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Penumbra	By : Sardonicista Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2583 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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- 2-II
- 3-III
- 4-IV
- 5-V
- 6-VI
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Penumbra, Chapter Two

“I’m glad I didn’t bring any more sake.”

                Armed with a disapproving glare, Byakuya stepped onto the shaded verandah, avoiding the multitude of empty bottles strewn along the deck. After an hour of searching every cranny of the First and Eighth divisions, he was mildly relieved and mostly annoyed to find the Head Captain slouched against a post, swathed in a flowery kimono and smoking a pipe.

                “That’s a shame….now we’re out,” Shunsui lamented, pronunciation precise, as tendrils of smoke wafted out over the koi pond, swirling in the late afternoon sunlight that dappled the water in greens and browns. “Welcome to my humble abode, Bya-kun.”

                “Kyouraku-soutaichou,” Byakuya sighed and came to a stop, looking down on his superior. “You seem to have neglected to include food as part of your dinner.”

                “Nonsense, this was but an aperitif,” Shunsui gestured to the decimated bottles with his pipe. “I wouldn’t dare ruin a supper to be shared with you.”

                Byakuya quirked a brow before it could be stopped. Pressing his lips into a thin line, he turned away to look out over the pond.

                “Oh, don’t be put out. I’m not teasing you.”

                Byakuya peered over his shoulder and down at Shunsui, who tipped his sakkat back to meet his gaze.

                “I should lend credence to the ramblings of a drunk?”

                Shunsui sighed and leaned back. “I’m not nearly as drunk as I’d like to be.”

                Letting his gaze drift back to the pond, Byakuya sighted the occasional flash of gold and ivory as a carp would surface, leaving bubbles and swaying lily pad in its wake. The shadows of the nearby trees lengthened to stretch like grasping hands over the water and paint more of the atrium in shade. It was many minutes later, when a flock of tiny brown birds startled from a maple and took to the air that the hazy hush was broken.

                “I’ve been a poor host.” Tapping the ash into a small porcelain bowl, Shunsui set the pipe aside. “Won’t you have a seat? If we haven’t frightened them off, we could probably trouble the attendants for some dinner.”

                Byakuya remained still but for glancing at Kyouraku and the dark circle beneath his eye. “Perhaps we should dine out.”

                “Oh?” Shunsui sat up and stretched before removing his hat and fanning himself with it.

                “There is a noodle stand just opened by the South Gate,” Byakuya reported while watching the older man from the corner of his eye. Shunsui’s chest hair never failed to distract him, though he failed to understand why, for as often as it escaped from the gap in his kimono. “Renji has been raving about it all week. I am considering trying it, if only out of self-defense.”

                “You. Eating at a noodle stand.” Shunsui made no effort to hide his incredulity. “This I have to see.”

                “Their ramen is supposed to be exquisite,” Byakuya clarified, lifting his chin.

                “Sounds perfect.” Shunsui shook out his hair, a chaotic tumble of auburn curls, and took his time smoothing it back into his usual low ponytail. Allowing himself another long, languid stretch, he winked at his companion as he eased himself up off the deck. “I could go for a walk.”

                “And a visit to the vintner, I’m sure,” Byakuya turned away, heading for the exit and ignoring the flustered flutter in his stomach.

                “You wound me.” A grinning Kyouraku pulled up alongside him and clapped him merrily on the shoulder. “Don’t worry, this time I’ll get enough for both of us.”

                “Ah, what a relief,” the Kuchiki rolled his eyes, though the hallway to the main entrance was nearly pitch-black in the shadows. “I had no idea such a massive stockpile even existed within Seireitei’s walls.”

                “Prepare to be pleasantly surprised.”

                Shunsui’s breath tickled his ear and stirred his hair, while the hand on his shoulder slid over to his neck, then lightly down his spine. Before Byakuya could think, much less react, they were out of the shadows and treading on sun-drenched stepping stones leading away from the entryway of the house. The Captain Commander, now at a respectful distance, turned to him with a twinkle in his dark eye.

                “Do lead on.”

                With bows, pleasantries and compliments exchanged, they departed from the Ramen stand as the last rays of daylight wove through the carts of the open-air market. Rather than take the most direct route through the shopping district, they opted for the wooded lane that circumscribed the southeast quadrant of the Seireitei and meandered just within its walls. Byakuya approved, having walked this road on many nights and relishing the rustling of leaves and the crisp scent of the pine needles layering the ground nearby.

                “Ah, what a fine evening,” Shunsui declared as he folded his hands behind his neck and craned upward to look at the sky, a magnificent display of orange flowing into pink with a frame of amethyst clouds.

                Byakuya nodded in agreement, admiring the sway of the branches overhead that were nearly black in comparison to the riotous colors of the sunset.

                “You look particularly lovely tonight.”

                “Spare me the flattery.” Byakuya looked down reflexively, wondering what part of the silver and seafoam-green kimono could possibly be attractive bathed in tangerine twilight. He hoped the rapid-fading daylight was too dim to reveal the color blossoming on his cheeks.

                “Though to be fair,” Shunsui went on blithely, “you could probably waltz around in a tablecloth and still look ravishing.”

                “Kyou-” the Kuchiki tried to interrupt, to no avail.

                “Shutara-san’s cloak for you was rather like a tablecloth, come to think of it,” Kyouraku mused, soon humming an aimless, jolly tune as he strolled along.

                “It served its purpose,” Byakuya interjected, his irritation finally getting the better of him.

                “So it did,” Shunsui agreed, all trace of teasing vanished as he turned to look Byakuya in the eye. “And I am grateful.”

                Taken aback and a bit unsettled, Byakuya turned away and faced straight ahead, seeing nothing in particular in the gloom ahead except for his own memories. Both men slowed, partially due to the dwindling visibility as the sky grew dark, no moon or stars yet appearing to light their path.

                “I did not mean to make you uncomfortable,” Shunsui sighed. “I suppose it will be quite a while before any of that business is easy to talk about, much less joke material.”

                Byakuya nodded, a useless gesture in the gathering dark, but continued to walk on. He caught occasional glimpses of lights well hidden between the trees: the tiny yellow flashes of precocious fireflies, the distant lantern atop a riverman’s barge. He blinked several times, waiting for the moisture pooling at the corner of his eyes to disperse. The tightness behind his breastbone, too, was borne but dealt with quickly.

                The pain lingers, he decided as he pushed on further into the atramentous woods, though I would not wish for it to pass. It is often the best reminder of who and what we have lost.

                Byakuya came to an abrupt halt when a hand closed on his shoulder. He closed his eyes, cursing himself for having been surprised for a second time that evening. How am I not even noticing such proximity? You would think that it was I that had been drinking all day.

“Please,” Shunsui implored, a warm but looming presence directly in front of him, “forgive me. Such brooding is catching, and best done while drinking.”

“Why is it, then, that you are even more somber when sober?” Byakuya looked up, eventually able to make out the long face, chiseled cheekbones and new lines etched around the older man’s mouth.

“Lack of suitable distraction, I suppose.”

Shunsui’s voice seemed even deeper then, a baritone rumble that resonated in his bones. The memory of that voice intoning a bankai release still made him shiver, and Byakuya couldn’t stop himself from shuddering at the memory, at the overwhelming power and destruction that had been released in its wake.

It made him all the more furious at himself when, mere moments later, he startled badly as Kyouraku’s warm fingertips swept his bangs out of his eyes.

“Oh dear,” a soft laugh, then Shunsui bolstered him with a hand on each shoulder. “Did I frighten you?”

“Hardly,” Byakuya replied in an instant, almost hissing. Part of him thought of stepping back, of moving away, but not the part that was controlling his body that evening. A beam of moonlight found its way to Shunsui, illuminating his unruly hair and long, well-muscled neck. The contrast of the pale light and the eye intent on his own had Byakuya fixated and he was unable to move.

“Are you cold?”

                Not anymore, an irritable Byakuya decided even as a cool breeze licked at his ankles and neck. The heat rolling off of the taller, broader Kyouraku seemed to engulf him, and despite himself, he found that he liked it.

                “No,” Byakuya declared aloud, tilting his chin up in defiance of the circumstances and the confusing signals that his nervous system was sending his way.

                “Good.”

                Before he could draw another breath, he felt the air being forced from his lungs as his back was pressed against a rough-barked fir tree. It took Byakuya a moment to gain his bearings – one minute they were standing in the middle of the road, and now-

                Now he was pinned to a tree and shuddering, again, as a lightly-calloused hand slid up his neck and into his hair.

                Damn it, was he always this fast? Byakuya tried to think, even as Shunsui rocked their hips together, making them both gasp. Perhaps I didn’t notice because I wasn’t the target…?

                He gave up on thinking entirely as Shunsui kissed him, a hot, breathless exercise that left him panting and clawing at his shoulders. The moustache tickled his nose, to be sure, but Shunsui and his damn, insistent tongue seemed to wipe both his inhibitions and any rational thought clean away. Teeth grazed his lip and he groaned, which earned an answering rumble from Kyouraku, whose hands traced down his chest and along his sides.

Byakuya closed his eyes as the hands settled on his hips, though he scrunched them shut when Shunsui lifted him up and pressed him further into the tree with his pelvis. With a groan and a mumbled curse Byakuya gave in and wrapped his legs around Kyouraku’s waist. At that Shunsui came up for air with a devious grin, fingers tightening on the Kuchiki’s bottom as he leaned in to bite Byakuya’s neck.

                “Shun-sui-!” Byakuya hissed as the biting gave way to a long, powerful suck.

                “Mmh?”

                The teeth toying with his collarbone and tugging at his kimono didn’t even pause.

                “The road,” Byakuya turned his head- with difficulty- to look at said lane, though neither one of them could see or sense anything coming.

                Shunsui paused and blinked at him before leaning in to whisper, “would you rather I had you in the middle of the woods?”

                Byakuya never got the chance to answer. Shunsui covered his mouth and took it over again as he set to work on his clothing, pushing layers of kimono up to try to reach the ties of Byakuya’s hakama. Faring a bit better, Byakuya tugged on Shunsui’s shitagi enough to loosen the left side and free the shoulder. Preoccupied as he was with the man’s beautifully defined deltoid and dark, ubiquitous body hair, it took a while for him to notice that the road was no longer in sight. The bark at his back was smoother, too, and did not catch on his kimono quite as often…which was just as well, as he found himself bared to the waist with silks bunched at his elbows.

                “Hold on,” Shunsui grumbled into his neck.

                Complying without hesitation, Byakuya half expected to end up even deeper in the woods. Instead he felt Shunsui gently unwrap his legs from his waist and settle his waraji-clad feet on the ground, one at a time. Byakuya faltered a bit as he gained a foothold on the pine-needle carpet, his hakama sliding down and hanging lopsided from his right hipbone as he righted himself. He still clung to Shunsui’s broad shoulders with one hand, but the other snaked between them and retrieved the older man’s obi. He didn’t hold on to it long- Shunsui grabbed it from him when he popped up with Byakuya’s obi clenched between his teeth.

                Their eyes met. Byakuya got the impression that there was a question implicit in the look exchanged, and that he should have had pause at the darkness that lurked deeper than the mischief and lust therein. But once again curiosity outweighed caution, and he nodded.

                Kyouraku Shunsui disappeared.

Byakuya forced himself to calm, to breathe, to hold perfectly still rather than glance about like an anxious adolescent, disheveled and half-naked in the dark woods. It was a relief when, what seemed like an eternity later, strong, sure hands pulled his arms back and tied him tightly to the tree. He waited for all movement to cease before wriggling his fingers, though Byakuya soon found he was bound too thoroughly to do much else.

In contrast to his ‘disappearance,’ Shunsui took his time to manifest before him, trailing his fingertips up Byakuya’s forearm, over the bunched fabric that constituted his evening wear, and along the pale green veins that snaked up and under his arm. He was skimming along the pectoral muscle and circling a pebbled pink nipple with his fingernail before he came to stand in front of Byakuya and lifted his chin for another possessive kiss.

Byakuya tilted his head and relaxed – what else could he do?- as Shunsui surveyed him by touch, the heat from his hands providing some comfort to the cooling skin of Byakuya’s torso. Shunsui stepped closer, pressing him flat against the tree and forcing his mouth open wider, lest their teeth collide. Rather than resist, Byakuya found himself melting into the sensation – the confinement seemed to counteract his exposure, made him acutely aware of every shifting muscle, every heartbeat radiating off of Shunsui, everything.

Perhaps that was why some unconscionable, needy noise escaped him when Shunsui moved back, tugging at Byakuya’s lower lip with his teeth. When Shunsui slid down and took his loosened hakama along to pool at his ankles, he congratulated himself on not overreacting and cracking his own head against the tree.

I’ve lost my mind.

Byakuya could do nothing but stand there and shiver as Kyouraku knelt before him with a look of dark, wicked promise. After a few expert tugs, Shunsui had his fundoshi off and completely out of view. Byakuya swallowed, his throat dry and tight. Shunsui watched, smirked, and leaned forward to take him into his mouth with a chuckle.

“Damn you,” Byakuya mouthed though no sound came forth. He scrunched his eyes shut and tugged and his wrist restraints, glad for something to struggle against, for something else to focus on. He was sure, between the adrenaline rushing through his system and the nearly-malicious suction Shunsui was plying him with, that he wouldn’t last a minute.

As if reading his thoughts, Kyouraku stilled, his lips a tight ring at the base of his cock; the way he swallowed the tip a second later was balanced by the slightest hint of teeth. Byakuya cursed – under his breath, he was fairly sure – and bit his lip as Shunsui swallowed again, then again before finally pulling back so both men could breathe.

The reprieve didn’t last. Byakuya could have sworn Shunsui was humming to himself as he lifted Byakuya’s phallus up, bestowing the occasional lazy stroke as he lapped and nibbled along his scrotum. Growing restless with the pressure building at the base of his spine, Byakuya made several efforts to shift his position, not sure if he wanted to delve in or try to get away, and succeeded only in chafing his wrists and letting his chin drop forward on to his chest.

Opening his eyes was a mistake. He looked down to see Shunsui watching him with a smug expression, even as the bastard sucked one of his balls into his mouth with a slurp. Byakuya closed his eyes again and extended his neck, not caring when his skull connected with the tree and strands of hair caught in the bark. He strained against the obi again until his fingers went numb, the pain balancing the maddening pleasure building in his groin.

The suction stopped. Byakuya held his breath as the tip of Shunsui’s tongue moved on to tickle the other testicle. He was starting to get dizzy as the tongue slowed, then retreated before what felt like his whole scrotum was enveloped in moist, sizzling heat. Byakuya gasped and tugged at his restraints, fearing the obi might snap under pressure, but pulling and struggling until his fingers tingled and his wrists throbbed. He tried holding his breath again, anything to slow the humiliating thundering of his heart in his chest.

Out of nowhere, both of his thighs were seized in a bruising grip. Byakuya exhaled, panting, trying to catch his breath and clear his head. When he calmed enough to open his eyes he was surprised to see Shunsui fixing him with a solemn, rather stern expression.

“You’re missing the point,” Shunsui intoned as he ran his hands soothingly over Byakuya’s hips and thighs.

Byakuya could only blink at him, his higher cortical functions still too frazzled to form a coherent phrase.

“Rather than simply experience pleasure,” Shunsui paused to lick him from glistening tip up to the patch of dark curls surrounding the base of his erection, “you’ve been preoccupied with distracting yourself, trying to maintain control.” Kyouraku emphasized the last two words by gripping his buttocks and letting his fingernails lightly dig in to the skin.

Shunsui stood slowly, sliding his hands up over Byakuya’s abdomen, coming to rest on his chest. The Captain Commander loomed over him, shadows cast by the overhead tree canopy obscuring most of his face. It was only then, as he strained to lift his chin to look at Kyouraku, that Byakuya realized that he was shivering, and he doubted it had anything to do with apprehension.

Shunsui grasped his trembling chin as his other hand traced seemingly random patterns over Byakuya’s chest. He brought their foreheads together, his left eye boring into Byakuya’s right. “What gave you the idea that you have any control now?”

Even as he hissed the words, Shunsui pinched his nipple, twisting it lightly between forefinger and thumb. Byakuya couldn’t breathe but his lips parted anyway; Shunsui took advantage of that, too, licking his bottom lip before delving inside. The kiss went on and on and he started to get dizzy again, perhaps from the way his tongue was being sucked, more likely because he’d given up on breathing at all. Bright flashes of white and silver light dotted his eyelids, and his fingers and toes curled with a prickling numbness as his lungs screamed for air.

Suddenly he found himself gasping, chest rising as he took one labored breath after another. Byakuya blinked, squinted and blinked again, unable to bring anything into focus; Shunsui was nothing more than a pointillistic blur of sparkles and shadows that surrounded him on all sides. The shadows then slithered over his neck and chest like a mass of glistening sea serpents, equally likely to bite as to caress.

“If it is pain that you need, you have only to ask,” husked the Shadow using Shunsui’s voice as it set its serpents to biting his nipples in earnest.

Byakuya arched his back, unable to make a sound. Another, larger snake slid and ground down against his cock, its scales scalding his inflamed skin as silk stretched over liquid fire.

It was awful, tortuous and perfect, and he was sure he couldn’t stand another second of it.

The Shadow murmured something into his neck as the snakes hissed and shifted; pleasure erupted everywhere and poured out of him, taking his strength along for the ride. Byakuya’s knees buckled, and only the serpents coiled around his wrists kept him upright, though the world turned ninety degrees and began to spin. Shadows of all sizes merged and crept up his flesh, covering his eyes and turning the world completely dark.
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