Ways of Binding [Chapter 5 Is Up!] | By : gogochan Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 6338 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. |
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. Angst, cursing, sexual situations, bondage &
discipline
Warnings: Yaoi, slash, (which means guy x guy),
adult themes
Chapter summary: Byakuya is still
“sore” from that spanking…. No way he’s going to let
Renji off the hook just yet. In the words of Kuchiki taichou, “The punishment
will fit the crime…”
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
hung his head and let his shoulders slump. He bit his lip to keep his eyes from
welling up, unable to bare the rawness of pain and the humiliation of tears.
His teeth reopened the same spot he’d bitten when Byakuya first caressed him.
The elder shinigami was surprised by how much it stung to see the younger man
deflate before his eyes. He hadn’t expected the loudmouthed rogue to crumple in
misery and defeat. That wasn’t how this exchange was supposed to go. The
hotheaded whelp was supposed to be brash and indignant, challenging Byakuya to
“be a man” and “finish what he started.” Or something to that affect.
“Renji…”
Byakuya grabbed his fukutaichou’s chin and raised it none too gently. He wanted
the younger man to look at him.
“While
I do not know your original intentions for sneaking into my office…” Renji
recognized the ice-cold venom of Byakuya’s angry tone, “And I am appalled to
think you might have planned to…strike…me in such a manner…. I do know
that you took great pains to hide your reiatsu and enter this office without
expressed consent.”
Renji
tried to pull his face away; he wasn’t ready to look taichou in the eyes.
Byakuya held firm. He had no intention of letting his subordinate squirm away.
While the vice-like grip restrained Renji’s movements, it could not control
where the younger man cast his dejected gaze.
“Let’s be frank with one another, Abarai fukutaichou.” The redhead winced at
the use of his title, but knitted his inky eyebrows together at the dash of
playfulness creeping into taichou’s voice. Renji was the only one who could
discern the minute differences in the aristocrat’s expressions and inflections.
“You
hid your reiatsu and snuck into this office. Yes or no?”
Renji nodded, the elder shinigami’s iron fist moving along with him.
“You
knew that I was in here. Yes or no?” Again with the nods.
“You
watched me for some time before making your presence known?” Renji hesitated
for a moment and then signaled “yes.” No use lying about anything now. He’d
embarked on that ridiculous mission practically planning to get caught.
“You enjoyed watching me? You enjoyed it…very much?” Byakuya didn’t need Renji
to answer that one. The immediate flush of color on the younger man’s neck and
cheekbones told all.
“I
see,” Byakuya said, as if it all made perfect sense. Which, perhaps it did—to
him. His lips were twisted into the barely there smirk Renji had decided to
label the ‘innuendo sneer.’ Only time would tell whether this
new expression would be a ‘good sneer’ or a ‘bad sneer.’
“So… When and why did you decide to come at me with physical force?” One dark
eyebrow arched gracefully as Renji’s jaw was released.
A flash of indignation made his cheeks turn even redder. “Physical
force?” Renji thought, “You pompous baka! That
was a fuckin’ spankin’, and
you know it!” He was confused, frustrated, sore in all
the wrong places, in mental and physical anguish, and, now, thoroughly
embarrassed…all thanks to Captain Mindfuck here.
“Er…” was all he actually said.
It
was strange for Byakuya to see the loud, brazen ruffian at such a loss for
words. Usually, the smartass had something to say about everything.
His
reiatsu didn’t feel right, either. When in the presence of his powerful, regal
taichou, Renji’s reiatsu usually conveyed a mix of deference, awe, and poorly
hidden desire, yet it had never conveyed such…despondency. The rough, cocksure
pride that outwardly frustrated (and secretly titillated) the refined noble was
all but missing, replaced by something sour and self-deprecating.
“Renji…”
Byakuya’s tone made the word both a prompt and a command.
Unlike Rukia, or that cheeky bastard Urahara, Renji
had never been very good at talking his way out of altercations. He was much
better at fighting his way out. “Dunno,” he jerked his shoulders forward
in a half-shrug, mindful of keeping his stiff fingers wrapped around the damn
desk. “Jus’ sorta happened…. I guess….”
The elder man nodded once, indicating that Renji should continue.
“Uh…
You were facin’ the window, an’…the idea jus’ came to
me…” Renji scowled. He was getting tired of this. Kuchiki taichou was toying
with him, proving once and for all that the tattooed redhead was nothing more
than the noble’s personal court jester. Renji never doubted the ice-lord’s
potential for cruelty, but…for a minute there…when taichou had pressed their
bodies together…touching…moving…licking…panting…stroking and rubbing…bringing
them both…so close…so fucking close…. Renji had dared to believe that
Byakuya really wanted him….
But it was just a game. Another fucking game.
“The idea?” the Kuchiki prompted in his uncaring, unfeeling voice.
“T-the
idea….” Renji felt the hot flush of embarrassment warming the tips of his ears.
“That, uh…ya know…that-I-should-spank-you.” The last
bit came out in a rush of mumbled words.
Renji
desperately wanted to move his arms, stretch his fingers, and get those loose
strands of hair out of his eyes, but the outré aristocrat seemed to be adamant
about his annoying “all hands on desk” rule.
“Ah,”
Byakuya said. He, for one, seemed to be enjoying himself. He moved forward to
clasp Renji’s face again, but thought better of it, diverting his fingers once
more into the sexy mess of hair.
The
redhead leaned into the strong fingers and deepened his scowl. “Such a
troublemaker,” Byakuya thought.
“Was
it your goal to thus engage me in hand to hand combat?” The question was
rhetorical. Byakuya was only asking for the sake of making a point. He let his
fingers trail continuously through Renji’s fiery locks, tugging gently at the
roots every now and again. Even thickened as it was by sweat and tangles, the
scarlet hair was incredibly soft. The pampered noble imagined it would feel
quite luxurious when freshly washed.
“No…”
Renji grumbled, eyes downcast. He hadn’t snuck into
Kuchiki taichou’s office looking for a brawl. He’d been looking to ruffle those
pristine feathers, shake that perfect poise, and push those rigid buttons the
way taichou was always pushing his.
Even now… As the dull, throbbing pain of rejection festered
in his gut, his traitorous body had begun to respond to the strong, careful
fingers that stroked his hair and gently massaged his scalp.
Simply
being near taichou was enough to get his blood flowing. Hearing taichou’s low,
sensual voice always quickened his pulse. But having taichou touch
him…dear gods…caress him…basically sent his hormones into bankai.
And
damn that canny Kuchiki for already mastering some of his erogenous zones. He
wouldn’t even be able to wield a brush now without thinking of those steely
fingers raking through his long crimson hair. As said fingers paused to rub
slow circles at the nape of his tattooed neck, fresh blood flowed south,
inconveniently invigorating his arousal yet again. His manhood rose slowly this
time, twitching and pulsing as if shuddering from the stress of being
re-engorged—yet unsatisfied—no less than three times in the span of one
afternoon.
Damn
that man and his effortless power! When push came to shove, whether on the
battlefield or perched the edge of a desk, Byakuya repeatedly mastered Renji’s
battle-hardened body with apparent ease.
A
pained sigh escaped Renji’s lips as he opened his hips slightly to accommodate
the hardening mass between his legs.
Acute
gray eyes missed nothing as they flickered discreetly over the redhead’s groin.
The sly, calculating scion shifted his weight to allow one lean thigh to graze
against the inside of Renji’s knee. The redhead moved his leg away in response,
not trusting any more below-the-belt contact from Byakuya. It was shameful
enough to be outwardly savoring the ministrations to his hair and scalp. Of
course, pulling away only served to spread his legs further, stretching the
thin material of his hakama over the noticeable
bulge.
“So…”
Byakuya drawled, his voice patronizing yet deadly serious. “You, Sixth
division’s fukutaichou, purposefully hid your reiatsu with the intention of
secretly entering this office….with the objective of spying on Sixth division’s
taichou…for purposes still unknown…. You eavesdropped on a private discussion
between two senior level taichous… Then, for reasons
that have not been sufficiently clarified, you assaulted the unarmed Sixth
division taichou while his back was turned, and struck without warning or
provocation….”
Dammit.
When taichou put it that way…. Yeah. Renji was fucked. Hardcore.
The
list of offenses committed by Sixth division’s fukutaichou continued
unabated... “The first strike was then followed by a direct challenge to engage
in hand to hand combat…”
The
supercilious taichou didn’t try to stop the trace of smug humor that crept into
his voice. “You were…neutralized…as a threat…and ordered to return at once to
your office and administrative duties…”
Great. Thanks. Kuchiki taichou had effortlessly
“neutralized” his brawny subordinate with one elegant, flawless hand. As if
Renji needed to be reminded about that. He shifted uncomfortably on the
desk, shoulders sagging into another defeated slump.
“You
disobeyed these direct orders…only to attempt a second strike once the Sixth
division taichou’s back was turned…”
At
that, Renji sat up, bristling, and had every intention of speaking up in his
defense. Kuchiki taichou had purposefully turned his back and taunted
him. The way he’d bent over his desk like that… The way he’d all but wiggled
his ass...
“C’mon…”
he thought, “even yer damn reiatsu was darin’ me to take another swing! What the hell was I s’pposed to do? Jus’ ignore that shit?”
“But…”
was all he got to say before Kuchiki taichou smoothly interjected.
“Renji…”
Byakuya sighed lightly and shook his pretty head. “Have you not considered the
appropriate course of discipline for your inappropriate actions? What you’ve
done is grounds for immediate suspension, and…pending investigation…potential
dismissal....”
Renji
closed his eyes and heaved an enormous sigh. Fuck. He’d rather die by Kuchiki
taichou’s hand than be utterly and irrevocably…dismissed. To be cast away in
such a manner…like a damn stray dog…was a fate worse than death.
The
strong, slender fingers continued to languidly comb through his hair. “This is
not the first time you have…challenged me…Abarai fukutaichou…” The touch of
dark humor had returned to the noble’s voice. “Though not by my choice…you were
neither stripped of your title, nor dismissed from active duty following your
previous bouts of…insubordination.”
Renji
scowled, remembering all too well how taichou’s disdain had cut deeper than Zangetsu. And how the wounds from taichou’s scorn had taken
far longer to heal than any injuries sustained in actual battle.
“And…I
am glad for it…” the deep voice continued.
Renji’s
eyes popped open in surprise.
“Renji…”
Byakuya said again, voice thick and deep, “at this time…I have no intention of
suspending you…nor have I any desire to instigate your dismissal…”
The
noble allowed his words to sink in, slowing his hand only when Renji turned to
finally…finally…look into his eyes.
Renji’s
exotic red-brown eyes widened even further. Taichou’s icy, impenetrable grays
had actually started to thaw. They were warmed by little sparks of…interest?...amusement?...and tiny embers of unnamed emotions.
Coupled with the noble’s fine features and devious little smirk, the overall
look was incredibly sexy.
“Incarceration only serves to fuel your disregard for authority…” The crafty
Kuchiki moved his talented fingers to tease at the soft, sensitive hair at the
nape of Renji’s neck. He suppressed a wider smile as he felt the redhead
suppress a shiver. “However…such insubordination cannot go unpunished…”
Renji
blinked and looked away. “Kuso,” he thought, “here it comes…”
“So…”
Byakuya deftly threaded his fingers back into the scarlet locks and tugged down
with just enough force to bring Renji’s eyes up to meet his own. “In lieu of
traditional castigation…I have chosen to personally address
your…misconduct…with a punishment better suited to the crime…”
Renji’s
mouth dropped open in surprise. Oh. So that’s what all that…that…touching…and…
‘Mmmm’ing’…uh…gods…well, teasing… had
been about?
“Damn, taichou…” Renji thought, suddenly hoping that the Kuchiki’s pretty
little ass was smarting something awful, as his poor, neglected cock was sure
be aching for days.
He hadn’t figured the proud noble to be such a masterful cock tease… But then
again…what did anyone really know about the private,
intimate ways and means of the Kuchiki heir?
Renji’s tongue slipped out to wet where he’d previously bitten his lip. The
quick movement caught Byakuya’s eye. He arched an elegant eyebrow and cocked
his head in a way that would have been adorable if he
wasn’t, well, Kuchiki Byakuya, and leaned in to follow Renji’s tongue with his
own.
“Oh…gods…” Renji thought, as his stomach plummeted out of his body and his
heart tried to lodge itself in his throat, “what new torture is this?”
No
torture. Just…a kiss…
Byakuya
delicately traced the contours of Renji’s full lips with his tongue, pausing to
gently suck on the bottom one for a few moments before…softly…slowly…bringing
their mouths together.
That’s
when Renji’s restraint finally snapped. He dove into the kiss, catching his
superior off-guard. A few minutes ago, the redhead hadn’t been able to meet
those piercing, platinum eyes. Now, he was snaking his tongue into Byakuya’s
luscious mouth, eager to taste and explore.
Now
that he’d gained back a measure of confidence, Renji went after Byakuya’s
tongue with his trademark energy and enthusiasm. One very husky moan managed to
escape as he ran his tongue over the perfect, ivory teeth and nibbled on his
taichou’s delectable lips.
Byakuya fisted a chunk of scarlet hair and pulled sharply, reminding the
younger shinigami exactly who was in control, and returned the kiss
fiercely. His left hand returned to the redhead’s hip, going so far as to dig
strong fingers into the muscular swell of his ass.
Renji’s
auburn eyes rolled up into his head as taichou’s soft tongue twirled around his
own.
“Our first kiss. It’s really…Wow….” Renji thought,
trying to focus on the moment, so as not to think about the likelihood of there
ever being a second kiss.
Byakuya
loosened his grip on the wild mane of hair, tugging gently as he moved to place
wet little kisses over the redhead’s cheekbone and temple. Every tug made
Renji’s cock twitch with a need that was growing increasingly desperate.
A low moan escaped Renji’s lips, followed by a pleasure-induced shudder as the
slender shinigami began nipping at his jaw.
“Kuso…,”
he thought, “My cock can’t take much more of this. Does that teme even know
what he’s doin’ to me? Gods…it fuckin’
hurts now.”
Renji’s
moan deepened as Byakuya shifted to nibble and suck on a sensitive part of his
neck just below his ear, prompting the elder shinigami to “shhhh”
him once more.
“Very
responsive…” Byakuya mused to himself. “Hot blooded... Cocky,
impulsive. foolish, infuriating…and dangerous.”
The
heir’s voice was low and smooth against Renji’s ear; his reiatsu was hazy and
seductive. “It has very recently come to my attention that I have mistakenly
neglected your training, Abarai fukutaichou. Trust that, henceforth, I plan to
be much more...hands on…in my role as your captain.”
He bit Renji’s ear—hard.
By now Renji was too far gone to sit still. “Hands on, mouth on…” he panted,
“Whatever, taichou... Just bring it on!”
A
sharper tug on his hair told him to be quiet. “Hush,” Byakuya breathed, while
inwardly chuckling at the ardent words of encouragement. This was what
he expected, what he craved, from the spirited young shinigami.
“Today’s events have made it patently clear that you are in sore need of discipline.
Instinct is a…remarkable resource…but it is discipline that truly separates us
from animals. Mmmm?”
Renji stopped fidgeting.
“Good,” Byakuya purred, testing the redhead’s resolve by tracing his devious
tongue over the sensitive contours of the younger man’s ear.
Renji
gasped, but otherwise remained still.
“Yes…just like that….” Byakuya murmured, his deep
voice as rich and thick as velvet.
He closed his eyes and inhaled, reveling in the firebrand’s uniquely spicy
scent.
The
powerful taichou of Sixth company ghosted his fine lips over his fukutaichou’s
ear and whispered, “Bakudou 21: Heaven’s Silk, Hell’s
Torment….”
The
demon art took hold immediately. Renji was frozen in place, his head still
cocked to the side, his hands still gripping the edges of taichou’s massive
desk.
Byakuya
stepped back to admire his handiwork.
Renji couldn’t move a muscle. He could breathe, though there was no evidence of
breath passing in or out of his lungs. And he wasn’t actually frozen. It was
more like hundreds of invisible silken cords had woven and twisted themselves
in around his entire body.
There
was a similar Quincy
technique that bound cords of spirit to flesh and bone to encourage movement
under conditions of physical duress. This spell did just the opposite.
At
that moment, Renji was utterly and undeniably…bound.
Byakuya
was pleased to see that the auburn eyes were wide open. They registered
surprise, while the swollen, slightly parted lips conveyed a look of pure lust.
A quick glace down assured the elder that his subordinate’s arousal remained at
its fullest.
Byakuya
smirked. “Excellent.”
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Reviewers!
THANK YOU!! You feed gogo and she LOVES it. Yum. Will try to answer everyone or will group people with
similar thoughts. Please keep reading and reviewing. If you’d like to chat with
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Gogo
is now working with an AMAZING illustrator to turn Ways of Binding into a
graphic novel. Chapters will be avail as doujins and
will be hella *incredible*. Again, the
place to find that is live journal…
Anise:
Hope you’re still reading and enjoying! Thank you so much for continuing
to review. Good news is that gogo already has Chapter
5 done and will be posting by the end of the weekend or early next week. Want
to give readers a chance to digest this one… xoxo
Happygirl24: So very glad you think it’s hhhhhhhoooooottttt! And it
will be yummy and so so so
hot when they fuck. Gogo promises. Gogo loooves
writing a good, juicy lemon.
Minnako: Sorry it’s taken gogo
so long to update. Good news~ Chapter 5 is done and is hotter than ever. Let
the bondage begin, ne? Look for gogo
to post that by early next week.
Necr0mantic: gogo
always seems to end on a cliffhanger… it just happens that way!
Kamisori: *gives you more* Massive drool is gooood!
Enslavement Thesis: Oh, please don’t
die! Here’s more!! And will be adding more soon. Hope you enjoy!
hayashi_chan: thank you, thank you, thank you. Gogo hopes to make Ways of Binding hot and steamy
and angsty and even funny (from time to time) and of
course she hopes it all makes *sense*. SO glad you enjoy the writing and the
story. There will be more surprises and more kink and
a bit more about what makes Senbonzakura so “attached” to Renji-kun.
Kattkitten: *laughs* You
know where gogo lives? Well then, come in and have a
drink! Hope you like red wine… xoxo
Aniay: Why hello friend…so glad you found gogo at LJ… big, big hugs for you. xoxoxo
hentai-honey: Oh yes… hot yaoi
love will be comin’ (and comin’,
and comin’). These two need the build-up tho. Gogo loves writing lemons, so don’t you worry. You’ll get limes and lemons and all that good stuff
in the next few chapters. Once Bya and Ren work out their respective, um, issues with each other, expect limes and/or lemons in every
chapter. (and yes, gogo
prefers a seme Bya, but she
uke’s him for Kaien and Aizen. Tho Renji will get his turn on top in Ways,
eventually…)
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