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See Me	By : orchidlover Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 5997 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: Bleach is not mine. These are Tite Kubo’s characters and I’m just borrowing them purely for fun and entertainment purposes and I’m not making any money off this!

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Pairing: Kyouraku Shunsui / Ise Nanao

Summary: Fallout after the Winter War. I always wondered why Nanao was the only fukutaicho not to be shown during the Winter War Arc with Aizen.

A/N: Thanks a thousand times to my lovely reviewers Sophia_Hyakato (thanks! So glad you’re enjoying it and hope I can keep up!), vic (it is continued! Hehehe), nanao (hehe, I guess this chapter pretty much answers your fears about Nanao doing something stupid, at least with Renji that is ;P) and BlueDragon (thanks! And hope you can get along better with how Renji speaks in this chapter).

WARNING! This is somewhat of an interlude that was unplanned but which I simply couldn’t get out of my head anymore, so if you don’t enjoy M/M, you have the choice of simply not reading it and waiting until the next chapter comes out and not have missed anything about Shunsui and Nanao’s story. For all those who do like M/M – enjoy ;D

Chapter 3: Respite

When he had gathered that Ise-san wasn’t going to come back, Renji had gone home and was now standing in his kitchen, looking into his fridge, ready for a late night snack. Quickly he gathered some ingredients and before he knew it, he had a pot of vegetable soup bubbling happily away. He took a deep breath, appreciating the fine smell, while stirring.

There was a knock on the door and with a smile he shouted, “It’s open.”

He continued to stir until he felt slender arms sliding from behind, pressing a body tightly to his back.

“Missed you today. Hope the clan meeting was boring as hell,” Renji quipped.

“It was indeed,” said Kuchiki Byakuya, leaning forward so he could smell the delicious aroma wafting from the pot.

“I just came home myself. I was hungry and just threw something together. Care for some too? It’s very light.”

Byakuya let his head rest on the taller man’s shoulder and sniffed delicately again and Renji knew he was going to have to get out a second soup bowl.

Renji switched off the heat, Byakuay still looking over his back, his arms embracing Renji’s middle, where his hands were clasped quite low, so he could feel the edgy heat of Renji’s arousal.

“I see you really did miss me,” Byakuya whispered against his ear, his hot breath doing strange things to Renji. Well, not so strange, really, as it was the usual fire that burned through him when he was alone with his taicho. It was hard sometimes, not being able to tell anyone, not being able to be open about his love for this complicated man but it was better than not having him in his life at all.

Slowly, Renji got the soup pot off the hot stove and then just waited. Waited and was rewarded when slowly, the sash of his uniform was untied and elegant fingers started sliding into the loosened space of his trousers. Renji looked down and saw and simultaneously felt Byakuya taking his tumescent cock out into the air. He groaned and pressed his ass back into the hardened crotch of his taicho, feeling the desperation that they were both feeling.

He closed his eyes and thanked all the gods that would listen for what he had. He still couldn’t believe that the two of them had found each other like this. Their relationship had always been complicated. From the very first moment he had laid eyes on Byakuya in the training hall of the Academy, his hair shining, wrapped expertly in his kenseikan, his clan garb making everyone instantly aware that this was one of their betters and Renji had had an uncontrolled urge to bow his head which he had done, feeling the oppressive spiritual pressure, while his heart beat double. Byakuya had stolen his only living family. His Rukia. At least that’s how he had felt. He had been stronger, more sophisticated, more powerful, just more. A noble, the noble, no less.

Renji still wondered at how the two of them had started their relationship, although he shouldn’t be, as there had been passion from the start between the two of them. It had been passionate hate from his side, and although Byakuya might not even have known he existed, even when he became his fukutaicho, he had made Byakuya notice when he had challenged him, trying to save Rukia. He had done the unthinkable, the improbable. He had made Byakuya acknowledge him. Had made him see him. And see him he had.

With sudden urgency, Renji turned around and kissed his taicho. Byakuya was surprised for only the slightest of moments before he opened his mouth under his fukutaicho’s assault to let his tongue meet Renji’s desperate movements.

It often was like this. From zero to sixty. From slow and lingering to hard, fast and desperate. Sometimes it was the opposite, hard and fast to slow and gentle. But not tonight. Tonight it would be fast. Renji’s abdomen quivered with need, especially as Byakuya hadn’t stopped his clever ministrations and was gripping his cock even harder.

Byakuya moved Renji slowly backward, away from the kitchen area towards where his big couch was and where the little inconspicuous little tube was hiding inside the drawer of the table. Byakuya didn’t release Renji’s stiff member and continued his up and down movements with his hand just as Renji liked it.

Carefully he had Renji fall back and he followed him down onto the floor, where they continued their heavy make-out session, their tongues and lips gliding sensuously and wetly along each other’s.

If anyone had told Byakuya just last year that he would be on the floor, kissing his fukutaicho senseless, he would have killed the person in question on the spot for such preposterous thoughts. How far they had both come. And although they still kept their relationship a secret, it was somewhat of an open secret at his estate, where it was near impossible to hide the comings and goings of his rambunctious fukutaicho from his staff, although they had tried. However, his staff was not stupid and after a while the many late night “briefings” and Renji always leaving just before dawn had been too suspicious. And then his chief of staff had inquired cautiously if his fukutaicho would stay for breakfast when one night they had actually been working late at his mansion, although with some delightfully sensual interruptions.

They had both been somewhat uncomfortable but his silently loyal staff had made sure Renji felt right at home, and when there had been the annual council meeting at the estate his staff had made every provision of keeping their liaison secret.

Still, Byakuya liked to visit Renji here, where it was just the two of them, where Renji would cook something delicious with those delectable skills of his. Who would know that Renji could cok?

On the floor, Byakuya opened Renji’s upper part of his uniform and leaned over his torso, trailing his tongue down the centre of the other man’s chest, dipping into crevices and along his muscles using Renji’s tattoos as markers while Renji moaned, his eyes closed.

Renji let one hand glide through the silky soft hair of his taicho, slowly and with sure confidence, loosening and disentangling the kenseikan with familiarity, pressing the hot, wet mouth closer to where he wanted him. Byakuya bit his side in reproof, which made Renji groan in pained pleasure, especially as Byakuya pulled down his trousers to his knees, so that he was basically exposed while still technically having all his clothes on. It was a heady feeling, as Byakuya was still fully dressed.

Baykuya loved looking at the fierce looking tattoos that covered his lover’s body, marks of victory and of a bond with his zanpakutou that was entirely unique.

Slowly he let his fingers glide along Renji’s flank and put pressure on his side so Renji turned onto his stomach, his hard length trapped between his stomach and the floor.

As Byakuya kissed down Renji’s equally tattooed back, Byakuya’s fingers wandered over to the couch table so he could get the tube of lubricant from its drawer. Renji by now was too far out of his mind with the pleasure of Byakuya’s touch to even notice the move but he certainly felt it, as Byakuya breached his anus with his clever, lubricated fingers. He clenched from surprise but relaxed quickly, knowing it would be easier if he relaxed.

Byakuya loved the feeling as Renji gave in and accepted his intrusion into his body. Loved how his muscles relaxed for Byakuya’s penetration, muscle by muscle. Byakuya could feel his member hardening even more, engorged and swollen with his desires. By the heavens, he had never felt such unadulterated pleasure as he did with Renji. With Hisana, bless her soul, he had always had to be so very careful, since she had been so fragile. He had needed her fragility though, had needed to be strong for her and for him, had needed to feel the pure simple pleasures he had found with Hisana. Had needed to stand up to his clan, to his family. To grow, to become the man he now was. It had changed him.

It was such a stark contrast to how he felt with Renji. Sometimes it felt as if he had a wild animal in his bed, other times, a contemplative man. There were many facets to his lover, many still unexplored and he looked forward to learning every single one of them. Strange to think Hisana and Renji had hailed from the same district as they were so different.

As he scissored his two fingers in Renji’s ass, he felt the labouring breath of his lover, felt the tension in the other’s body and knew he could not make Renji wait much longer.

The wet noise his fingers made as he prepared Renji for his member stopped and slowly disengaged from Renji’s body as the other man whimpered. Slowly, Byakuya got Renji onto his knees as it would be easier to take him in this position. Renji quivered and Byakuya could see how Renji’s shiny wet hole pulsed in preparation, how the lubricant clung to skin and he simply couldn’t wait any longer. Without even divesting either of them properly of a single piece of clothing, Byakuya opened his sash and pulled down his hakama, just so his hard as steel member was finally freed, and then he leaned forward, one hand balanced on Renji’s hip, the other guiding his member to its destination.

Renji breathed harshly as he felt Byakuya nudge at his asshole, felt his hole stretch for the other man’s hard cock. Felt his muscles clench tightly around the intruder and he couldn’t do a single thing to relax as he was forced open to accept Byakuya’s steely length. He had once overheard a Shinigami bitch about his taicho in a bar, saying Byakuya was probably such an icy princess because his dick was so small but Renji couldn’t give any credit to that stupidity as he felt himself being stretched nearly beyond his endurance. Had been surprised that first night they had been together. That night that had irrevocably changed it all with such violence and desperation, when both had come away sore and hurting in equal measures and in equal places.

Byakuya felt and heard Renji’s gasp as it shuddered through his body but he didn’t stop until he was completely ensconced inside Renji’s body so deeply, he knew his fukutaicho felt him to the bottom of his soul, and Renji cried out helplessly.

He let Renji adjust for but a moment until he pulled back again to the shuddered agreement of his lover. When he returned again, he did it faster, bumping that one place sure to make his fukutaicho incoherent. He went faster as Renji’s ass contracted around his manhood, feeling the bliss and purgatory of the friction.

It was quick, hard, dirty and intense and Byakuya loved every moment of it. So much he soon couldn’t control himself anymore and fucked Renji relentlessly before he spilled his seed into the welcoming channel of his lover.

Byakuya needed a moment to collect himself and then slowly pulled out, hearing Renji groan at the pop of release and knew that Renji hadn’t finished yet.

Carefully, he turned the other man around and leaned over his erect manhood, so red and swollen from unsatisfied need. Slowly the noble locked his mouth to the weeping tip.

Renji cried out in overstimulation. He was in heaven and hell, all at the same time. He couldn’t think anymore. Couldn’t clearly see anymore. He felt his sore ass pulsing, leaking Byakuya’s seed and felt the amazing expertise of his Byakuya licking and sucking on his cock.

He had been so close when Byakuya had spilled inside him, had nearly spilled when he had felt Byakuya’s seed rush his channel but he hadn’t. Just. His hips moved in rhythm against Byakuya’s talented mouth and Byakuya seemingly didn’t mind as he took him even deeper.

Renji had been so near the edge it didn’t take him long to plunge over. He came with a scream, losing all motor-function, his arm connected to something and he heard a splintering noise but he couldn’t care less. Until his front door was thrown open.

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