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Ways of Binding [Chapter 5 Is Up!]	By : gogochan Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 6338 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Characters: Kuchiki Byakuya x Abarai Renji

Disclaimer: Don't own Bleach or these hot boys. Just playin'
with them.

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Yaoi (guy on guy), slash (guy on guy),
spanking, language, self-pleasuring,sexual situations

Chapter summary: Renji gets his revenge. Byakuya gets spanked...and likes it?

Ways of Binding, Chapter 2

Today�s episode at the Academy wasn�t the first time Renji
had felt Byakuya�s teasing breath on his tattooed neck.

Renji�s relatively short tenure with the Sixth division had been peppered with
a variety of awkward moments and �is he tryin� to
fuck wit� my mind?� situations.

A
rather benign example could be found in the way the Byakuya stared at Renji
whenever they sparred.

The
brazen redhead loved to spar with his coldly efficient taichou. Byakuya always
pretended that such exercise was beneath him. Renji knew better.

Their
sparring matches grew longer and more intense as Renji became stronger. The
sight of his undulating serpentine bankai always hammered a spark into the cold
steel of Byakuya�s gray eyes. Renji didn�t know what that meant, but he liked
it. It was the only time he saw the Kuchiki heir look truly alive.

Sometimes
they�d spar for hours. Outwardly, the patrician taichou remained as composed
and dispassionate ever. Unlike his balls-to-the-wall subordinate, he rarely
broke a sweat. Behind the aristocratic mask, icy eyes would dance over Renji�s
heaving form whenever he gasped for breath or shook the sweat from his
blood-red hair.

Renji
could be boisterous and clumsy, and he wasn�t the best at kidou, but an
unpredictable life on the Rukongai streets had honed his senses until they were
razor-sharp. Though the younger shinigami was fully aware of the majestic eyes
that watched him closely, he always feigned ignorance and took great pains to
avoid the older man�s gaze.

Zaraki taichou had been an open book�well-thumbed,
dog-eared pages stained with large, sloppy �Read me if you want�I don�t give a
shit� print. During his first two weeks with the Sixth, Renji�d
failed to read one line of Kuchiki taichou�s fine print. It�d been
frustrating, but hardly a surprise.

Renji
quickly gave up on trying to understand his new captain and whole-heartedly
accepted the man as a brilliant, albeit prissy, antiquated, and antisocial,
enigma. After all, Kuchiki taichou was his idol; the icon of effortless
strength he simultaneously revered and feared. Renji was honored that the
powerful swordsman considered him to be a worthy sparring partner.

The
way Kuchiki taichou looked at him when they crossed swords was kinda flattering� almost like the mysterious man actually
liked him. It was very unlike the way the elder looked at him that day he fell
asleep on his lunch break�.

Renji
hadn�t meant to fall asleep; it�s just the damn weather had been so perfect
that day. He couldn�t resist the opportunity to spend a few minutes basking in
the sun. Plus, a bit of fresh air was just the thing to quiet the war drums
that signaled the forward march of his hangover.

�Modesty�
is not a word one usually hears in association with Abarai Renji. After finding
a sunny patch of grass, he stripped to the waist in less time than it takes
Byakuya to adjust one of his prim, fingerless gloves.

The
sun felt so nice and the fresh spring air was just so relaxing. The dream
started to take shape before his eyes were fully closed�.

It
was evening. Renji was standing in a lush garden filled with exotic flora. His
entire being was focused on the beautiful, ethereal man standing before him.
Moonlight caressed the man�s flawlessly sculpted features, giving his alabaster
skin an otherworldly glow. Kuchiki Byakuya was truly a creature of the
night.

A
chill snaked down Renji�s spine, alerting him to the familiar feel of the
other�s emotionless appraisal. This time, Renji returned the unflinching gaze,
and held it.

Eyes
locked. Neither spoke. Neither moved. Both seemed to be waiting; silently
daring the other to make the next move. The redhead broke the silence with a
playful growl, and was shocked when the imperturbable noble responded with
something that sounded suspiciously like a low chuckle.

Renji
needed no further encouragement. He released warm waves of reiatsu, knowing the
older man would instantly sense the gnawing hunger and longing that coursed
through his spirit energy. The Kuchiki responded instinctively, releasing just
enough reiatsu to block Renji�s insistent energy.

Renji
sensed the subtle resistance. On impulse, he grasped the elusive tendrils of
Byakuya�s reiatsu and embraced them fiercely.

Renji
gasped. He�d never felt such impenetrable, glacial cold. Knowing Byakuya, these
wisps of reiatsu were just the tip of the iceberg.

Distracted
by the brutal chill, it took Renji a moment to register that the aloof elder
hadn�t rejected him. On the contrary, the noble sent thin fingers of reiatsu to
trail softly, languidly�almost teasingly�against the raw heat, causing the
redhead to shiver. Through the wall of ice, Renji could sense mild amusement
stemming from a barely suppressed curiosity.

Renji
dared to tighten the embrace. Without warning, the delicate fingers became
sharp, raking claws, easily piercing the younger man�s reiatsu. Renji stifled a
grunt of pain. It hurt like hell. Was this the high and mighty bastard�s way of
returning the embrace? The claws dug in deeper, infusing the redhead�s reiatsu
with a devious hunger that carried traces of abject cruelty. Renji kept his
reiatsu steady, accepting the pain without submitting to it.

Gradually,
the ice in Byakuya�s eyes began to thaw, revealing opaque pools of unfathomable
depth. A sharp flash of light cut through the darkness like a beacon, drawing
Renji closer to the abyss.

�I
want you,� he confessed. �I know,� Byakuya replied.

Auburn
eyes plunged recklessly into the other�s cold, murky depths. Before he could
delve below the surface, lighting struck the dark water. The jolt of electricity
forced their reiatsus apart and brought Renji out of
his reverie. His captain was still standing in front of him� So close�

Electricity
filled the air. Renji lunged forward, intent on gathering Byakuya in his arms,
but was firmly held at bay. A strange pressure had come between them, obscuring
his vision and pushing the noble just out of his reach. He tried to cry out,
�Taichou!� but the aberrant pressure invaded his lungs and he choked on thick,
acrid air.

Renji
awoke with a start, gasping for breath, surprised as all hell to find Byakuya
looming over him. His slender shadow was draped over Renji�s supine body.

Renji
snapped to attention, sputtering out apologies. He sat up quickly, wincing
slightly as rough material rubbed against his swollen arousal. �Fuckin� perfect,� he groaned inwardly, hoping the hakama�s baggy folds were sufficient to hide his throbbing
erection. Poor fool. Even from 20 feet away, that massive hard-on was
impossible to miss.

He
was fumbling around for the rest of his clothes when he noticed something different
in Byakuya�s reiatsu. A slight, pulsing vibration, like a low electrical
current, made every hair on Renji�s body stand on end. He looked up, eyes
straining against the glare, and was surprised to see his taichou�s top lip
curled into something just short of a smug little smile.

�The
hell is that about?� Renji wondered. His jaw dropped with the sudden
realization that the older man had been watching him sleep. His heart skipped a
beat, and he felt strangely exposed.

The
Kuchiki emitted one of those patented sighs reserved specifically for Renji�s
�childish� antics. �Nap time is over,� he drawled. The solemn, unwavering
intonation contrasted sharply with the faint buzz of curious energy pulsing
through his reiatsu.

The
captain�s eerie twist of a smile sunk into a faint scowl. He�d expected the
energetic ruffian to scramble gamely to his feet, garnet eyes twinkling;
insouciant grin spreading from ear to ear.

Instead,
the younger man seemed�withdrawn. His full lips had all but disappeared into a
hard, thin line. The fire in those warm, russet eyes was smothered by a thick,
wet blanket of confusion, caution, and doubt�emotions that elder shinigami had
neither the interest nor the patience to read.

Neither
man seemed to recognize that Renji�s version of �withdrawing� was a near
perfect imitation of Byakuya�s normal, tight-lipped expression. Instead,
Byakuya gritted his teeth as his subordinate lowered his unseeing gaze and
listlessly turned away.

�Get
back to work, Abarai fukutaichou,� was all he said before turning neatly on his
heels, flipping his hair, and moving briskly away from Renji�s sun-kissed
torso.

Renji�s
eyes regained a bit of focus as they instinctively followed Byakuya�s quick yet
fluid stride. Usually, the young firebrand found himself fascinated�even
entranced�by his willowy captain�s graceful movements. Right now, he was simply
thankful for the distance Byakuya between them.

�What
jus� happened?� he whispered. �No way that was jus� a dream.� Vestiges
of cold, dark energy brushed against his bare shoulders, eliciting an
involuntary shiver�even though the afternoon sun still burned brightly in the
sky.

�That
energy�the freakin� cold�it�it was taichou�s
reiatsu.� He pulled his legs tightly against his chest, clammy forehead coming
down to rest against strong knees.

Imagining
sharp �claws� of energy tearing into his reiatsu was one thing. But the idea of
Kuchiki taichou being able to penetrate into his dreams was downright
creepy. Letting the enigmatic man get under his skin was dangerous enough. For
the sake of his pride, not to mention his sanity, he couldn�t allow the elder
to invade his subconscious and manipulate his dreams. Crush or no crush, Renji
vowed to be more careful�more guarded�more distant�.

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�Che,� Renji grunted, shrugging off the quick shudder that
accompanied the memory of that dream and that day. �Dunno why I thought I could
jus� shut �im out. Tryin�
to ignore �im was prob�ly
the worst thing I could do.�

He
tugged the fiery strands of hair behind his ears for the umpteenth time.
�Taichou�s a diff�rnt breed, a�ight.
Maybe he gets off on playin� with me� For a
pure-bred, he sure is one sick puppy.� Impish eyes twinkled. �Feh. Maybe it�s all in my head. Guess I�ll find out soon
enough��

Renji
zig-zagged around Sixth company�s offices, lowering
his reiatsu until it was completely hidden. Anyone keeping tabs on him�even
Byakuya�would assume he was just passing through.

Stubborn,
unruly hair kept tickling his eyelashes and threatened to break his
concentration. Renji considered darting into his small office to grab another
hair band, but quickly thought better of it. Byakuya made a habit of causally
entering his subordinate�s office whenever he damn well pleased. About once a
week, the dark haired shinigami would silently materialize in Renji�s tiny work
space. By the time Renji noticed his presence, Byakuya was leaning over his
shoulder, closely inspecting his work. Banal criticism, spoken in that
impossibly smooth monotone, would invariably follow.

�Taichou
loves to hide his reiatsu.� Renji shook his head, red mane swirling seductively
around his broad shoulders, completely unaware of how damn sexy he
looked. A wry smile bared sharp, gleaming fangs. �Sneaky bastard.�

Renji�d all but gotten used to Byakuya�s silent intrusions
into his personal space. He�d almost stopped flinching when taichou�s silky
hair brushed against his right ear. He was even starting to like way Byakuya�s
gentle breath would collect into a small sigh whenever he found some minor
error in the fukutaichou�s paperwork.

There
was something�sensual in those little sighs that always quickened Renji�s
pulse. He�d squirm a bit in his chair, desperate to suppress the inevitable
gnaw of lust, convinced that the quiet noble could all but read his mind.

Renji
slapped his forehead and sucked in his breath. �Gotta
stop thinkin� �bout all that or I�ll get busted �fore
I can make a move�.�

It
was late in the afternoon, and Sixth division�s administrative offices were
nearly deserted. Renji slunk down the hallway, taking care to keep his reiatsu
firmly in check. Keen senses told him Byakuya was alone in his office.

Renji
prowled silently, pausing just before his own office. Kuchiki taichou�s office
was one door away. Renji could hear him speaking at semi-regular intervals.
Though the conversation was muffled, he instantly recognized the particular
tone of voice Byakuya employed for the captains and high-ranking officials he
considered to be �tolerable,� yet ultimately�and eternally� �beneath� him.

Random
snippets of conversation wafted through the thick wood door. Renji snickered to
himself as he caught the words �Kuchiki archives,� �priceless historical
artifacts,� �irresponsible,� and �sake.�

�He�s
on the phone with�Kyouraku taichou,� Renji decided.
He leaned casually against his office door, confident that the Kuchiki was oblivious
to his eavesdropping. Still, should Byakuya or anyone else happen upon Renji,
he would simply appear to be waiting patiently outside taichou�s door. Nothing
unusual there. Renji never entered his superior�s office without expressed
consent. Byakuya, on the other hand, never knocked.

The
Kuchiki made no attempt to hide his budding annoyance with his jovial
booze-loving senpai. The conversation had him
somewhat distracted. How very convenient�

Renji
needed but a second to assess the elder�s position in the spacious office. He
drew in his breath, auburn eyes dancing with a naughty gleam. �No fuckin� way�� This was almost too perfect.

For
the pampered, sheltered noble, stealth was merely a bonus. As a youth, he�d
developed the skill to avoid nagging relatives and �unsavory� classmates. For
the former Rukongai
street kid, stealth was
a prerequisite for survival.

He
made a mental note to buy Kyouraku-dono a
great, big bottle of sake before slowly, carefully (so carefully) easing
open Byakuya�s door and silently slipping inside.

The
redhead treated himself to a brief moment of triumph as the familiar scent of neroli, sakura, and musk tickled his nose. So far, so good.
The meticulous nobleman had yet to notice his presence.

Byakuya
was standing in front of his desk, facing away from the door. He cradled a
small, wireless phone against his right ear, apparently trying to temper his
impatience by focusing on the happy white clouds drifting past the window. His
left hand trailed absentmindedly through the curls of perfumed smoke that rose
lazily from the large, three-wick candle on his desk.

The
richly scented candle was a fixture on Byakuya�s elegantly carved desk. Over
the years, Renji had come to associate the heady scent with his beautiful,
raven-haired taichou. Sometimes, a whiff of the candle was all it took to make
him thoroughly aroused.

Like
right now� Renji�s eyes poured over the noble�s elegant frame, the candle�s
intoxicating scent further tantalizing his senses. The simple act of voyeurism
was enough to quickly bring him to a full, almost painful, arousal. Plus,
Byakuya�s voice had a deep, resonating quality that the younger man found
deliciously erotic.

Come
to think of it, those long, supple fingers twirling and teasing the curls of
smoke were pretty damn erotic, too. Renji�s mind instantly flooded with a dozen
sexy scenarios involving little more than his willing, naked body and those
playful fingers.

Renji
was aware of Byakuya�s occasional contributions to the conversation, but hadn�t
bothered to register what was actually being said. He was much too busy
imagining the feel of smooth, porcelain fingers brushing against his lips�
ghosting down the front of his throat�

Renji
snapped back to attention as the Kuchiki drew in a sharp breath and tensed the
lithesome fingers into a tight fist.

�Kyouraku, you must know that I continue this tedious
communication out of necessity, not personal interest,� Byakuya sounded equal
parts bored, imperious, and mocking.

Renji
recognized the trace of venom in the otherwise toneless voice. Eighth
division�s taichou must have touched a nerve.

�I
refuse to discuss anything that is not entirely relevant to the matter at hand.
That scroll is Kuchiki property.� The dull edge in Byakuya�s voice could still
cut like a knife. �Your previous acquaintanceship with my long-deceased parents
is irrelevant. Your interest in that scroll is irrelevant. And, my private life
is especially irrelevant.�

With
that, the noble jabbed his long, flawless index finger into the hot wax of the
candle. There was a barely perceptible wince as Byakuya removed the slender
digit and allowed the burning wax to drip on his boney knuckles.

The
look on Renji�s face was priceless. That candle burned on the edge of taichou�s
desk every damn day, but Renji had never once seen Byakuya touch it, or
even acknowledge it, let alone get kinda freaky with
it.

Renji
was amazed Byakuya hadn�t simply hung up in response to whatever Kyouraku taichou said about his private life. Then again,
Byakuya was nothing if not stubborn, and he obviously wanted something from
flamboyant shinigami. Renji honestly couldn�t imagine the pampered Kuchiki heir
not getting what he wanted.�

To
this end, Byakuya allowed his senpai to respond,
though he was no longer actively listening.

He
seemed to be somewhat preoccupied with the alabaster finger now firmly encased
in dark purple wax. He flexed the finger a few times to weaken the seal and
shook it in a way that was almost undignified. Almost. The wax stayed put.

Then,
to the leering redhead�s absolute delight, Byakuya brought his hand up to his
face and began chewing on the finger to remove the wax. Of course, Renji
couldn�t actually see this, but the noble�s next utterance of �Mmmm�
sure sounded as if he had something in his mouth.

The
fingers�the wax�taichou�s luscious little mouth�that deep, vibrating �Mmmm�.�
Renji now had enough masturbation material to last him several blissful years.

�Wish
there was some kidou spell that�d trick taichou into thinkin�
his finger was my cock,� he mused.

Renji
figured he�d pretty much �won� this round. Sneaking into the elder�s office and
passively playing voyeur would be more than enough to rattle the intensively
private Kuchiki. Really, all Renji had to do was stay still and patiently wait
for Byakuya to turn around.

Yeah,
right. Like modesty, patience wasn�t one of the gutsy redhead�s stronger
virtues. He�d been so focused on concealing his reiatsu, he was genuinely
unaware of the warm hand that instinctively snaked its way into his hakama.

�Nnnhh... Dammit!� A calloused palm suddenly
gripped his swollen member with a familiar ferocity. The fukutaichou had
clearly mastered his reiatsu, but seemed to unable to control the wayward thumb
now slowly circling the pulsing tip of his erection�teasing the sensitive
slit�dipping to rub that spot just below the tip. He suppressed a
bliss-filled shudder as his engorged cock began to throb.

�No!
Nnghh� Stop it, baka!�
He chided, willing his hand to let go. One hard stroke and he�d lose it
completely�.game over�new score�haughty taichou: 2, horny fukutaichou: 0.

Even
as Renji forced himself to control his need, baser instincts were tempting to
him to just fuckin� go for it. Why not shock the shit
out of his frigid leader with a barrage of untamed, primal lust?

Just
then, said leader shifted his slender hips and leaned lightly against the
massive desk, still ignorant of the horny intruder lurking several feet away.

Instead
of relaxing, Byakuya immediately stiffened. Renji held his breath in alarm. He
didn�t dare exhale, even when it became obvious that the fussy aristocrat was
just trying to get comfortable.

Byakuya
murmured one of those sensuous �Mmmm�s� before gently
placing the phone on his desk. He shook the last bits of wax off his left hand
before cupping it over the candle�s sinuous trail of smoke, as if trying to
capture as much of the elusive fragrance as possible.

Now
free of the phone, his right hand quickly tugged the loose folds of his uniform
and haori against his right hip. As his right hand fussed and folded the thick
fabric, his left hand arced gracefully toward his face, wayward tendrils of
smoke curling gently against his palm.

Renji
afforded himself a quick gasp as the aristocrat inhaled deeply. �Taichou�s sure
got a thing for that candle��

In
trying to provide a bit of padding for his pedigreed hip, Byakuya had pulled
the voluminous uniform tight against his firm, shapely ass.

Just
when Renji thought the view couldn�t get any better, Byakuya shifted more of
his weight against the desk and began to tap one foot impatiently.

Renji
smirked. It looked like taichou�s butt was winking him. He couldn�t help
but wink back.

Byakuya
breathed out a soft sigh. He despised having to communicate at any length with
the absurdly flamboyant, nosy Kyouraku. He was no fan
of these increasingly complicated communication devices, but was grateful that
the small communicator allowed him to speak with the drunkard at a distance.
The ancient shinigami was starting to make less and less sense. One more bottle
of sake and Byakuya should be able to press the inebriated man into promising
to return the scrolls he�d �borrowed� without consent from the Kuchiki
archives.

Renji�s
eyes were glued to the noble�s pert bottom. The beautiful man was lithe and
lean and so� statuesque. The redhead could only assume that taichou�s ass was
probably as perfectly sculpted as the rest of him.

Though
he was hundreds of years old, the pampered head of the Kuchiki clan was still a
spoiled, temperamental brat. The way Renji saw it, Byakuya must have been
insufferable as a child. It was common knowledge that the decorated noble held
the additional honor of being the most powerful leader in his clan�s long
history.

Byakuya
was incredibly stubborn, and�by Kuchiki standards�dangerously rebellious. Yet,
for some reason, he continued to submit to the clan�s heavy yoke of outdated
propriety and implied superiority.

Renji
often wondered what arcane methods of discipline the Kuchiki elders employed to
maintain such thorough control over the willful, arrogant heir. Surely, it had
taken more than harsh words to keep a young, bratty Byakuya in line. Had
Byakuya�s parents, or any of the Kuchiki elders, ever dared to reprimand him
physically? Had the precious prince ever felt the sting of an angry slap,
or�better yet�the humiliation of a thorough, bare-bottomed spanking?

The
mental image that immediately followed was too tempting to resist. Renji�s
inky eyebrows arched mischievously, complemented by a rakish grin. He unwound
the slightly sticky palm from his hard-on and took a definitive step toward his
taichou.

The
same gods that had gifted Byakuya with otherworldly poise and restraint had
ironically hardwired Renji to act on raw emotion and sheer impulse.

Though
his heart threatened to beat itself right out of his chest, the fiery fukutaichou
managed to keep his erratic reiatsu firmly in check. He acknowledged Zabimaru�s
influence, grateful for the nue�s uncanny ability to
stay one step ahead of him.

With
a jolt, Renji realized Zabimaru wasn�t the only zanpakutou in the room. How
could he have forgotten about Senbonzakura? He glanced back at the ornate
armoire where Byakuya often let her rest.

A
light tingling on an old scar told Renji that she was aware of him as well.
Strange� Why hadn�t she alerted her master to Renji�s presence?

As
if in answer, the scar began to itch. Really itch. Fourth company had
deftly healed all but one of countless cuts Renji received from Byakuya�s
bankai. There was one on a rather intimate part of his right inner thigh that
stubbornly refused to fade.

Renji
reached down to give the scar a quick scratch, encountering his erection in the
process. A hot blush stained his cheeks with the realization that Senbonzakura
had been watching him watch her master� Interesting� very interesting� In
response, the itch faded into a teasing tickle.

�Kinky
sword�� Renji�s rakish grin deepened into something far more devious as he
flattened his right hand and stretched his strong, ropey sword-arm back as far
as it would go.

In
the depths of Renji�s mind, the serpentine side of Zabimaru hissed a sharp,
�Surprise!� as the tattooed shinigami swung the muscular appendage forward,
adding a stinging amount of reiatsu just before impact. The flat of his hand
collided with the Kuchiki�s firm ass with an audible SMACK.

Byakuya
yelped in surprise as the blow pitched him ungracefully into and onto his
priceless antique desk.

While
Renji could almost hear the boney hips grinding against the desk�s
unforgiving edge, the painful sound of delicate elbows slamming into the hard,
wooden surface left little to the imagination. Byakuya�s small black phone
skittered awkwardly across his desk, mercifully breaking in two the moment it
collided with the floor.

Renji
couldn�t help the shit-eating grin that took over his face. He did it! The
poised, stoic, haughty, arrogant, distant, nonplused, reserved, serene,
cold-as-fucking-ice noble had yelped. Actually, it was more like a
high-pitched squeal. Renji�ed heard it plain as day.
Even better, there was an excellent chance that Kyouraku
taichou had heard it, too.

Byakuya
whipped around with a hiss, eyes filled with unmistakable fury. Though shaken,
he quickly reclaimed his footing and balance. Gray eyes widened as he took in
the spectacle before him.

The
thick, tousled red mane framing warm, tawny skin�. Garnet eyes burning with a
predatory gleam�. Hungry mouth widening into a cocky, cat-that-ate-the-canary
grin�. Relaxed stance intentionally belying quick, dangerous reflexes�. And a
reiatsu that pulsed with a power both ancient and elemental.�

The
lonely Kuchiki had always been attracted to the ruffian�s wild sensuality and
feral energy, but he�d never expected this�

The
man who stood before him appeared positively leonine. He radiated the
unequivocal power and innate confidence that came naturally to the beautiful
beasts that ruled the food chain.

Once
again, the cold, self-centered noble had underestimated the hot-blooded
commoner.

The
calculating captain had recognized Renji�s raw talent before the redhead began
happily hacking his way up Eleventh company�s ladder. Yet, regardless of
Renji�s obvious strength and potential, Byakuya had mistakenly chosen to
disengage and routinely dismiss his prodigious fukutaichou.

At
this moment, had Renji presented himself as anything less than the ultimate
�noble savage,� Byakuya would have immediately and unmercifully re-asserted
himself as alpha male.

Instead,
the stubborn elder grudgingly conceded that he�d neglected to adequately
monitor, and control, the rambunctious mongrel he�d hand-picked to be his
fukutaichou. Though his ass�and pride�still stung from the heavy-handed blow,
he expertly feigned composure.

Renji,
being Renji, was the first to break the strained silence. �Er� Hey, taichou��
he exhaled, not sure of what else to say.

Byakuya
blinked. Renji was once again just a young, cocky, undisciplined shinigami. The
noble's marble mask settled over his features and another layer of ice formed
over his eyes. How dare that impudent wretch strike him in such a
manner? Oh yes, he wanted to feel the boy�s incredibly seductive reiatsu�but
not like this. The Rukongai cur had dangerously overstepped his bounds.

The
icy eyes crackled with a murderous gleam. Byakuya smirked inwardly as his
subordinate took an involuntary step back. �Yes,� he thought, �I am going to
enjoy putting this whelp back in his place.�

�Aww shit,� Renji thought, �He ain�t
gonna let this one go without a brawl. Can�t say I
blame �im.�

The
gleam in Kuchiki taichou�s eye told him Senbonzakura would be mercilessly
shredding him to bits any minute now. Fine. So be it. Renji would go down
fighting, content with the knowledge that he�d broken through the Kuchiki�s
thick wall of ice and made him squeal like a little girl.

Byakuya�s
eyes darted over to Senbonzakura�s armoire, expecting
to feel her pulsing with indignant rage. Instead, she felt oddly�subdued.
Had Renji placed some kidou spell on her? No�.

Renji
followed the cold gray eyes across the room. He was more or less in between
Byakuya and his sword. Taichou was fast, but Renji could probably head him off.
What would the stoic man do if Renji tackled him to the ground? That thought brought
the rakish grin back to his face.

�Ne, taichou,� Renji said, red eyes taking on a wicked glow.
�We can do this without zanpakutous.�

Renji
eased a sheathed Zabimaru out of his sash and held the sword at arm�s length.
He dropped his voice to a near whisper. �Jus� you and me, taichou�. Man to
man�.�

He
kept his eyes level with his captain�s as he tossed Zabimaru lightly to the
floor. Byakuya�s eyes narrowed to cruel slits.

Renji
dropped into an easy fighting stance, low growl rumbling deep in his throat.

Byakuya
curled his lip, shifting his own stance accordingly.

Renji
smacked his hands together, rubbing them in anticipation. He beckoned to
Byakuya, taunting him.

�A�ight taichou� Bring it!�

Byakuya
snarled. Both men launched forward, but the raven-haired shinigami proved to be
much quicker.

Long,
steely fingers wrapped around Renji�s throat, effectively stopping him in his
tracks. Byakuya glared at his surprised captive for a moment and then lifted
the larger man clear off the ground.

The
cold Kuchiki tightened his grip. Boney, pallid fingers looked skeletal against
the twitching muscles and ruddy, tattooed flesh. He was pleased by the flashes
of fear in Renji�s red eyes as he fought to break free from the chokehold.
Byakuya allowed his subordinate to struggle a bit longer before easily casting
him to the side.

�Fuck!�
Renji coughed, stumbling back a few steps as he gasped for breath. The willowy
noble always seemed so damn delicate. Renji hadn�t expected him to be that
strong. He caught Byakuya�s smug gaze and quickly averted his eyes. �Fuck. Now
what?� he thought.

His
powerful captain surprised him by emitting one of those �Renji is so
frustratingly childish� sighs.

�Renji,�
he drawled, enormously amused to see the redhead clutch protectively at his
throat. �Of the myriad distractions you�ve employed to avoid finishing your
paperwork, this was certainly the drollest.�

�Huh?�
Renji was understandably confused.

Byakuya
then turned his back on the younger man and began smoothing and
re-organizing his own paperwork into neat little stacks.

�The
unintelligent, braying sounds you make are reminiscent of herd animals.� The
Kuchiki sounded bored. �I should not need a shepherd�s hook, or, for that
matter, a cattle prod, to corral my fukutaichou into finishing simple
paperwork.�

�You
have one hour to finish the remainder of your reports.� Byakuya waved one
gloved hand absently over his shoulder. �Go. You are dismissed.�

Renji
just stood there, mouth agape. He wasn�t dead? Taichou was�letting him go?

Clearly,
Kuchiki taichou didn�t consider him to be a threat. The poised shinigami had
demonstrated yet again that he was acutely faster and stronger. He�d
neutralized Renji with one quick and deadly move. Further effort would have
been �unnecessary.�

Renji�s
mind was reeling. He was humbled by the proud noble�s effortless strength. And
yet, he was sort of pissed that the quick-tempered man couldn�t even be
bothered to give the unruly redhead a proper thrashing.

Renji
scowled and clenched his teeth. �Che. He�s got too
much pride to even fuckin� acknowledge that I snuck
in �ere an� spanked his �untouchable� royal ass. Gonna
dismiss the whole damn thing the same way he dismisses me. Like it don�t
matter. Like I don�t matter��

He
bent down to snatch up Zabimaru, glowering at Byakuya�s poised posterior.

To
his astonishment, the dignified heir leaned over the massive desk,
reaching for a piece of paper that had fluttered to the far edge. If Renji
didn�t know better, it would appear that his stoic taichou was making a
conscious, exaggerated display of bending over.

Renji
blinked. �Da fuck?� he thought. �Did taichou just wiggle his ass?� He
blinked again as Byakuya stood on his tiptoes to reach another far-flung scrap
of paper. Renji left Zabimaru on the ground, rising cautiously, wholly confused
by this suggestive and very un-Byakuya-like behavior.

�Am
I readin� this right?� Renji pulled his hair out of
his eyes and chewed on his bottom lip. �S�almost like
he wants me to spank �im again.� He sent a few
questioning tendrils of reiatsu toward the strange man.

Byakuya
answered with a dash of flippant reiatsu that was haughty, smug, and mocking.
In essence, it said, �You wouldn�t dare.�

Renji
sucked in his breath, wide eyes glued�once again�to the noble�s curvy
bottom.

�Hot
damn�� he thought, �Pretty boy likes it rough, eh?�

The
impulsive redhead wasn�t the type to back down from a dare�especially one as
lascivious as this.

Fresh desire raked through his loins. Renji
tossed his crimson mane and lunged at his captain.

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