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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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Characters:
Kuchiki Byakuya x Abarai Renji from Bleach

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

Rating: Mature. Limes, angst, very
light B&D

Warnings: Yaoi,
slash, (which means guy x guy), adult themes

Chapter summary: Renji gets yet
another surprise. Why is Byakuya being so nice? Or is he? Things start to get
hot and heavy between Bya and Renji. And are they
ever going to understand each other?

Dedicated: To
Marissa-chan for giving me the original idea for this
story� based on a spankin�.

A/N: Notes to my wonderful reviewers at the bottom. And
there, is a fabulous drawing that goes with this story that can be found at my
LJ site. Info at the bottom of the page as well.

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Renji
might have hesitated, had he seen the sadistic smirk that contorted
Byakuya�s tragic �death mask� into a grotesque semblance of comedy. Then again,
Renji would probably sacrifice a finger or two just to see an honest expression
(any expression) on Kuchiki taichou�s atrophied features.

�Fool,� Byakuya thought as he spun around, catching his fiery
fukutaichou in mid-pounce. He latched on to the redhead�s tattooed forearm and
thick bicep, whirling them both around until it was Renji that slammed into the
unforgiving edge of the heirloom desk.

Renji didn�t have time to think. When he clasped the edge of the desk
for purchase, steely fingers immediately wrapped around his wrists like
handcuffs. He arched reflexively, propelling himself forward into Byakuya�s
rigid embrace.

The imperious scion leaned into his captive�s broad chest, gently
rubbing his smooth, ivory cheek against the heated muscles in Renji�s neck. The
redhead stiffened and shrunk back unconsciously from this unexpected caress.

�Gods�� Renji thought, as the kenseikan scraped gently against his
throat. �Just breathe�kuso�breathe!� Whatever he�d expected taichou to do�it
wasn�t this�.

Abarai Renji always acted on instinct and impulse. He�d survived this
long by listening to his gut�the consequences be damned. But just then his gut
was a boiling cauldron of confusion, longing, apprehension, and innate defiance.

He squeezed his eyes shut and bit down hard on his lower lip with enough
force to draw blood as silky strands of onyx hair and soft, teasing breaths
tickled the cords of his neck.

�Dammit,� he thought, as he tried to breathe just a bit deeper�anything
to temper his frenzied heart. �Isn�t this what I wanted? Then why�why don�t it
feel right?� He�d faced Kuchiki taichou in battle with the strength and
determination of a seasoned warrior, but now�here�. A sour jolt of
adrenalin-fueled nausea caused him to nearly gag.

As if in answer, the great noble nuzzled his beautiful face into the
pliant muscle just above the redhead�s collarbone and inhaled
deeply�once�twice�.

�Kami�bet he can smell my fear.� With that thought, Renji imagined his
frantic, traitorous heart finally pounding itself out of his ribcage�only to
twitch and flop about pitifully; smearing sticky, tainted blood all over
taichou�s pristine hardwood floor.

The jaded, streetwise part of Renji screamed that this ill-gotten moment of affection
was nothing more than a trap. The ever-buoyant part of him countered that the
guarded noble needed these �games� to justify such physical
contact.

The iron grip on Renji�s wrists tightened.

�Renji�.� The noble�s voice was impossibly deep and slow. So there was a
different Byakuya behind the marble death mask.� A very seductive Byakuya�

Renji didn�t know what to do with the Kuchiki taichou who was ghosting
the tip of his aristocratic nose up Renji�s neck until his cruel lips were just
under the redhead�s fleshy earlobe.

�Mmmm.� Byakuya leaned into his subordinate; his warm breath
instantly reinvigorating Renji�s arousal.

�Gahh!� Renji somehow managed to choke and gasp. He tried
not to flinch as those pale, beautiful lips �Mmmm�ed� seductively
against the fevered pulse point just below his ear.

�Shit�What now??� It wasn�t that the tattooed firebrand was a virgin�far
from it. Renji was quite the experienced lover. It�s just that this was no
ordinary partner. This was him, Kuchiki Byakuya. Taichou. The man who
meant everything to Renji.

Though Renji had been fantasizing about him for decades, reconciling the
Kuchiki kami he�d placed on an unreachable ivory pedestal with the man who
seemed to be breathing in his very essence was proving to be quite
difficult.

A playful smack on the ass was one thing�. The brawny fukutaichou
wouldn�t have missed a beat if the Kuchiki had tried to smack him back. The
former Rukongai ruffian was no stranger to manly feats of strength and
testosterone-fueled skirmishes that evolved (or dissolved) into hot, sweaty,
super-charged sex.

But Byakuya was being so intimate and gentle, which was�strange�even a
bit suspicious. His reiatsu felt nice, which was an odd way to describe
anything having to do with aloof noble.

And while he wouldn�t say the fierce grip on his wrists was comfortable,
Renji knew full well that Byakuya could squeeze much, much harder. Taichou�s
soft caresses and barely-there kisses were scaring him shitless, making him
nervous, confused, hesitant, distrustful, timid and a host of other things that
were so not Abarai Renji.

He likened the feeling to the time that jackass Kurosaki Isshin decided
it would be fun to teach Ichigo, Rukia, and him how
to drive�all in one car, all in one day.

Ichigo had scowled and stormed off after the first hour. Rukia had focused too much on her passengers; she almost
rear-ended another car while fussing over Ichigo�s seatbelt. (Plus she was a
horrible backseat driver�)

And Renji had continually flooded the engine; dousing it in fuel until
it coughed, sputtered, and stalled.

Likewise, his brain was sputtering and his body had nearly stalled. He�d
just managed to hold his reiatsu in like a frickin� champ, and now it was just
gushing out all over the place. He needed to take a deep breath and calm the
fuck down.

�Renji�.� Byakuya leaned even closer. The redhead�s brain spun out of
control as he felt those exquisite lips twist into something that might
just�be�a�smile?

�Kuso! Those are his lips? Gods, the feel of those
lips. Unhh�. What�what should I do? I want this? (YES) And he wants this? (
Damn, I dunno know what he wants�.) Gods� But why? Why now? (No. Don�t trust.)
My name. He said my name. Again. My name. Answer him? Yes�. Just
breathe�.�



�Ha-hai, taichou,� Renji finally answered, surprised to hear his voice crack
and recede to a shaky whisper after the first syllable.

Byakuya reacted immediately. His delicate lips parted into something
that could honestly be construed as a small smile. His right hand released its
death grip on the fukutaichou�s wrist in favor of the man�s meaty hip.

With one quick movement, Renji was perched on the very edge of the desk
with Byakuya�s lean body in between his quivering legs. Renji�s body responded
in turn. His heels snaked around taichou�s tight calves, pulling the smaller
man closer.

The young shinigami suddenly felt a little bit better. At least he�d
done something.

�Mmmm, Renji�.� This time, the deep, resonant voice sounded mildly
amused. A pink, pointed tongue darted out to tease the tender earlobe, followed
by the lightest grazing of sharp, ivory teeth. A beguiling reiatsu was slowly
ghosting down his body from head to foot.

Renji�s breath was now coming in short, ragged gasps. The vice-like grip
that had trapped his left wrist and hip now wandered into his thick mane of
hair.

Renji guessed what was coming next. The hand would grip his hair and
jerk his head back mercilessly, exposing the lifeblood that pumped frantically
through his jugular and effectively claim him as the uke.

The streetwise shinigami didn�t notice the feral hiss that escaped his
lips, nor did he notice how his neck and shoulders instinctively tensed against
the claim that never came.

Instead of pulling and demanding, Byakuya�s elegant fingers simply
combed through the sweaty, scarlet mess of hair. The fingers were far from
gentle; yet, neither were they unnecessarily harsh. After four or five long
strokes, a smooth, cool thumb came to rest against his temple.

Against his better judgment�or, rather, against the warning still
percolating in his gut�Renji leaned into the caress.

Instead of yanking backwards, the long fingers grasped a fistful of
blood-red hair and pulled the young shinigami even closer, so that their bodies
were nearly flush against each other.

Byakuya pulled his lips away from the tattooed neck, but maintained his
proximity to the fukutaichou�s sensitive ear.

Somehow, Renji already knew that the ice-lord�s soft, barely-there smile
had contorted to a haughty sneer.

�Abarai fukutaichou�� The voice was low, gravely, and cynical. It
sounded sexy, though Renji honestly couldn�t tell if the Kuchiki was growling
or laughing at him.

�Over the years, I have become accustomed to you kissing my ass. Now,
you seem quite insistent on spanking it. I dare say that I�m hard
pressed to decide which displeases me more.�

To emphasize his point, Byakuya tugged on the thick red hair and rolled his
hips forward.

�Ooh-ahhh.� Renji couldn�t stifle a throaty moan as something very
hard pressed against his neglected arousal.

�Wait�� he wondered, all but panting as he eagerly tried to return the favor.
�Did taichou jus� make an�nnggh!...innuendo?! Hard pressed. Ha.
That was unexpected.�

Truth be told, the Kuchiki�s cheeky innuendo was nothing compared to the
blissful jolts of needy, hungry pleasure that coursed through Renji�s body as
his taichou�s graceful hips brought their arousals together in what could only
be described as an erotic dance. Now that was unexpected.

Byakuya continued to do the bulk of the grinding, though he didn�t seem
to mind. Nor, really, did Renji. As it was, he couldn�t move freely with the
sharp edge of the desk digging into his rear. His hands remained at his sides,
not having moved since Kuchiki taichou threw him against the desk. Though he
yearned to get his hands on the aristocrat�s sweet, supple ass, Renji figured
it was best to stay put.

Plus, it was taking a considerable amount of energy not to moan like a
cat demon in heat. The way the normally cold, stoic, reserved, aloof, prissy
and proper noble was gliding and grinding on his body was just
un-fucking-believable.

Who knew that standard shinigami hakamas were
tailor made for this sort of thing? The loose, thin material provided a
delicious amount of friction.

Renji could feel an intense heat coming through the hakama
from the core of taichou�s manhood. His member felt long and was so damn
hard. Ridiculously hard. A veritable pillar of strength, just like the man
it belonged to.

Renji had already given the Kuchiki heir's length a nickname. He called it
"the ivory tower."

"Shoulda known that everything about that man
would be hard, serious, and ready for action," the plucky redhead chuckled
to himself as he worried his bottom lip with his teeth to keep from moaning.

For years...no, decades...Renji had been thinking long and hard (usually when
he was alone) about the relative length and heft of his taichou's other,
smaller, more personal sword.

Now, he had a pretty good idea of the Kuchiki's basic form and would be
able to equip his fantasties likewise.

Wait. Fantasies?

Fuck that.

Renji's fantasy was here, now, in the flesh, in Renji's arms.... Sort
of.

Well right then, anyway, Renji's pale-skinned, dark-haired fantasy snapped his
hips forward like a cracking whip...again and again and again...until the
redhead's knees threatened to give out.

If this is what happened when Kuchiki taichou got spanked, Renji could imagine
how he would react to having his hair pulled. The enigmatic aristocrat didn�t
seem opposed to hot wax, either�.

For whatever reason, be it possessiveness, dominance, insecurity, or
some social awkwardness known only to those of grand status and enormous
wealth, Byakuya maintained his crushing grip on the tattooed shinigami�even
though they both knew the younger man wasn�t going anywhere.

After �shhh�ing� Renji three times, Byakuya released the fistful of
crimson hair (making a mental note of how much the brute liked having his hair
pulled) in favor of wrapping his fingers around the fukutaichou�s bulging
forearm. His left hand moved to Renji�s right hip, strong fingers kneading the
muscular curve of his ass.

While Renji had been struggling to stifle his moans (they were, after
all, in Byakuya�s office�) and keep his reiatsu from spiking out of control,
Sixth division�s elegant leader had been daintily licking his fukutaichou�s
sweaty sternum, breathy little pants escaping frequently from his lips.

After shifting his grip, Byakuya turned his head and practically melted
into Renji�s body. The noble�s left cheek was flat against Renji�s heaving
chest, the new position somehow allowing his movements to become more intimate,
fluid, and sensual.

Words alone could not describe how good it felt to Renji. �The way he
moves�. It f-feels so�. Unggh! Oh Gods�It�s like�l-like a dance�. Like
we�re dancing�.�

�Nnggh! Damn, taichou!�

�Shssshh�.�

��G-gomen�.�

��..�

Had he been with anyone other than the Kuchiki heir, the ballsy redhead would
have had every piece of clothing on the floor in a matter of seconds. Yet here
they were, completely dressed, touching each other in a way that was more
chaste than lewd�if one considers what two men can do sans clothing. And
it felt incredible. This was, without a doubt, the most erotic thing
Renji had ever done with his clothes on. Fuck�it was one of the most erotic
things he�d done, ever.

Only Kuchiki Byakuya could turn a frenetic bought of dry humping into a
passionate pas de deux.

Renji suddenly felt guilty for not doing more to return the incredible
friction. He wasn�t used to playing such a passive role and he didn�t want to
come off as a selfish or unskilled lover�.e H

Which, he knew, was stupid to even think about, because this man was not
his lover.

This man, whose beautiful, lithe body was molded so perfectly to his,
was not his lover. The sinuous hips that slithered over his
body�teasing�stroking�bringing the two aching arousals together for a final
dance of passion�. These hips were not his lover�s; nor was the hard, hot
length arching proudly between them.

This man, with the so-soft skin and silky black hair�this man, whose
very presence made Renji�s strong legs quiver with need�was not, and would
never be, his lover.

When Renji tried to rest his chin on the soft head of hair, he�d
encountered the cold, hard truth of the kenseikan. The magnitude of the metal
hairpiece was a sobering reminder that the sexy creature nestled between his
legs was a far cry from his easy shinigami lovers and dirty Rukongai flings.

This man was the Kuchiki heir, and, more importantly, greatest leader in
the clan�s long history. This man was the essence of nobility, the embodiment
of grace, poise, and elegance. The way he talked�the way he moved�the flawless
marble features that must have been carved by the gods themselves�. He was, in
Renji�s mind, a superior being.

But that wasn�t why Renji revered this man�why his life�s goal, the
driving force that kept him going, was to someday reach him�really reach
him�and then surpass him.

This man was the ultimate shinigami. Renji knew that if he ever beat
this man, it would be through sheer force of energy and brute strength, not
skill or spirit energy or swordsmanship. The man was power. Effortless power.
Complete power.

This man. Kuchiki Byakuya. Sixth division�s taichou. His
taichou.

The man here�. Moving like that�. Over his skin�. Stroking him�. Between
his legs�. Against his cock�

�Gods, taichou�� he breathed.

He was about to come. Hard.

Renji desperately wanted to move his free hand over to Byakuya�s hip or
bury it in the long, ebony locks that smelled of vanilla and sandalwood.
Touching his taichou in return�even if it meant just holding a bit of his
haori�would be enough to push Renji over the edge.

The moment Renji started peel his fingers off the edge of the desk,
Byakuya rolled his agile hips back and stepped neatly away from the gasping
shinigami. He even relinquished his grip on the younger man.

Renji choked out a noise that began as an aggravated growl-meets-groan
and ended as a needy whimper. That exquisite feeling of bliss�. He�d been mere
seconds away from what was sure to be one of those Top 10 Orgasms of all time

�No! But�w-why, taichou? What�s wrong?� Renji�s voice hitched as his
body reeled from the abrupt loss of touch, warmth, and pleasure. �Why did you
pull away? I was s-so close.�

�Obviously,� the other answered. His voice was calm and just a touch
bored and his reiatsu was carefully neutral. Renji recognized the subtle look
of amusement on an otherwise serene face as an expression the Kuchiki reserved
just for him.

�But why? It was so damn good�.� Renji hated being confused. He
reached out, desperate to have Byakuya pressing into him again. He already
missed the feel of those steely fingers on his wrists, hip, and hair, not to
mention the way his whole body was starting to shake from the loss of those
magic hips and the wicked length between them.

Byakuya grabbed Renji�s wrist, bending it sharply and pressing down hard
on the joint. It hurt.

�Don�t,� was all the imperious aristocrat said, referring to the
physical action as well as the questioning tendrils of reiatsu Renji had
directed his way. The Kuchiki�s lips pursed into a hard, thin line as he
returned Renji�s hand to the edge of the desk.

The young shinigami averted his gaze. He didn�t want to look at
taichou�s eyes just then, afraid they�d already be covered in ice.

In an instant, Byakuya had shifted from man-in-the-throes-of-passion to
pissy, proper ice-price. His hair was a bit mussed and his skin held a healthy
glow, but there was nothing that alluded to the carnal pleasures the men had
been enjoying just moments before.

Regardless of what the great and powerful Kuchiki heir might say now,
Renji had felt the man�s arousal continue to harden�almost to the point of no
return. Some harder friction and faster, snappier movements had spurred Renji
on, but also told him that Byakuya was not far behind.

So then what the fuck happened?

Renji looked down as his hand was placed at the edge of the desk. It
looked dirty and uncouth under the noble�s pristine porcelain skin.

�Oh,� Renji thought. �Maybe that�s it. He didn�t want to dirty himself with me.
Didn�t want the shame of sharin� somethin� like that with someone like
me.�

The redhead gripped the desk obediently, allowing curtains of crimson
hair to cover his face and hide his own shame. Now there was a toxic throbbing
in his heart to match the pain that pulsed through the core of his manhood as
his erection slowly surrendered.

He knew Kuchiki taichou was standing near him, as if waiting for the
younger man to do or say something, but it took a moment for him to register
the cool hand that was still on his wrist.

Renji kept his eyes trained on the floor. �What happened, taichou? Why
did ya stop? Was it...'cause of me?� His heart sank a
bit more when the elegant fingers left his wrist.

Byakuya signed. �Yes,� he said simply, �It was because of you.�

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Samalexa-- Hmmm, they might do
some more ass smackin�. Or, they might get into some
other things. And who knows, they might just fall in love.

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