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First Captain's Club	By : PrplGrl Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3033 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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First Captain’s Club

A small grunt left Byakuya, half in shock and half in pain as he was shoved roughly against the wall behind him, surprisingly strong hands pinning his shoulders. Slightly wide blue eyes gazed at the older man and he could feel more heat rush to his face.

Ukitake’s expression seemed to be far too smug; considering he was drunk and his beautiful brown orbs were glazed over from the alcohol. However, the longer the Kuchiki stared the more he noticed tiny flickers within that gaze, but it was something he couldn’t really pinpoint.

The older man leaned in close, teasing Byakuya’s flesh further by just barely grazing their lips together. Immediate shocks of pure electricity shot through the sixth captain’s body; never had he thought his dreams from long ago would come to fruition…. Still, he wasn’t that horny teenager anymore; he was a man who tried to live by the rules and ignored his childish desires. In remembering such, Byakuya tried to lean his head back, away from the older captain; if anything, he would never take advantage of another person in this condition.

Unfortunately, his head only moved back an inch before lightly tapping against the wall behind him. The movement didn’t go unnoticed by his captor, however.

Jyushiro’s lips curled up just a bit more, gently rubbing his nose along the younger man’s in an attempt to be soothing. Kuchiki wasn’t so sure it was working. “It’s okay, Byakuya-kun,” Ukitake whispered softly. “Just a simple kiss; it’s all right to kiss me.”

The younger man’s heart was pounding madly within his chest as a few shaky breaths left him. He stared hard into the thirteenth captain’s eyes, but found no trick. His mind supplied that if it turned out bad, he could always blame this on the sakè…. ‘Famous last words,’ a tiny voice whispered. Yet, why was his neck bending ever-so-slightly toward the older man? Byakuya’s eyes slipped closed as his lips softly, tentatively, touched those of the older captain.

A small noise of contentment left… well, it had to be Ukitake who made it. No matter the situation, a Kuchiki’s pride would never allow them to make such a needy sound. He did, however, lean into the kiss when one of Jyushiro’s arms slid over his shoulder to wrap around his neck, the other hand dropping to gently rub along his side.

Byakuya raised his slightly shaking hands to carefully wrap around the older man’s waist, pulling him closer against his body. The lips pressed on his own were very soft and warm; much more inviting than the younger captain had ever imagined. He was surprised with himself as they remained locked like that, simply lips upon lips. Byakuya supposed that maybe a tongue might emerge, a shiver running down his spine at the thought, but this was also nice.

It seemed to be an eternity before they parted. Kuchiki didn’t even get the chance to see any kind of rejection within the older man’s eyes. Jyushiro dropped his head to gently rest on the younger man’s shoulder, a pleased sigh leaving him.

“I like your kisses, Byakuya-kun,” he whispered, body going just the tiniest bit limp along the sixth captain’s.

The Kuchiki thought the other had gone to sleep, but quickly cleared his throat once he remembered that they were in an alleyway and completely out in the open. Demanding the flush on his cheeks to disperse, the younger man was able to awaken his sempai enough to get him into the Kuchiki Manor without much of a fuss. The guards stationed everywhere were a bit curious, but one look from the clan leader had any questions they were about to ask forbidden from their lips.

Being the gentlemen he had been raised to be, and remembering the little rule to respect one’s elders, Byakuya carefully dressed Ukitake in one of his own sleeping robes and placed him in his futon. It was a beautiful night anyway; sleeping under the stars wouldn’t be so bad, even though the manor had plenty of sleeping quarters. He never liked any of them. The clan leader either wanted his bed or the nice, flush grass in the courtyard.

He gave one look to the already sleeping captain before quietly getting up from his kneeling position. Byakuya bowed respectively, whispering, “Good night, Ukitake-san.” He turned to head for the door and leave the other to rest.

Kuchiki’s movements were halted, however, as a warm hand grabbed onto his wrist tightly. He looked over his shoulder to see the thirteenth captain sitting up on the futon, head bowed to hide his eyes behind silvery tresses. “Ukitake-san?” the younger man asked softly, turning to face him and raising a delicate eyebrow.

“Please,” Jyushiro said quietly, voice just a bit shaky. “Please Byakuya-kun… don’t leave. Stay… if only for tonight. I… I won’t be able to sleep by myself. Please,” he raised his head to let the Kuchiki see his tear-filled auburn eyes, pleading silently to his light blue orbs, “stay.”

Byakuya couldn’t stop the small smile spreading his lips. “All right, Ukitake-san.” The older man seemed slightly comforted as he dropped his hand from the clan leader’s wrist. Byakuya quickly got ready for bed, not being able to help the spark of pain and nostalgia that came with hearing the request. He had felt the same… after Hisana had passed….

Dressing in another of his sleeping robes, the Kuchiki carefully lied down beneath the covers beside the older man, his sadness and hurt being held back by his pride. His eyes widened in surprise once again as Ukitake scooted himself over to place his head upon the sixth captain’s shoulder, one hand coming up to rest softly upon his chest.

“Thank you… Byakuya-kun,” Jyushiro whispered before quickly falling into slumber.

Kuchiki swallowed hard at the warmth along his body and brought a tentative arm up to wrap around the older man’s shoulders, holding him close. It had been quite a long time since he’d shared his bed like this with anybody….

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Byakuya glared angrily at the paperwork upon his desk, hoping to will itself to be finished by his icy blue eyes alone. He hadn’t been able to concentrate properly since he entered the office that morning, having been woken up by an all too familiar sight.

Not since his marriage with Hisana had he been woken up by deep hacking and coughing. At first, his mind had processed that it was his past wife who was causing such a noise, before his eyes finally adjusted upon the thirteenth captain on the other side of the bed. The younger man had immediately found himself kneeling beside his sempai as he continued to cough heavily, long silver locks draping beautifully over his shoulders.

Ukitake had tried to smile once he noticed the clan leader to be awake, but it merely led to more coughing and Byakuya found himself extremely worried as the other’s cheeks flushed and he realized the heat radiating off the thirteenth captain. He knew Ukitake had contracted a fever and insisted on contacting Unohara Retsu-taicho to come to his aid, which the older man had abruptly refused, claiming it wasn’t that bad. That is, until another fit caused blood to spill from his soft lips.

The gentle female captain of the fourth division had come quickly and lightly scolded both men for drinking, especially Jyushiro for getting pretty drunk before stopping, and instructed the white-haired man to take the day to rest. Byakuya was the first to make sure that the ill captain would stay put in the manor, before Unohara-taicho had the chance to say that the thirteenth captain shouldn’t be moved. She gave the young Kuchiki leader a very soft and, if Byakuya didn’t know any better, a knowing smile before departing from the mansion to return to the fourth’s barracks.

‘There’s nothing to know!’ the sixth captain’s mind shouted, eyes still glaring at the paperwork. ‘It was just a damn kiss, nothing more!’

“A kiss, Kuchiki-taicho?”

Byakuya’s eyes shot to the door of his office to see his vice captain standing in the doorway, one tattooed eyebrow raised on his brow. His scowl intensified; he hadn’t meant to say that aloud. “Never mind, Renji,” he muttered, placing a hand over his tired orbs. Maybe that was it; exhaustion was probably making him not able to focus probably.

“Are you all right, taicho?” the red head asked, stepping further into the office. “You don’t look so good.”

Kuchiki sighed heavily, silently wishing his fukutaicho would go away. “I didn’t sleep very well,” he admitted, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Ooooh, I got ya,” Renji commented.

The tired captain looked at his second seat with a questioning gaze as the red head gave him a knowing leer; a shit-eating grin on his lips and sparkle in his eyes as he leaned on the desk with one hand upon the surface. “Adding that together with that ‘kiss’ comment,” he started, tone sounding superior, “I can guess that you’re having some women problems, right? You were able to get a girl to kiss you, but she wouldn’t go all the way, leaving you sexually frustrated and thus sleepless. I can totally understand that, Kuchiki-taicho.”

Byakuya scowled threateningly before immediately standing from his chair, making the vice captain flinch back in surprise.

“Uh… taicho?”

“My sexual life is none of your concern, Abarai-fukutaicho!” the captain snapped, trying to remain calm as he walked around his desk and headed for the door. “And for making that comment I’ll let you finish the remainder of my paperwork.”

Renji was staring at him with wide eyes. “B-b-but… Kuchiki-taicho! Where are you going?!”

“Home; I am obviously not in any condition to work today. Those papers had better be completed by the time I get in tomorrow.” With that said, Byakuya left the office, clearly hearing the loud curses his vice captain shouted as he made his way out of the barracks for the sixth division.

Kuchiki took quick steps as he walked back to the manor, although he avoided using shunpo. For some reason, he didn’t want to seem overeager when he returned. His mind also reminded him that he was probably too tired to use it properly anyway.

He had gotten very little sleep the night before; it had been many years since there was a warm, comforting body pressed so willingly against his own as he slept. It wasn’t detestable by any means, but a part of him didn’t want to fall into slumber. That part feared waking up to find it wasn’t real and the whole evening had been nothing but a teasing dream. So he remained wide awake, staring at the ceiling above him, mind drifting back to times with Hisana. It was true that she did not return the love he felt for her, but she still cuddled up against him at night, continually thanking him in her sleep.

How he missed her….

When his relationship with Kenpachi started, it was mostly by accident. They had simply been arguing and threatening each other to a fight, which somehow led to Byakuya sprawled out beneath the larger man, both naked and starting a new fight of dominance. At first, they had sworn never to do that again but… several more times the same thing happened, until Byakuya had unknowingly grown accustomed to their “battles”.

Every time Zaraki would come across the clan leader, Byakuya could see a special sparkle in his eye as he grinned widely. That tiny flash always sent an excited tremor through his body; sex with Zaraki Kenpachi was certainly not boring. Even though he could be extremely rough, the eleventh division captain still made sure not to seriously hurt Byakuya as he would hold him down and penetrate his sizable erection into him. Kuchiki loved it and greatly enjoyed coming back for more.

Then Aizen Sousuke betrayed Soul Society, Rukia had nearly been killed, and Kurosaki Ichigo had broken into the Seireitei with his friends. Those events had put a sudden halt to any kind of relationship Byakuya may have had with Zaraki. Not long after he recovered from his wounds, Kuchiki came across the eleventh captain.

He remembered Kenpachi not even looking his way; Kurosaki’s spirit energy spiked for whatever reason (Byakuya wasn’t even sure why he was there again) and the taller man’s eyes darted off to gaze in that direction. Kuchiki did wonder a moment why he could always sense the substitute shinigami but that thought was quickly washed away when he noticed the look on the other’s face.

Zaraki was grinning widely and a familiar sparkle shined within his orbs. The eleventh division captain ran off quickly after that.

Byakuya hadn’t felt such pain since Hisana had died, but he kept it hidden. No one knew of the relationship he’d been having with the fighting-crazed shinigami and he wasn’t about to give it away by becoming depressed suddenly. Ukitake had been the very first and only person he told.

He sighed heavily as he entered the Kuchiki Manor, ignoring the bows and surprised greetings he received and hurried to his bedroom. The sixth division captain found one of the servants kneeling beside the futon, which held a sleeping Ukitake Jyushiro, a wet cloth upon his forehead and a small bucket of water sitting peacefully beside the covers.

The servant made a small noise, seeing the clan leader enter at this time of day, quickly standing and bowing respectively. Byakuya dismissed her, saying that he would watch over the captain for the rest of the day. She left without hesitation, shutting the door behind her and almost encasing them in complete darkness.

Byakuya scowled; the windows had not been opened, the shades hiding the warm sunlight from the room. He quietly made his way to the shutters and parted them, brightening up the space around him and letting in a small gust of fresh air. Turning back to the sleeping man, Kuchiki took his Senbonzakura from his hip and gently set it down beside him as he kneeled on a cushion beside the bed.

Sunlight poured in from the window to cascade over his back and lie upon the cream colored comforter Ukitake was tucked with. Byakuya’s eyes drifted over the older man’s face; his cheeks were still flushed and the rest of his face seemed paler than normal. His chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, although at times it sounded a bit labored. Byakuya reached over his sempai and grabbed the bucket of water on the other side, placing it beside his zanpakuto and dipping a fresh towel into the cool liquid before removing the warmed towel on Ukitake’s forehead and replacing it with the fresh one.

The scene before him was not a pleasant one; memories of Hisana kept resurfacing within Byakuya’s mind. How many days had he spent like this, kneeling at her bedside as she wasted away before his very eyes? He didn’t have any power to stop the illness from taking his wife then, and he certainly did not have the power to relieve the thirteenth captain of the sickness he’d been battling for ages. It was such a helpless feeling.

Kuchiki’s hands balled into fists upon his lap as he averted his gaze. He felt the same as he did all those years ago, watching someone he cared for suffer. Why couldn’t he do anything?! He felt useless, unnecessary as tears stung his eyes. Byakuya feared that he was destined for the rest of his life to not be able to help anybody and merely watch from the sidelines as a few small drops of moisture fell passed his lashes.

His whole body tensed as a warm hand covered his one of his own. Light blue eyes slowly trailed up Ukitake’s arm to his smiling face as he leaned on his side to reach the younger captain. “I’m okay, Byakuya-kun,” he said quietly, voice slightly hoarse. “Please, don’t worry and… I appreciate the tears.”

Byakuya blinked a moment before nodding and wiping the wetness from his face. It was very odd, not feeling embarrassed or flustered at being caught crying. He was supposed to be the leader of the most prestigious clan in all of Soul Society, captain of the sixth division from the Gotei Thirteen, and someone who is both should never shed a tear. ‘What is it about this man?’ Byakuya wondered as the white-haired captain settled himself back under the comforter. ‘Why do I feel so comfortable around him? What makes him so… likable?’

~~~~~

The next day had the sixth division captain focusing a lot better. Ukitake went to his own living quarters in the evening the previous day, with a lot of thanks to the Kuchiki leader and Byakuya was able to sleep through the night, even though he missed the warmth beside him.

Renji was still mad at him, but at least that kept the unnecessary comments at bay. By all means, the day was actually turning out to be very good for the dark-haired man. He went through his paperwork at a steady pace and was at the last of it just as the sun started setting behind the horizon.

Knock, knock!

Byakuya’s eyes rose from his desk at the noise from the closed door; he’d already sent his second seat home once he was completely sick of his grumbling. “Enter,” he commanded evenly.

The door slid open to reveal a smiling Ukitake Jyushiro. “Good evening, Kuchiki-taicho,” he said in a cheerful tone as he entered the office. “How are you doing today?”

The younger captain couldn’t stop the small smirk that stretched his lips at seeing the other man. “I would ask the same of you, Ukitake-taicho.”

Jyushiro chuckled. “I really wish you wouldn’t worry about me so much, taicho. It’s a bit embarrassing to have someone younger than me fussing over me.”

“My apologies, Ukitake-taicho, it was not my intent to make you feel that way.”

“Oh, no, no,” the older man said, waving his hand in the air, “there is no need to apologize.”

“Is there something I can do for you, Ukitake-taicho?” Byakuya asked, dipping his brush in ink and proceeded to sign his name at the bottom of a report.

“Actually, I came to ask you something,” Jyushiro responded, waiting for the younger man to finish writing and look at him before continuing. “I was wondering; if you aren’t busy, would you like to go to the hot springs with me?”

A very faint blush touched Byakuya’s cheeks and he looked away, trying to get it to go away; ‘how can this man fluster me so easily?’ “The host springs, Ukitake-taicho?”

“Yes, I was hoping that we could bathe together.”

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