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Penumbra, Chapter Three

The forest was surprisingly quiet. Byakuya expected the creak of tall trees shifting in the wind, the rustle of the occasional nocturnal creature flitting through the canopy, or even the comforting chorus of crickets that would fill the nights with their songs until the fall. The only sounds to greet him as he woke, however, were the gentle trickle of water over rocks and the syncopated cracks and pops emanating out of a fire nearby.

                Fire?

                Rather than open his eyes and move from his current, quite comfortable position, he stretched out with his senses to try to gain his bearings. The surface on which he lay was a real bed, not a lumpy layer of pine needles on the cold ground. He seemed to be clothed…or at least covered and acceptably warm. There were two light sources that he could discern through the thin veil of his eyelids; one from the mystery fire, low and off to his left somewhere, and another, a smaller flickering beacon over his right shoulder.

                It was the mix of scents in the space, though, that captured his attention. Byakuya lay motionless as he tried to tease out the olfactory clues permeating the area.

                Incense.

                Parchment.

                Freshly mixed ink.

                Roses.

                Jasmine.

                Sake? The bright, nearly-cloying notes were almost obscured by the flowers, he thought with an unconscious crinkle of the nose. Sake.

                Sweat.

                Pipe tobacco…

                …Shunsui.

                Byakuya started to sit up, eyes wide open, when a powerful hand came to rest on his chest, stopping him with a gentle touch.

                “Easy, now. Tea or sake?”

                “Tea,” was his reflexive reply. Byakuya braced himself on his elbows and blinked, taking in the tanned, hairy hand on his sternum and the way his loosened kimono parted and slid off of his shoulders in response. He arched an eyebrow but made no effort to cover himself; rather, he quickly inspected the visible skin and the lack of injury…or any indication at all of his recent activities.

                A steaming bowl of tea appeared under his nose. Byakuya accepted it and sat up as the restraining hand withdrew and came to settle on his upper back, the warmth of it raising gooseflesh along his neck. Rather than think too much on it, he eyed and sniffed the tea, pleasantly surprised at the smoky aroma. He took a sip and his eyes closed – it was excellent, barely bitter and went down easily, relaxing some of the tension quietly building in his gut. Byakuya indulged in another sip before he opened his eyes to note the red and purple marks criss-crossing the blue veins of his wrists.

                Ah, so I didn’t imagine all of it…

                Strangely relieved, Byakuya looked around the room, a large space rendered cozy by a sunken hearth and the flickering candles nearby. The half-moon bridge over the koi pond was framed nicely by the sliding doors, and the moonlight reflecting up off the water danced in rippling waves over the ceiling. With a piping hot bowl of tea in hand, the effect was quite serene; he allowed himself a quiet, contented sigh despite his disheveled, half-bared state in another man’s bed.

                It was only with another long draught of tea that he realized that the broad, warm hand on him was actually rubbing slow, soothing circles over his spine. Byakuya swallowed and turned to find Shunsui behind him, wearing a burgundy yukata and an easy smile.

                “He lives!” Kyouraku chuckled, reaching for a sakazuki perched on a small writing desk near the bed. “I was beginning to worry.”

                “It takes a bit more than that to fully incapacitate me,” Byakuya turned away and exhaled in a prim huff, while trying to recall exactly what ‘that’ entailed. A vision of snakes and slithering shadows presented itself in response and he shook his head.

                Ridiculous. Ignoring the way his pulse quickened at the thought, he swirled the leaves at the bottom of the bowl instead.

                “Mmm-hmm,” Shunsui intoned between gulps, the smirk evident in his tone. “I have gathered remarkable intel about you tonight, Bya-chan.”

                Byakuya did nothing but extend his empty bowl in Shunsui’s general direction, most definitely not rankled by the diminutive, and awaited a refill of his tea.

                “Have you ever watched yourself eat?”

                “Why in the world would I do such a thing?” Byakuya accepted the once-again full bowl without any further acknowledgement. The hand on his back, however, circled lower to trace the small of his back.

                “You might be more aware of the show you put on, my boy.” Shunsui gave him a congenial pat or two before continuing, after another healthy swig of sake. “I have never seen anyone look so prim and yet so maddeningly erotic at the same time.”

                Kyouraku might have said something else, but Byakuya couldn’t follow the words –he was too incensed at the blush hijacking his cheeks and throat to pay heed to anything else.

                …”and your mouth, dear gods,” Shunsui was practically crooning, sweeping hand gestures hinted at by the riot of shadows cast over the rest of the bed. “It was all I could do not to take you there and then.”

                Byakuya fumed in silence for a moment, waiting for the gleeful Shunsui to finish refilling his sakazuki, before turning to snatch the drink right out of the Captain Commander’s larger hand. Kyouraku simply blinked at him, surprised, while Byakuya drained the sake and handed the sakazuki back with an even look.

                “I doubt the ramen chef would have appreciated your commandeering his establishment,” Byakuya frowned, unimpressed.

                “I’m sure I could have made it worth his while,” Shunsui filled his dish again and went on drinking as if nothing had happened. “Still, I wouldn’t have pegged you as one to talk in your sleep.”

                At that, Byakuya turned to face him properly, tea balanced carefully over his rumpled hakama.

                “Ah.” Shunsui paused with the sakazuki an inch from his lips. He studied Byakuya for a second before setting the drink aside. “It must have been an unusually vivid dream, then. You said something to the effect that you were drowning in snakes.”

                He may have flushed more, but he could hardly tell at that point. Byakuya decided to watch his reflection in the cooling tea as he considered his words. “I wasn’t entirely sure that I was dreaming.”

                “There were shadows?”

                Byakuya looked up to see Shunsui’s expression shift from one of concern to contrition.

                “Ah.” Kyouraku scratched at his beard with his index finger and glanced away. “It seems I owe you an apology.”

                Shunsui leaned back to rest against the paneled wall, his dark gaze eventually finding its way back to Byakuya. “It’s been a while since Katen Kyoukotsu had anyone new to play with…that wasn’t an enemy.”

                “I see,” Byakuya lied as he watched his superior with what he hoped was a serene countenance.

                Kyouraku smiled sheepishly and sipped at his sake. “Of course, they can’t be blamed for my getting carried away. I do hope it wasn’t entirely off-putting.”

                “Not entirely,” Byakuya admitted and considered his situation, swirling tea and sitting quite casually in the middle of the huge bed. “It is comforting to know that I wasn’t hallucinating due to asphyxia, actually.”

                Mostly.

                “Oh dear,” Shunsui chuckled and shook his head, though he shot the Kuchiki a sober look. “Still, I’m so very glad that they like you. It wouldn’t be safe for us to continue, otherwise.”

                Byakuya arched a manicured brow and finished his tea, handing Shunsui the empty bowl. “I am not convinced that their approval makes this any safer of an enterprise.” He paused, tilting his head. “However, I am not here for my safety.”

                “No, I suppose not.” Shunsui reached for him, brushing a stray lock of hair behind his ear, caressing his jaw with a pensive touch.

                Byakuya lowered his eyes and leaned into the hand cradling his face and tracing his lips with curious fingertips. He parted his lips to exhale and nip at Shunsui’s calloused finger, which earned him a chuckle. Shunsui then leaned forward and grabbed him at the waist, pulling him onto his lap with little effort. His kimono caught on the fluffy bedspread and so he shed it, straddling Shunsui with his hakama bunched at his hips.

                Shunsui grabbed his bottom and squeezed while he murmured into Byakuya’s neck, “so I take it that your passing out is a sign to stop?”

                “I would hope so,” Byakuya sighed and rolled his hips against Shunsui’s, the few layers of silk and cotton between them doing little to hide their growing excitement. “You wouldn’t get much of a reaction, otherwise.”

                “Mmmh,” Shunsui purred and bit his neck, teeth sinking into formerly pristine white flesh. His hands delved into Byakuya’s hakama and worked them down his legs, shifting him left, then right before removing it and tossing it to the foot of the bed. “I was so eager to see what you would look like, getting fucked into a tree.”

                “You’ll have to settle for a bed this time,” Byakuya countered, focusing entirely on divesting Shunsui of his yukata. He parted the cotton and revealed him, dark and hirsute, shoulders and pectorals much wider than Byakuya’s smaller frame.

Shunsui stopped groping him long enough to slip his arms out of the sleeves with a wink. Byakuya ignored him and leaned in to run his hands along Shunsui’s ribs, taut abdomen and narrow thighs. He let his fingers trail lightly over the hair of his thighs before meandering back up to his shoulders, relishing in the opportunity to finally touch the man properly.

                “This is hardly settling,” Shunsui slid a hand into his hair and tugged, tilting his head back for a kiss. “It’ll be even easier to watch you unravel.”

                “So you say.” Byakuya nipped at his tongue before sucking it into his mouth, angling his head to get closer, take more in. They went on for a minute before both had to pull back for breath, panting. Byakuya parted the lower half of Shunsui’s robe and pulled the tie free. He held it out, draped over his palm. “Whatever transpires, I hope I can depend on your restraint.”

                Shunsui took the belt and made it a loose loop around Byakuya’s neck before sliding it slowly off. “I think I can manage.”

                Shunsui tossed the tie away and reached for him with naked hunger. Byakuya allowed himself to be drawn in without hesitation and they fell together in a rush of eager mouths and overheated skin. His fingers caught in Shunsui’s curly hair, raked along the glorious muscles and sinews of his shoulders and chest. Meanwhile, Shunsui pulled him down by the hips to better grind up against him; Byakuya let his head fall back with a groan and allowed Shunsui to manipulate him as he liked.

                It doesn’t make any sense, Byakuya decided as Shunsui bucked up and bit his collarbone. I’m far from weak or insecure, nor is recklessness my habit. And yet…

                Prying Shunsui’s hands loose, Byakuya slid off to the side and angled himself perpendicular to Shunsui’s legs. He rolled onto his stomach, presenting his back to Shunsui as he shook back his hair.

                …why am I offering myself to this man who could snap me like a twig?

                Byakuya lowered his head to dip down and take Kyouraku into his mouth. He raised up on one elbow and ran his other hand up the inside of Shunsui’s thigh, tickling the scattered, straight hairs along the way. A pleased rumble erupted above him while a steady hand landed on his calf to meander slowly northward. He looked up to find Shunsui watching him with intensity, even as the man went rooting for something to the side of the bed.

                He closed his eyes as he began to stroke Shunsui, his tongue darting out to lick the bitter, slightly salty tip. The warm hand left his leg and settled on the small of his back while something popped open over his head. Byakuya scrunched his eyes shut tightly, hoping to stop his thoughts by focusing on the task at hand.

It wasn’t working.

                I reached out because I sensed something was off…something that I foolishly thought that I could help with.

                I have no idea whether this is helping anyone, or simply complicating matters. If I had any sense-

                “You’re doing it again,” Shunsui yanked him up by the hair and craned his head around so that they were looking at each other. “This doesn’t come easily to you, does it, Byakuya?”

                “Nonsense,” Byakuya intoned with poise at complete odds with his position.

                “It isn’t a matter of skill,” Shunsui went on, running his thumb over Byakuya’s lower lip. As if to prove the point, he eased himself back into Byakuya’s mouth to engage in long, languid thrusts for several fevered minutes. Controlling the depth, tempo and angle with a turn of the wrist, Shunsui watched him with an unwavering gaze until Byakuya finally let his eyelids close.

                “That’s more like it,” Shunsui wiped away the saliva pooling at the corner of Byakuya’s mouth with his thumb. He shifted his hips to thrust in a bit deeper, though short of causing Byakuya to gag. “This tendency of yours to distance yourself from what you’re feeling…it isn’t so much a need for pain.”

                He pulled Byakuya away again, the hold on his dark tresses unyielding.

“It’s a curious inability to allow yourself to experience anything pleasant.”

                Byakuya didn’t react as Shunsui tightened the grip on his hair, apart from licking his lips.

                “We will have to rectify this.” Shunsui hauled him up for a searing kiss, maneuvering him by the iron grip on his scalp. “Perhaps a bit of kidou is in order.”

                Shunsui didn’t give him time to respond. He crushed their mouths together, his erection sliding along Byakuya’s chest and abdomen. His chin and cheeks began to burn and tingle from the friction against Shunsui’s wiry beard.

                “Middle of the bed, on your belly.”

                Byakuya found himself collapsing onto the bed, but it took him a bit to notice that Shunsui was suddenly standing over him, his muscular frame illuminated by dancing firelight. It took Byakuya several moments longer to collect himself, much less move, his hands trembling slightly as he reoriented himself on the oversized bed. He turned his head away and could hear his pulse thundering in his ears as he sank into the bedspread, a satiny quilt of birds and autumn leaves.

                “Look at me.”

                He didn’t want to, but his body moved in instantaneous compliance with the command. Shadow blanketed the right side of Shunsui’s face, though his eyepatch and the wound sustained to the helix of his ear were still quite visible.

                “Spread your legs and grab your ankles.”

                The ringing in his ears grew louder, the blush burning his face more ferocious, though from excitement or shame, Byakuya could no longer tell.

                Shunsui slid a hand below his stomach and lifted him up to place a pillow beneath his hips. Shunsui sought out his half-hard length, giving it a squeeze before letting Byakuya settle back against the bed.

                Byakuya was vaguely aware of the whispered words pouring from Shunsui’s lips, though the lemon-yellow bakudo that sprang out of his hands and the citrus-ozone scent that followed were familiar enough.

                Low level kidou, Byakuya surmised as a ticklish, electric sensation sprang up around his wrists, ankles and thighs, binding his wrists together and locking his heels against his upper thighs. A second spark ran along his spine, circling up around his neck, cradling his genitalia and seemingly anchoring both ends to his ankles. His bottom and groin were exposed and readily accessible, not that it surprised him a bit. Instead, he focused on the electrified ropes and their reiatsu signature. It requires little effort to break it, not even an incantation.

                Testing his bonds, Byakuya tried to straighten his knees a bit and was rewarded with a jolt that left his skin prickling as if stung by an electric ray.

                “You’ll find that the more you struggle, the tighter your restraints will be,” Shunsui swept Byakuya’s hair away from his neck, pressing a kiss to the pale skin behind his ear as he picked up the bottle at the head of the bed. “If it becomes too much, just say so.”

                Byakuya had no intention of doing so and remained silent as Shunsui crawled onto the bed to settle between his legs. A tingle ran down his back, through the cleft between his buttocks and twisted around his already-bound thighs and legs, sending tiny tendrils between his toes.

                “Not too fast,” Shunsui murmured as a bottle popped open.

                The stinging spreading up his abdomen came to a standstill, and Byakuya realized that the Captain Commander was no longer speaking to him.

                The zanpakutou spirits? Byakuya wondered as a spark licked and tickled his earlobe. Another darted into his navel as if in response.

                Shunsui nudged his thighs farther apart and spread him open. A half-second before Shunsui’s fingers, cool and slick, swept over him, a jolt of white heat circled around and pushed inside.

                Byakuya muffled his surprise into the quilt, actually biting the fabric as the ropy kidou spiraled up and into him.

                “None of that,” Shunsui tugged at the ring of gold fire around his neck, pulling him away from the bedspread. “I want to hear you.”

Shunsui spread more of the viscous fluid over his flesh in slow circles, slipping in and out and leaving a cool trail in his wake. Despite the gradually building pressure in his touch, it eased the burn of the kidou even as it stretched him open. Byakuya tried to tuck his chin beneath him, succeeding in tightening his ‘shock collar’ before Shunsui released him to fall back onto the bed. A current shot down his sternum and spread out over his chest as he swallowed against the tightness gripping his throat.

Byakuya shuddered as the kidou flicked at his nipples, stinging and circling as they cinched down around them. He almost cried out- almost- as electricity arced over his chest and rendered them burning, erect peaks. He felt, more than heard, a laugh rumble up behind him, followed by the sharp sting of teeth sinking into his buttock.

“Stubborn,” Shunsui declared into his backside as he found a new area to bite and suck to the point of bruising.

“Controlling ass,” Byakuya hissed into the bedspread as barbs dug into his chest and earlobe.

“So it seems.” Shunsui nibbled and slid another finger into him, spreading and rotating as he went.

In a moment of weakness, Byakuya allowed his hips to twitch in futility. The kidou helix with a stranglehold on his erection constricted, and a new limb shot posteriorly to lift and separate his testicles in an instant. He grunted and gritted his teeth.

                Byakuya flexed and wriggled his fingers and toes, about the only movement he could make without consequences. Shunsui pressed a kiss to the small of his back and continued to pump his fingers in a steady rhythm. Deep within him the kidou snake continued to slither and coil, pulsing and expanding as if probing for something. It wasn’t entirely unpleasant, but the sensation was so foreign, so insistent that it was difficult to bear. Shunsui pressed his slippery fingers into the same area shortly thereafter and Byakuya jerked and gasped; his back arched as his bonds tightened and the kidou set his insides alight.

                “Just…please,” Byakuya whispered into the quilt. He was at a loss for what to do, what he was asking for, or how not to move and make things any worse.

                “Of course.”

                Shunsui shifted to leave a soft kiss on his hair. He withdrew his fingers to grab and knead Byakuya with both hands before spreading him open again. Shunsui leaned in without preamble and pressed forward until he could go no further, panting much like the man beneath him.

                Byakuya’s chest was heaving, even though every breath stung and pinched in a hundred places. The ache inside him threatened to burn, freeze and split him open all at once, and for some mindless reason he arched up into it with a shudder.

                “Oh…oh,” Shunsui groaned and let his head fall forward as he started to move.

                His arms and legs were shaking, but Byakuya did his best to rise and meet every thrust, to welcome the intrusion as best he could. It was too hot, too cold….Shunsui’s girth was too much, and yet it was just what was needed to counter the kidou that buzzed with counter pulsation and threatened to undo him completely.

                Shunsui leaned over him and pressed him deeper into the mattress, cutting off what little feeling Byakuya still had in his limbs. Shunsui reached beneath him to pluck at the fine glowing wires spread like a web over his groin; ripples of electric pleasure rolled up his cock, over his balls and circled his opening, making the sphincter twitch fitfully around Shunsui’s flesh.

                Shunsui loosed a guttural groan and ground into him once, twice before hitting his electrified prostate head-on. Byakuya could do nothing but let his fingers curl fitfully as Shunsui picked up the pace, rocking into him and shoving him in short strokes up the bed. He bit the quilt again, not at all surprised when the kido curled up over his chin to bite and sting at his lips and the tip of his tongue.

                Slowing and grinding into him again, Shunsui drove into him in cycles fast and slow until both were dripping with sweat and near their limits. The ubiquitous kido pulsed and buzzed in time with his heartbeat, and Byakuya had to wonder what would be left of him when it all finally burst. Right on cue, Shunsui slowed again and reached around to grasp his length and pump it with merciless strokes. Byakuya arched up and shook his head until the kido tightened to his liking and started to choke him.

                Byakuya gasped and stiffened, making Shunsui do likewise and spurring him back to action. Thrusting at breakneck speed, Shunsui worked his cock at the same pace and reached up to tug at Byakuya’s collar. Shunsui cursed softly as a ferocious new heat filled Byakuya, stealing the last of his breath. A burning pleasure-pain started at his navel, roared down to the base of his spine, then shot out over the flattened pillow and rumpled bedspread beneath him.

                Though a thousand splinters of electric heat stabbed into him and over him, Byakuya did not lose consciousness this time. The weight on his back increased momentarily, long enough to place a sloppy kiss on his neck, before backing away. He shivered at the loss of the warm body at his back, then shivered again as something damp sponged him off.

                Shunsui moved away again, leaving a trembling, hog-tied Byakuya alone on the bed.

                I’m not sure I can walk home like this, it occurred to Byakuya as his toes curled and cramped in the cooling night air. Though given the state of my clothes, perhaps shunpou…

                Sure, strong hands settled on his back as Shunsui materialized over him.

                “Easy now, I’ve got you,” Kyouraku murmured as he freed his right leg first, smoothing over the trembling limb and easing it on to the bed.

                As his other limbs were loosed in sequence, Byakuya found that the muscle quivering grew worse, as if he might shake apart with such careful handling. He buried his face in the patterned quilt, wondering when his humiliation would come to an end, when Shunsui towered over him again.

                “Easy,” Shunsui repeated as he hoisted Byakuya off the bed and pulled back the quilt in one fluid motion.

                No sooner had Byakuya laid his head on the pillow then the covers were over him and Kyouraku and his long, powerful limbs were surrounding him in a firm embrace. Rather than let him speak Shunsui kissed him, and Byakuya was only dimly aware of the hands that moved over him with a soft, green glow in their wake.

                Healing kidou?

                Whatever it was, it didn’t hold his attention long; Byakuya was finding that Shunsui’s touch was an effective remedy for thinking too much. Shunsui was rubbing his back and massaging the aching muscles in his forearms –Byakuya wasn’t quite sure what his own hands were doing at that moment, apart from soaking up the heat radiating from Shunsui’s chest.

                As their movements became slower and languorous, shadows crept in from the slumbering night to swirl around the hearth, dampening it to the point where it was naught but a pile of glowing embers. The candle likewise flickered and danced before snuffing out, and its smoke wafted through the room with the shadows that grew and stretched to cover the ceiling.

                Byakuya spared the shadows a lingering glance before closing his eyes, his head coming to rest on Shunsui’s chest with a sigh. Shunsui trailed one hand up his back and neck to tangle his fingers in Byakuya’s hair, which earned him another contented sigh. Wrapping his other arm securely around Byakuya’s waist, he kissed the top of Byakuya’s head and winked at the shadows creeping down the wall.

                At his command, the room went quiet and blissfully black.
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