood. Renji understood that behind that cold aristocratic mask hid a being so very capable of warmth and so much emotion. That's why Renji stuck around. Because even though Byakuya was not the one to come right out and tell someone how he was feeling, his actions spoke so much louder than mindless sentences ever could.

So Renji knew very well, when cold grey met with warm auburn brown, that Byakuya was about to say something very much against his own wishes. "Go, Renji. It's not as though a night absent of your presence would kill me," his words were cold, meant to persuade the redhead to go and enjoy his night.

Renji knew better than to listen to his taichou. He had made the mistake of leaving the raven after Byakuya had explicitly told him to leave once, the same exact words that he had used just seconds ago, and had suffered the consequences the day after when he had to deal with a much grumpier than usual noble. "Much as I enjoy drinking with him and Rukia, taichou, I much rather enjoy the night with you, sir," Renji approached Byakuya, wrapping his strong hands around Byakuya's hips.

Taken by surprise, Byakuya glanced up at those warm auburn eyes yet again while placing his palms against the strong chest beneath the black hakama. Renji was invading his senses yet again. Byakuya could very well smell his fukutaichou's strong, virile musk and what reminded Byakuya of a rather bright autumn. He could very much smell Renji's breath against his face as the other leaned down, reminding him of cocoa and mint mixed together. These were things that belonged to Renji and Renji only. And yes, even though Byakuya was a tiny bit inclined on letting the redhead go and have some fun with his comrades, he couldn't let him go. Not when Renji was invading all his senses the way he was now and seducing him the way he was. It was subtle, but Renji knew that just a few touches on Byakuya's oversensitive skin would turn the noble on.

Once again, Byakuya could see the quaint tattoos on the redhead's forehead, on his shoulders as his fingers brushed the loose hakama away from them but still leaving it on. The tanned skin beneath those black lines only eluded and smelled of sex. "I insist," the noble whispered, now very much taken by everything Renji. "If having a few drinks with Kurosaki Ichigo is what you wish, by all means, go ahead. I will not stand in your way," though Byakuya spoke those words with indifference, his face could very much speak for him. Hooded, molten grey eyes stared at those impossibly red, plush lips. Byakuya's cheeks had taken a hint of rosiness to them, and his lips were slightly parted in a way that only Renji understood what it meant. As Renji pressed Byakuya closer to him, he could feel the result of what their proximity was doing to the stoic noble and so he smirked.

Renji's hands slithered back on the small of his taichou's back before going lower and lower until they reached the firm, round flesh that Renji had been seeking. "I'll repeat myself, taichou," Renji whispered, leaning in so much closer to Byakuya's lips. "I rather stay here and spend the night with the person I love," there it was again. That word. That retched, retched word. The word that Byakuya couldn't bring himself to say to the redhead. He loved Renji. Loved him more than he had loved Hisana. But those three, retched words would never come out when Renji had his attention on him. Every time they threatened to spill out of the noble's mouth, it was as though they became lodged in his throat and stayed there for good. He wanted to say them. Wanted to let the other know how he felt by speaking rather than acting on his affections. But his pride was too big. His ego too strong.

So he did the next best thing he knew how to do and kissed the other man, bowing to make that four letter word come out by the end of the night. Kissing Renji was the only way that Byakuya knew how to keep the redhead. It was his way of showing just how strongly he felt for his fukutaichou. When words failed him, actions were made to better make the redhead understand. Slowly, oh so very slowly, Renji grasped yet again Byakuya's firm ass and lifted him up. The noble, put off at first, let his emotions get the better of him and allowed the feisty redhead to lift him as he himself wrapped his slender legs around a strong waist. "Byakuya," moaned Renji, feeling just how hot the other was for him.

In a flash, both men were inside the Kuchiki mansion, on Byakuya's bed. Byakuya had his legs wrapped around the brawny redhead, hanging on to his lips for dear life as they both battled for dominance. Their tongues tangled themselves together as they kept their passionate kiss up. The act only served to arouse them further as Renji grounded his hips against the smaller man's, eliciting a breathless gasp from the raven. Both men burned with passion for each other, their bodies mingling as they both kept their lips locked. Byakuya knew better than to let his emotions override his better judgment. But damn was Renji making it worth it.

Renji's lips grazed the oh so gentle, snowy skin of his neck. The first thing Byakuya did was grasp the redhead and let his hair tie loose, letting the mane of red hair cascade around his head and shoulders like a halo. Lifting his head up to take a glance at his taichou, Renji licked his lips. The sight was something else for Byakuya. Renji looked outright like a sex demon with his tattoos glistening in the night from a slight sheen of sweat. It only helped to elicit the older shimigami towards one goal: to gain the greatest of pleasure for the night for himself and Renji. Slowly, Byakuya's hands reached up for those soft red locks and brought Renji's head down once again against his neck. Stifling a moan at the sudden contact, he reached in between them to start undoing Renji's obi, trying to free the younger shimigami from his restraints.

Renji trailed wet little kisses against the older taichou, not missing a beat when Byakuya decided to run his hands all over the redhead's muscles. The touch was scorching hot as the nimble fingers traveled under his hakama and reached down for his pulsing member. "Ahh," moaned Renji, his lips ceasing the contact on the noble's skin as those skillful fingers grasped his hardened shaft and tugged gently on it, as best as they could when their bodies were pressed so tightly together. "Bya-Byakuya," groaned Renji, his breath hot against the noble's ear. Byakuya let himself smirk the tiniest bit before rolling them over so that he straddled the redhead's right leg, pressing his too hard erection against it for some much needed friction. "Fuck," gasped Renji, his head snapping back as he felt the noble's fingers squeeze him tight and then the very hot erection pressing against his still clothed leg.

It was too much. Renji needed the Kuchiki heir to be either inside of him, or riding him. Though the latter would very much be better to show him exactly how he felt about him. The noble hadn't exactly been letting Renji take the lead for a while now. It upset him, yes, but he'll be damned if he didn't enjoy the way that Byakuya was able to easily dominate him and bring him to an euphoric heap in just minutes. "Renji," Byakuya gasped, the redhead's fingers threading his black locks to bring their lips together yet again. Renji's tongue was unrelenting, scorching hot against Byakuya's cool mouth. It excited the noble to no end and even though the need for air was becoming an issue much too quick, he only pulled back when Renji allowed him to. His lips trailed down to Renji's jaw, pressing themselves often along the bone and then down below the neck, catching the droplets of sweat that were pooling around the shoulder blade. "Renji," moaned Byakuya, humping slowly the leg to get some sort of release. His hand did not once leave the redhead's hardened member.

Not even when Byakuya made his way down along his naked chest, his free hand undoing the hakama around his shoulders to pull it off, did his grip on Renji's cock waver. He made quick work of getting the obi around his waist completely off before revealing the hand underneath, gripping Renji's most priced possession. His face came to a halt by the engorged head, slight pumping motions the only sign that the noble still had his attention on Renji. Renji quickly glanced down at those now molten grey eyes, noticing the way that Byakuya was staring at his cock as though it was a treat to lo and behold. If Renji didn't have any better control of his orgasms, he would have cum right then and there. But he did, and so he didn't—even as he thought of what those lips were about to do, what they so rarely do. As if by some odd coincidence, Byakuya's pink tongue snaked out to flatten itself along Renji's head, lapping up the small droplets of pre-cum that had accumulated near the slit just to make Renji's images come true. "Fuck!" Renji cursed, feeling the heat spreading all through his groin and abdomen. The Kuchiki watched, with selfless abandon, as Renji's stomach twitched and hardened with every suck of his mouth and every flick of his tongue against his most private area. The Kuchiki really had not planned on doing this at all. Had not really thought about doing such a passionate and mundane act. Until, of course, he felt the way Renji had reacted to his fingers encircling his member. It was not something Byakuya often did to his devoted lover. But it was something that he did enjoy. Watching Renji come undone beneath him really did wonders for his ego. It was like a flower blooming as spring approached. And knowing that he was the cause of such great pleasure boosted his self confidence, not that he needed any more of it.

Slowly, so very slowly, Byakuya let go of Renji's aroused member with a plop, licking it once more before letting it go completely. With a heated glare, he looked up at his passionate lover and stood on his knees. Eyes never leaving his, his hands drifted over to his captain haori, taking it off in one swift movement before taking off the top of his black hakama, the lower half still in place. Renji watched with heated amusement as his captain started to touch himself, as if to strip tease Renji. If Renji thought things could not get hotter (and harder), he was damn wrong. Just watching his captain made his aching cock weep for the noble more. The fingers that had traced over the slender waist of his hakama, teasing the obi keeping his clothing together, had wondered over to his lean chest, teasing the nipple slightly before Byakuya completely stood up and got rid of whatever clothing was left—all but the silk scarf that hung loosely around his pale white skin.

The sight that Renji was met with made his breath catch in his throat. Snowy white skin that glistened against the moonlight made his insides quiver with anticipation. Byakuya's bare backside was smooth, pert, and deliciously pale as the shape of his slender legs met with those perfect globes, and his erect length just made his mouth water. . . "You're killin' me, taichou," Renji's brain was going wild, wondering how the hell had he been so damn lucky to get someone as wanted and as sought after as Byakuya Kuchiki. Lust ebbed it's way into his features before the redhead stood up next to Byakuya, wrapping his arms around his creamy torso.

The touch left Byakuya yearning for more. Renji was seated in between his firm globes so well. It's like he belonged there. The touch of bare skin on bare skin sent a shiver up both men's spines, earning a sigh from Byakuya and a groan from Renji. Oh, how he wanted to be buried balls deep in between those firm, white globes he loved to call Byakuya's ass. "Seems like you're intent on making me go crazy tonight," whispered Renji against Byakuya's ear. His mouth teased, licked, and bit the lobe.

The feel of Renji's teeth sent shivers up the noble's spine, his hips moving in small circles against Renji's. "I only put intent on situations that would benefit me," his tone was playful. Even more so as Renji's fingers began to tease his entrance.

Renji had begun to wonder more freely with his hands, feeling taught muscles shift, harden, and rather chiseled hips shift from side to side to accommodate his growing length. The movements were very welcomed. Very briefly he wondered how the taichou would feel about being tied up. It would appear as though both men had experimented way beyond a bit of bondage seeing as how Renji's sexual reputation followed him all through Sereitei. But they never had gone beyond vanilla sex. Sure, it sometimes got rather rough and nails were dug into skin to emphasize their pleasure, but they had never been tied up. Part of it was due to Byakuya's stubborn stance on not letting himself being fully dominated. Part of it was Renji being afraid of what would happen if he even attempted to bring the subject up. Tonight, however, he was feeling rather adventurous and so, reaching for Byakuya's scarf, he made quick work of getting it off and wrapping the soft material around his taichou's wrists before Byakuya knew what hit him. This took Byakuya by surprise, but nonetheless, he tried to keep his submissive pose for Renji. Even if it made his skin crawl the tiniest bit—to lose control of his hands for a while, that is—he will endure.

"And how exactly would this benefit you, taichou?" Renji's fingers were now circling the paler man's length, taking him briefly by surprise as his other hand simultaneously pushed into the tight ring of muscle behind him with his middle finger.

"Hah!" He gasped, not sure whether from pain or pleasure. Renji knew very well how to push his buttons to get certain reactions. Knew just how euphoric certain actions made him feel. "Well, my fukutaichou," he pauses, baring his neck so that Renji's wondering lips abused it as much as he wished to. "It would bring us much close-closer!" He gasped out the last part, feeling as Renji added a second finger. This was the part he didn't enjoy as much. Or his pride didn't let him enjoy as much. Even as Renji brought them down to their knees, he was still battling with himself on whether he should let Renji take the lead. As much pleasure as the cold aristocrat got from their sexual rendezvous, he couldn't completely give in. So when Renji made him get on his elbows to have better access to his entrance, he was quite surprised by what happened next.

Renji's lips were quickly set on the gaping entrance, making Byakuya arch his back at the rare touch. He knew Renji loved to do these dirty things to him. And, really, who was he to deny him such kinky little pleasures? Once again Bykuya's cheeks took on that rosy tint that told Renji just how turned on he was. His tongue delved deep into that hot cavern of his, enjoying bringing Byakuya to a trembling mess beneath him. "Renji," it was a whispered plea. The noble couldn't bring himself to actually beg for Renji's member deep inside of him. Begging just wasn't the kind of thing Byakuya liked to do.

Renji made sure that his taichou was well prepared before turning the noble over so that he was on his back, legs spread out and hands above his head. The redhead wanted to keep his captain from touching him, denying him that small pleasure. Renji glanced down, noticing how exposed Byakuya looked and probably felt. He seemed to have all his defenses down. Something Byakuya allowed his loud mouthed redhead to see. Renji alone, no one else. As they locked their gaze on one another yet again, he grasped his hard member and teased Byakuya's entrance. Understanding the motion now that his mind was all cleared up, Byakuya lifted his hips slightly to allow better access.

"Just cus' it would bring us closer, huh, taichou?" He made a swift downward motion with his hips and then pushed in almost all the way as he thrusted up. The tightness around his cock was unbelievably good. Renji couldn't believe just how not used to it he was. Over a decade they had been lovers, had held each other in their arms. Yet Renji still couldn't believe it to be true. It still shocked the redhead to know that the heir of the Kuchiki clan could be his and his only. Or at least he hoped he was his only lover. "Gah," he moaned, burying himself deeper as his thoughts became more perverted.

Byakuya could only hold his breath as the redhead's thick, long length invaded his personal space all the more. It HURT. Hurt worst than he would have thought. But he knew that it got better so he held on. Hell, knew the redhead endured the pain for the noble's pleasure and he wasn't about to show any sort of weakness.

Byakuya tried to hang on to something, grasp Renji's neck with his tied up wrists to cage his head against the other man. The attempt was futile, however, because the redhead just held his hands with his own above their heads, immobilizing any sort of touching Byakuya wanted to do. It was torture. Sweet, sweet torture. To be stripped of the touches that he so often placed on his wild Renji was rather excruciating. Nonetheless, Byakuya found comfort by burying his face against Renji's shoulder as the other shimigami pressed his brawny chest against the more slender one, biting the skin there lightly to keep from groaning in pain. "Just say when, Byakuya," that made Byakuya smile slightly. He knew that when Renji dropped his formalities with the noble that he could truly be himself. Patiently, he waited a moment before kissing the redhead'd red, plum lips and whispered a rather perverse command that made Renji groan. Those words just seem so out of place coming from the prim and proper noble. Still, though, it was absolutely hot and it only served to make Renji want him even more. "Fuck me to your heart's content, my fukutaichou, and I will reward your lovely dick with my mouth more often."

Renji pulled back, leaving only the tip inside Byakuya before thrusting back in. A heavenly sigh escaped the redhead's lips. The noble was gripping his member painfully tight. It felt so good. But he had to remind himself to be gentle. It seemed as though Byakuya would break or run away from him any second. So for a few moments, all he did was move the slightest bit as if to just FEEL the noble's insides, his cock throbbing uncontrollably all the while at the tightness it was buried in. The noble wanted the opposite of that. He raised his hips more to meet Renji's slow lovemaking. The redhead was moaning, gasping at the feel of his taichou's tight cavern.

Byakuya could feel the way Renji moved inside of him. It had been painful at first but then his redhead had teased his prostate, letting Byakuya feel a burning pleasure inside of him for the tiniest bit. Byakuya could not take it. He asked for more. Wanted more. Needed more. He needed Renji to make him his, to claim his skin, body, heart, and soul as his. "I am not a doll, Renji. I won't break that easily. So ple-" the noble stopped talking immediately. Renji was gyrating his hips in a way that overstimulated Byakuya's sweet spot. The noble let out a pleasure filled gasp before digging the heels of his feet into the redhead's ass. Renji had heard his aloof noble speak those words and in a few seconds instinct, desire, and need began to take over, and he drew his hips back further, thrusting into him harder, time and time again. His hands left Byakuya's hands to fist the sheets harshly as he began slamming into him; searching again for his prostate. The bed creaked and the wooden floor complained but none of them cared. All they cared for was each other's bliss.

Now noticing how Renji was picking up speed, Byakuya yelped the tiniest bit. His thrusts became more precise, more pronounced, and all the more hard. It was with profound satisfaction that he began kissing the man above, his tongue entwining with the other shimigami as their sweat covered bodies pressed against one another. The kiss was sloppy—seeing as how the rhythm of their love making had turned into pure, raw passion—and so saliva trickled down their chins through the lock of lips.

"You feel so good, Byakuya," groaned Renji, his breath hot against the other's lips. Byakuya felt a hand being slipped below him to grasp his ass cheek as another hand slipped in between them to grasp his weeping member. He could feel Renji's thick erection pulsing; hot and heavy as it spread his inner walls; the blunt head spearing against something deep inside him that felt unbearably good. His muscles sucked up Renji greedily; hungrily clenching around his cock and protesting as he withdrew, as if the redhead would go and leave him. But he only retreated to slam back into him hard, his breathing erratic as he moaned time after time again.

Unable to touch Renji or himself had become a complete torture for the noble. Which is why, when Renji's calloused fingers encircled the noble's slender, hard length, Byakuya moaned. Loud. It was a moan like no other he had given before. Somehow Renji's touch seem more intimate. The raven could feel his impending orgasm then. Damn it, it felt too good. The way Renji was constantly probing his sensitive spot made him shudder uncontrollably. Byakuya's whole body felt as though it was on fire and he needed something to hang on to. "…I'm so close…" Byakuya moaned into his lips, "…Make me cum…please…" How could Renji deny him when he spoke in such a needy way?

Wrapping one hand around Byakuya's heavy, leaking erection once more with renewed passion, he began stroking it in time with his furiously paced thrusts, hurtling towards release. Their hips barely parted as Renji slammed into him fast and deep, abusing his prostate relentlessly. Byakuya's body quaked and shivered as the heat of desire pooled in his gut at an alarming rate, like a coil that was about to snap at any moment. Renji's free hand planted fiercely into the bed and their gazes locked; full of lust and something more. Their hips connected almost violently now as they desperately grasped each other. Giving themselves over completely to lust, Renji pounded Byakuya into the bed; the air filled with the Redhead's cries and the soft mewls coming from Byakuya. The bed was creaking, headboard slamming wildly against the wall as they slowly became undone.

He wrapped his tied arms around the redhead's neck, burying his face on Renji's right shoulder again, knowing very well what was coming as he was suddenly overwhelmed with pleasure and pure, raw ecstasy; his balls tightened, his whole abdomen began to tingle with heat and before he knew it, he was coming into Renji's hand as well as both their stomachs. His back arched, leaving the bed as he clung to Renji. His orgasm was a violent bliss, something only Renji could handle. Something only Renji knew how to produce. "Fuck!" It was Renji, all too soon he felt himself spilling inside of Byakuya. So with one final hard slam, he went balls deep and started trembling. All his passion and love seeped out of his heated body and into the noble's, unable to hold on any longer.

"Ah, hah, ah," Byakuya's voice was a tiny moan in the heat of the night. He had felt the way Renji was writhing above him, his thrusts had been sporadic, uncontrolled. Byakuya felt his ass being squeezed hard by Renji's hands before he stopped moving. He pulled the redhead's lips down against his by the red mane of hair before giving him one of his rare smiles. Renji just chuckled as he thrusted in once again to get the last of his seed out before pulling out, making Byakuya moan unexpectedly when he brushed the tip of his dick against the noble's prostate. His hole was twitching at the loss of Renji's cock, mournfully so. His body was tired, however, and in a deep euphoric state as his eyes closed lazily and a smile was plastered on his handsome features.

They were both gasping for air. But suffocating had never felt so good. Renji kissed him again. His lips on his were sending a current of electricity through his entire body, as raw and as exciting as their first kiss. Their tongues clashed in the kiss; deep and sensual. He'd never been kissed like this—never with so much…love…and adoration. So he hung on to the redhead for a few more seconds before pulling away and smiling at the redhead again in that lazy way of his. Renji lay down beside him, arms wrapped possessively around the noble as the raven's head came to rest on his warm chest.

"I love you, too, Renji," Byakuya finally said, forgetting for once about his damn pride. For once just focusing on Renji's relationship with him. "It would be a great pleasure if you became my only lover and me yours only, too." His eyes were closed, somehow afraid to see the redhead's reactions.

Renji was smiling wide. Lips pressed against the top of the raven's head, Renji held him tighter. "Are you asking me if we could be exclusive, Byakuya?" He couldn't suppress the excitement in his voice.

"Mhm," was the reply. Byakuya felt stripped of all his inhibitions. Being close to Renji was what he looked forward to every day. He was done, finally done, with denying this to himself. "Because I love you," he said again. This time he looked at Renji's auburn brown eyes, smiling as he pressed his lips against redder, fuller ones before settling his head back on the redhead's chest, where he felt most at ease and. . . safe. This brought a smile to his face as exhaustion slowly began to take over both their bodies.

"Then yes. I would really like that, too, Byakuya," Renji smiled softly again, his eyes closing. The lovers slowly drifted off to sleep; Renji hearing Byakuya's soft breathing and smelling his now unique, distinctive scent: cherry blossoms with sex written all over it as well as Renji's scent; Byakuya hearing his redhead's heartbeat while the smell of sweat, cherry blossoms, cocoa, and sex hung in the air around them.

The last thought in Byakuya's mind was love and the many ways it could happen. Love was unpredictable. People couldn't help who they fell in love with. It was something natural. It just happened. No matter how hard people might try to deny it at first, or keep it from coming out the way Byakuya had, they always know. Always have the knowledge in their heart that the person they're denying to love is already being loved by them. It might come slow at first, fast in some cases, but love always seemed to bloom and it demanded to be felt once the emotion was set in their hearts.

Yes, Byakuya thought as he drifted off, I could definitely get used to this.
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