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Sing Me a Lullabye	By : Strailo Category: Bleach > Crossovers Views: 7184 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Title: Sing Me a Lullabye

Fandom: Bleach/Kuroshitsuji (Black Butler)

Chapter: 15

Chapter title: Staking His Claim

Characters: Kenapchi, Renji

Word Count: 2,447

AN: And we have smutty! Yay!
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“We have the information as to where Ichigo is now,” Kurotsuchi stated, lips pulled thin as Yoruichi smiled sweetly behind him, eyes glinting just as much as the knife that she held at his neck did. “I know better than to insult your student, demon woman,” he snarled, getting a smirk from her before she moved over to Soi-Fon once more. Smoothing down his haori, he glared at the smirking woman.
“You were saying?” Unohana prompted, crossing her legs as she sat back. She hid her excitement well but there was a tremble to her, to her reiryoku, that betrayed her and her excitement. The rest of the taichos shifted on their feet, turning to Kurotsuchi once more.
Clearing his throat, he pressed his button and once more pulled up a picture, this time of Victorian Era England. “This is the world that Ichigo has dropped into. Grim Reapers keep the souls from lingering too long, and they don’t use anything like our own zanpakuto, but instead various items. I believe one Grim Reaper is known to use a pair of garden shears,” Kurotsuchi sniffed, waving his hand and nearly sneering. He stopped doing so quickly when Unohana sent him a dark look. “Right. As I was saying, he is here and Urahara has a gate set up. He will send you the information on where he is hiding at the moment tomorrow morning so I do suggest we get everything set up.”
“You are right,” Unohana stated, nodding his head before standing. “You know who is going. I suggest you all get some sleep tonight and be prepared to leave early,” she stated, the taichos giving her an affirmative answer and leaving.
“Damn, I don’t wanna leave Shuu so damn soon,” Kensei grunted, eyes narrowed. “I just got him into bed.”
“You got him into bed the first night you were here, Muguruma-taicho,” Renji snorted, shoving his arms up into his kosode’s sleeves, shaking his head with an amused smile on his face. “And that was nearly a year ago.”
“So?” Kensei pouted as they headed towards the small home that the Seireitei had provided him to make sure that he didn’t kill anyone. Shuuhei had been moved in the moment he had arrived and the two hadn’t left each other unless they needed to, usually coming back together for a day or so and not leaving the house. “I don’t know how long it’ll be before we can get permission to see Ichigo, much less how things will go in the long run,” he grunted, rubbing at the back of his neck.
“Stop whining and go home, get laid, get some sleep and I’ll meet ya at the gate to the Living world,” Renji snorted, shaking his head as he smiled and left for his own bed. He was kind of jealous that Kensei and Shuuhei had each other, but mostly sad that he had broken off his own whatever it had been when he had. Sighing, he entered his own set of rooms in the Sixth division dorms, making sure that the kidos were still in place, keeping all sounds out of them and leaving him in peace.
As he slid Zabimaru from his obi, he looked around the front room but found nothing out of place. Removing his waraji, Renji grasped the hilt of his zanpakuto and moved from the front greeting room to his bedroom where he found Kenpachi sprawled out on the bed in just his hakama and kosode was pulled out, laying around him. “Kenpachi-taicho?” he asked, watching as the man slugged back a small cup of sake. He couldn’t have been there for more than a few minutes but already he looked more than comfortable in his spot.
Then again, Kenpachi was always good at finding a comfortable spot and then just dominating the space.
“About time you got here, runt,” Kenpachi snorted as he sat up, one leg bent and tucked under the other as he planted his foot on the ground. Leaning forward onto his knee he asked, “And what have I told ya about calling me taicho when we’re alone?”
Renji swallowed. “Not to,” he said, putting Zabimaru aside onto the display stand that he had created out of sheer boredom. Kenpachi nodded and crooked a finger at him.
“Come here and drink with me,” he growled, watching a flush spread over Renji’s cheeks. He knew just how to get the slightly younger man to react to him, to get a blush or a shy look out of him. Renji sat down next to the taller man, taking a sake cup and letting Kenpachi pour some for him, wondering just what the other was planning on doing next.
What they had, he supposed he should just call it fucking since he didn’t know Kenpachi’s thoughts on the matter, he had only drank when he needed to forget something, to relax and let himself float on the pleasure that was awoken in him. Otherwise they both enjoyed it when he was sober and able to fight back, the sex rough in some way.
Kenpachi though had a plan on loosening Renji’s tongue and then showing him just who owned his heart and body. He couldn’t quite love like that little Kuchiki brat could, not soft and sweet and caring, but he did love in his way, no matter how rough or brutish it maybe. And somehow the red head next to him with power that was flavored somewhat differently than the other shinigmai had wormed his way past his barrier and set up camp in his heart.
As they sat on the bed, drinking their sake and just looking at each other occasionally, the silence went from uncomfortable to comfortable and charged with something that made Renji blush and shift on his bed. He played with his cup and glanced up at the other, biting his bottom lip as Kenpachi waited patiently for him to break.
“Why are you here, Kenpachi?” he asked, looking up with serious red-brown eyes, frown heavy on his lips. Kenpachi looked at him over his cup before putting it and the sake bottle to the side, leaning forward as he stared at Renji, watching him lean back with wide eyes.
“I’m here to take back what is mine,” Kenpachi growled, the words sending shivers tripping up and down Renji’s back as his mouth dropped open. “I let you go because I knew that little Kuchiki wouldn’t be able to love ya like I can, couldn’t give ya what you wanted the most,” he continued.
Renji shivered and bit his bottom lip as he remembered just what Kenpachi could give him, remembered the nights that he happily took it and begged for more. Standing up quickly, he paced around the room and smoothed a hand over his hair as he sighed. “Kenpachi...fuck, man,” he groaned, shaking his head, turning around to stare at the large man. “You let me leave you because you knew that you would be able to just come back into my life and take me again...” he trailed off at the leer.
“Yep. I know what you need and how you need it, Abarai. I have since the first time you came to me and asked if I knew anything to stop the memories, even for a short time,” Kenpachi grunted. “I have since the first time you let me bend you over my desk, and show you how to take a cock and get pleasure out of it unlike the idiots that you fooled around with before me.”
Renji flushed and crossed his arms, knowing that Kenpachi was telling the truth. “So, what are we going to do now?” he asked after a few moments.
“We are going to have a send off worthy of the 11th, that’s what we’re going to do,” Kenpachi growled, lunging at the other and taking him down to the floor, one big hand clasping the lean wrists together and pressing them down over Renji’s head, his other hand cupping Renji’s groin. He smirked at the sharply drawn in breath as slim hips bucked into his hand, cock hardening under his firm strokes. “You still respond so perfectly to me,” he leered, eye bright as his lover arched and twisted under the touches, red-brown eyes dazed.
“Kenpachi,” Renji whined when the hand stroking him was removed and his wrists freed, unsurprised when his kosode was pulled off and tossed to the side, sword calloused hands stroking over his sides. He moaned, keeping his hands above his head as those knowing hands found one nipple and tweaked it hard, sending a bolt of pain that did nothing but make him pant in his pleasure. No lover that he had ever had, from the girls and few guys in the Academy all the way up to Rukia for the short time they had been together, could never quite make him enjoy the pain that he craved.
Only the large man that was leering at him could drag his pleasure out of pain, could make him beg and moan for more like a whore with a john.
Renji moaned once more, hips thrusting up into the air as his hakama and fundoshi was pulled off, both pieces being tossed aside, leaving him bare to his lover, his mate. Sighing, he opened his eyes and shifted, unconsciously showing off his body to entice the other into doing more than just looking, muscles shifting and twitching under tanned, tattooed skin. The red ponytail spread above him in a fan, tickling the hands that still rested over his head as a flush spread over his skin from the heat that came from a black eye.
Kenpachi smirked and ran one hand down from Renji’s neck, over his pecs, down the twitching stomach muscles and then sliding over the hard cock that laid in a bed of rich red curls. Licking his lips, he flicked his thumb over the tip, gathering the bittersweet fluid there, bringing it up to his lips and sucking on it as he caught his mate’s gaze. “You’ve been eating fruit again, and a lot of it,” he growled, leaning over to brush their lips together, just teasing.
“Had to eat something healthy some time,” Renji breathed, body shivering at the feel of Kenpachi’s power slinking over his skin. Despite what everyone believed, the man above him had perfect control of his power, Yamamoto making sure of that fact, he just didn’t care to hold it in. Moaning, he lifted his head slightly and lapped at the thin lips that had been teasing him, feeling his lover smirk and pressed downwards into his mouth and took over it.
Kenpachi slipped his tongue past the willing lips, grunting when it was sucked on and nipped at, feeling his own length throb as he remembered just how talented that mouth was. He would feel it later, after he had made sure that his mate remembered just who it was that made him love laying with another male. Controlling the kiss easily, his tongue mimicking what he would soon be doing with his length, he worked his hand down between long legs, feeling them rise to come to rest up around his hips.
Pulling away from the kiss, licking his lips, Kenpachi smirked and shrugged off his kosode, tossing it to the side before hunting for the bottle of lube that he had stashed in a secret pocket that Yumichika had created for him. Finding it, he pulled off the obi that held his hakama up and let it fall down off of his hips, showing that he had forgone a fundoshi, cock popping out of the top. Renji groaned as he watched the large man pour some of the lube onto his hand and warm it up, he pulled his legs up and open, knowing what was going to happen next.
He wasn’t disappointed, calloused fingers reaching down to stroke over his entrance before two were pushed in, making him grit his teeth around the scream that threatening to escape, body arching and twitching. Kenpachi smirked and spread the two fingers, purposely missing the nerves that he knew would send his lover into a writhing frenzy of need and pulled them back before sliding them forward once more. Renji gasped and arched, rocking down onto the fingers as his eyes slid shut, head tossed back.
Kenpachi chuckled and reached up, tugging the hair tie out of the red locks and let them slip through his fingers to fan out around the pleasure soaked face as the fingers he had buried in his mate’s body continued to work in and out. A third finger was thrust inwards as he tangled his hand into the silken hair and tugged, the two coming into a teeth filled kiss. Renji pulled away and let loose with a scream, body jerking as his sweet spot was stroked over by the devilish fingers, a fourth finger working in while he was drowning in the pleasure.
“You want me to fuck ya?” he purred, making sure that the muscles were open and ready for him. Renji keened as Kenpachi stopped moving his fingers, just resting them inside of his twitching body. “Well?”
“Yes, fuck me, take me. Make me scream once again,” Renji growled, hands clawing at the flooring under him. Kenpachi leered and pulled his fingers out to coat his cock with more of the lube, making sure that it was coated well. He had no doubt that Renji hadn’t bottomed for the Kuchiki clan head for their short time together and he really doubted the Kuchiki brat would have topped his red head, the girl much to proper for that. Not with how tight Renji had felt around his fingers.
He leered as he pressed his cock against the twitching entrance and pushed forward, staking his claim and getting a broken scream of his name. Kenpachi chuckled and rocked his hips, loosening the muscles around his length even more, not letting up on that line of pleasure and pain that he knew how to work oh so well. Pulling back fully as soon as he felt the muscles relax, he slammed forward hard enough to push Renji’s body back and draw another scream.
Snarling, Kenpachi pulled out of the grasping body before flipping Renji over and sliding back in. Renji gasped and sprawled out on his chest, cheek pressed against the floor as his body was rocked hard with the thrusts into his body, cock leaking and sweet spot being abused by the length that was working in and out of his body. He couldn’t decide if he wanted to scream, beg or just moan as he clawed at the wooden floor under him, hair spread about him and falling over his face in pieces, fluttering with each hitched breath.
Leaning forward, one hand pulling lean hips back into his thrusting, Kenpachi reached around and curled his fingers around the straining length, breath panting into one ear. “That’s it, baby. You always do enjoy me fucking you, taking you until you couldn’t see straight, don’t you?” he growled, power wrapping tight around Renji, drawing a shuddering moan. “Let me see you cum for me. Come on, be a good boy and cum.” Nipping at the ear, he leered at the cry of lust and the full body shudder it got.
Scrambling at the wood, curling slightly and clenching around the driving cock, Renji cried out again and came, spilling over the hand that was stroking him. He mewled as his lover slammed in once more, rolling and pressing his hips as he followed after, loving the heat that flooded his body and dripped down his thighs once more. Sighing as he went limp under the big body, eyes half lidded as he was held up, Renji made a noise of discomfort and unhappiness when the larger man pulled out and picked him up. He bounced once when he was dropped onto the bed and glared up at the other.
“Drop me, why don’t ya,” Renji snorted, laying out and too glad to just lay there. Kenpachi snickered and crawled between his legs once more, cock already hardening. “I’m going to have to go see someone in the Fourth before I leave tomorrow, aren’t I?” he asked, getting a smirk as his lover slipped back into him to start another round.
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