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Wedding Blues and Clues	By : Polymer Category: Bleach > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 4422 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Looking rather bored and complacent, Byakuya sighed as he sipped his champagne. He watched as Ichigo took Rukia’s hand and slowly spun her around. Then panned the room with his steel eyes wondering where Renji was.
Excusing himself he moved down the hall and glanced from left to right. He could feel the minute traces of Renji’s reishi though obscured through the filter of his gigai. What did surprise him was the presence of a Quincy reishi and that of a high spirited human. Through the maze of hotel corridors he traversed until he stopped in front of a door sporting a ‘do not disturb’ sign on it.
Frowning he knocked on the door of the hotel room he came in front of. A few lazy clicks emanated from inside preceding the slow creak of the door cracking open. He heard the rasp of a door chain being pulled. Two crimson eyes from beneath a fall of hair fuzzily peered at him sideways. “Eh what…”
“Renji?” asked Byakuya, his steel eyes widening the slightest bit. “Can you explain just what you are doing away from my sister’s wedding?”
“Taicho!” gasped Renji as he slammed the door shut. Temperature shooting up into the stratosphere ready to explode Byakuya contemplated blowing the door down. Fortunately it failed to happen because Renji opened the door frantically a minute later. Byakuya noticed his vice captain was in the process of pulling his pants up hastily with a white shirt draped around his figure.
“What is the meaning of this?” Byakuya rumbled.
“I apologize Taicho but… but… I was taking a break…” Renji murmured.
“What sort of break warrants you canoodling while others are entertaining the guests?” Byakuya scolded in disapproval.
Something inside Renji seemed to either click or snap. Byakuya wasn’t certain which it was yet Renji’s sudden transition from shame to anger occurred in a split second. “With all due respect Taicho, attending Rukia’s wedding is difficult for me. Can’t ya cut me some slack?”
Byakuya took a step back from the raised voice. Instead of the stern reprimand on the tip of his tongue he counted to 20. Raised voices outside a hotel room having discovered his subordinate in such a personal position was embarrassing enough. Besides the raw emotion he heard in that voice twisted a heartstring. Clearing his throat he said, “Explain your reason, Renji.”
“I… could you give me a minute to get back into my clothes at least and write a note?” Renji asked bitterly. “Damn it…”
Raising a white hand Byakuya said calmly, “I will wait here till you are decently clothed and the proper parties have been informed.”
Cut off in whatever remark he was about to deliver Renji’s mouth remained open. His tattooed shoulders relaxed as well as his frown. That must have surprised him, Byakuya thought. Behind him the redhead carefully closed the door instead of slamming it. Turning around the dark haired captain patiently stood perfectly still outside the door. Only briefly did he glance at the watch Urahara had selected for his gigai. Under his highly polished black shoes thick nap plush carpet absorbed the tap of his foot.
***
Fifteen minutes later Renji emerged wearing the tuxedo he’d rented, his hair damp and smelling of the same shampoo the hotel gave as a courtesy. It was French braided neatly instead of in its usual topknot, something the noble found to be a welcome change. Dark brown eyes met his. “Okay, so, why do I havta rush back?”
“You said you would explain yourself. May I suggest we go to a neutral location such as the hotel lounge?” Byakuya suggested. Renji gave just a slight nod to this, letting Byakuya lead the way.
“Sit at the bar?” Renji suggested, nodding towards the marble topped counter. Overhead hung the racks loaded with various shaped glasses that refracted the ambient light like strange chandeliers. Only a few people sat in front of the bar nursing their drinks or exchanging friendly words with the bartender on duty.
“I would prefer a private table,” Byakuya insisted, nodding towards several of them not far from the main watering hole. To Renji, a bar was a bar no matter if it was a small hole in the wall with rough wooden tables and people wrestling, or a marble and mirror covered elegant chamber with a high vaulted ceiling.
Universally people reached for a drink facing away from others or speaking sidelong. Only the bartender faced them and they only needed to peer at the polished taps or forest of neatly ranked bottles covered in exotic labels in shapes. Or lose themselves in the televisions slung high on the walls. Those that wished to speak privately sought tables away but still close enough in proximity to feel anonymous or cozy. Some bars were a place you hung out with friends and ate a good meal; others were places that strangers entered to block out the rest of the world. Two types of joints could exist in the same location.
Even if it were a rich lounge or a town tavern. For a split second Byakuya wondered if all bars were the same because he rarely entered them. To him they were all the place where commoners frequented. In contrast Renji knew the differences in watering holes but saw the commonalities despite the trappings. It was just the caliber of person who drifted in. Was Byakuya choosing a lounge because he presumed Renji would be more comfortable there? Or was it just a convenience?
“Never thought I’d see ya in a bar, even a fancy shi shi place like this one,” Renji quipped.
“I simply wished to choose a place that was discrete. From what I have read this sort of establishment is ideal,” he replied, taking a seat across from his subordinate.
“Gentlemen, would you like some drinks?” asked the waitress, her eyes filled with perhaps admiration at two handsome men but devoid of any judgment one way or the other. Such people were trained to cater to whomever but not to presuppose. Though Byakuya could imagine she had thoughts as any normal person would no matter how she tried to hide them. He was used to hiding volumes of emotion behind a façade so why wouldn’t other people do so?
“I would be pleased with sake,” Byakuya said politely.
“Same here,” Renji murmured, then stopped himself. “Wait; make it a beer… whatever you’ve got on tap…”
She listed several alternatives and Renji selected one. Byakuya guessed he was familiar enough with the living world’s variety of beverages to find one that he remotely liked or was the only one he’d ever tried.   Awkward silence predominated till the drinks arrived during which Byakuya cleared his throat a few times and Renji mumbled, “So…”
“I did not realize you were involved in an intimate relationship,” said Byakuya.
“Intimate what?” Renji asked, almost coughing.
“Allow me to rephrase that. I apologize for interrupting your recreational…”
“Just cause I’m angry about what’s happenin’ with Rukia doesn’t mean I can’t find comfort someplace else! So why should it be any of your damn business if it’s with two or one other person,” Renji blurted out.
“You are angry I interrupted it. For that I apologize,” Byakuya said quietly.
“Why should ya even know or care?” Renji said bitterly, grabbing his beer and swigging a draught of it. Pangs of pain rushed over Byakuya at that tone.
“A commanding officer should know the concerns of his subordinates. Especially those who he relies upon and who have served him well,” Byakuya began.
“Hah, so ya just looked for me out of pity?”
“You are the one who presumes these things. I simply am concerned for your welfare and wished to enquire why you left the festivities. And in so doing my sister is upset that you are not there for such a significant day,” Byakuya cut him off.
“You… concerned for my welfare. That’s nice an’ all, but sometimes I just want to be left alone,” Renji laughed quietly.
Byakuya shrugged. “You were not alone when I found you in that hotel room.”
“Till ya came huntin’ me down. Sorry if I’m a bit selfish, but can you blame me? The woman I love’s marryin’ mister wonderful. An’ I stepped aside cause her needs are more important than mine,” Renji admitted, swirling his beer in his glass.
“You resent yourself for not interposing in stopping something that would have made her upset. What you did was simply the act of someone who has made a sacrifice for his loved one,” Byakuya began.
“Don’t patronize me Taicho,” Renji cut him off.
“If you are so angry at me, why bother accompanying me?” Byakuya asked, sipping his sake.
“Cause you’d fire me otherwise?” Renji muttered.
“If I had intended to fire you for being upset at my sister’s wedding that reflects poorly on my judgment of your abilities. My concern was merely for Rukia’s happiness, and for your own welfare. Yet since you seemed…”
In a small voice Renji murmured, “You were worried about me?”
Two drinking vessels landed with a slight clink on the polished table. Byakuya noticed his hand ventured closely to Renji’s. He quietly answered, “Yes. That is the main reason that I ventured from the ceremony to ascertain your location.”
Renji glanced down at his glass. “Cause Rukia was upset?”
Byakuya peered at the blurred reflection of his face in the tabletop’s polished surface. “That was not the only reason…”
“Why didn’t ya leave me alone?” Renji asked. “Cause of you I had t’ walk out on two people who wanted me t’ enjoy myself.”
“They offered sex to counteract your grief?” Byakuya said.
“Yeah. And it was because they cared for me! So sorry if it makes ya think I’m more of a damn stray dog… but I don’t give a shit, Taicho,” Renji choked out.
Before Renji could push himself up Byakuya’s hand seized his wrist and held it down. It gripped with surprising force that he could not twist out of unless he wanted to make a scene. Byakuya’s eyes gleamed as he whispered, “Do not leave Renji. You are the one making presumptions that have no basis in fact. I do not see you as a stray dog…”
“Don’t you?” Renji retorted, wincing at the feeling into Byakuya’s grip. “Let me go Taicho!”
“Please do not leave, Renji. I may have said such things in the past but that does not mean they are still true or what my appraisal of you is. I express concern for your welfare. That is why I sought you out,” Byakuya admitted, his steel eyes fixing into Renji’s.
Shoulders slumped; Renji leaned on his arms and looked down. Byakuya’s grip relaxed and his hand moved down to press Renji’s under it. “What are ya sayin’ taicho?”
“You are not the only one who feels alone, Renji,” Byakuya said as he leaned forwards. “Or abandoned.”
At that moment Renji’s eyes gleamed. Byakuya’s hand slipped into his, grasping it firmly.   Something he was sure he’d never do, however impulse and instinct merged into the urge to trap another opportunity from escaping. He could see Renji’s chest heaving with breath and sense the flutter of surprise in his reiatsu. “Taicho. I know… but I can’t just… what do you want me t’ do? Orihime an’ Uryuu invited me inta…”
“Please return with me and we will both not be alone. Perhaps neither will have a reason to be upset if we remember our goal is her happiness,” Byakuya suggested.
“I…”
“If you wish I shall go back with you, and please ask that all return to the wedding. Whatever you choose afterwards is your decision Renji,” Byakuya coughed.
A frown spread across Renji’s face. “So ya don’t think any less of me fer bein’ in a threesome?”
Something inside the steely eyes clouded them with confusion. Dozens of reasons why his subordinate should or shouldn’t do such things were pushed aside by his sheer will to try to comprehend. “I may not agree completely with the choice but I understand the need for companionship. Your personal life outside your position is your affair provided it does not interfere with your duty.”
Next to the drinks sat the menu card and a small crystal bowl filled with various nuts. While Byakuya continued his diatribe Renji fished out a cashew to chomp on. From anger to irritation Renji had transitioned since they sat down. A brief shower didn’t seem sufficient to wash off whatever feelings of shame grew on him despite Byakuya’s reassurances. When Byakuya finished he answered, “Well that’s all well an’ good but why do I get the feelin’ ya still look down on me fer this?”
Mouth still open Byakuya said nothing. Instead he took a moment and murmured, “Renji…”
“Go ahead an’ think what ya want. But I don’t care. At least they gave enough of a damn about me t’ make me feel accepted and loved. And if that cheapens me in yer eyes, so be it!”
Again Byakuya’s hand reached out to grip his arm. “Renji, please… you have made that clear. I may be disappointed but it is only on account that you deserve a relationship exclusive to one person.”
“Well excuse the hell me for not having people date me left and right!” Renji blurted out, swigging down his drink. A few drips of golden liquid ran down from the corners of his lips.
Sighing Byakuya leaned forwards and pushed a napkin into Renji’s face, something he normally would not have done under ordinary circumstances but the staring onlookers at the other table warranted action. “It is out of respect for you as a subordinate as well as an individual. “
Startled by the napkin pressed over his mouth Renji stopped in mid sentence. Gentle strokes both dabbed away the dribbling liquid and kept him from blurting anything else. Since Byakuya angled close enough he smelled the cologne of the noble, felt the warmth of breath on his cheek. Across the redhead’s face spread a deep crimson flush since his captain now deprived him of the ability to verbally express his anger. Now that he had Renji’s attention he continued, “And out of that respect, I suggest there are alternative places to seek companionship.”
Renji’s eyes popped open once Byakuya pulled the napkin away. “Other… now wait a minute!!”
Two soft dabs on Renji’s chin later Byakuya nodded. “Yes.”
Two crimson brown eyes couldn’t widen any more than they did that minute, the Kuchiki noble decided. His subordinate swallowed hard, his Adams apple bobbing up and down. Across the table, Byakuya laid his slender hand upon the callused one of his companion. Very slowly Renji turned over his hand so their palms aligned.
At that moment Renji’s breath stopped along with his heart. He barely dared to whisper, “Yer serious Taicho?”
Steel blue eyes angled up to his completely. With only a wisp of an expression that still spoke volumes Byakuya rumbled, “I assure you I am entirely serious, Renji. Now will you accompany to my sister’s wedding reception as proof of my intention?”
Renji wasn’t sure if he had heard his captain or not. It took a few seconds for the words to quite register. When he finally breathed again in a long puff he licked his lips as if to clear the words he would have said had this been a different outcome. “Y… yeah Taicho. That’d be ok with me.”
Releasing his hand, Byakuya gracefully leaned back so he could push his chair back. Renji watched him stand up only to turn his back to his subordinate. Yet Renji pushed away too, scrambling up so he could stand at Byakuya’s side. Once he stood shoulder to shoulder with the noble, Byakuya began to stride out of the room. Very briefly did the back of his hand brush past Renji’s at that moment. So when Renji gingerly slipped his hand into Byakuya’s he was stunned to feel the pressure of the noble’s fingers stiffly reaching for his.
It wasn’t the hard hitting passion of the shared bond with Orihime and Uryuu, but it was something he could sustain on his own. A nascent relationship existing beneath his nose that had room to grow into. Perhaps it was what he had wanted all along but not realized.
**
Back in the hotel room, Orihime pushed aside her hair and found the note sitting on her pillow. She almost cut her fingers slitting open the envelope. Next to her blankets and sheets rustled as her bleary eyed boyfriend rubbed the sleep aside and fumbled for his glasses. “Are you all right Orihime?”
“Renji’s gone,” she said simply, turning over to hand him the note. “Is it something we did wrong?”
Grasping the note from her Uryuu shoved his glasses more completely onto his face. His blue eyes darted back and forth reading the handwritten note on hotel stationary. “It says here that he’s gone to meet his Taicho for drinks in the lobby.”
“Then that’s a good thing,” Orhime mused, her lips twitching into a small smile.
“A very good thing,” murmured Uryuu quietly. Swallowing the lump in his throat he watched Orihime draw her knees up to rest her chin on them. The sheets fell around revealing her soft smooth skin.
“We did the right thing I think,” Orihime whispered, turning her head to her boyfriend. “Sharing ourselves? Even though it was only one time?”
“Sometimes it takes a spark to start a fire. Though I did not anticipate it would kindle and alight a new relationship the outcome is still favorable. Even though we both anticipated more intimacy?” Uryuu surmised, wrapping his arm around her.
“But I miss him,” she whispered softly.
“I know. As do I…” Uryuu confirmed, lying down. He pulled her to rest her head on his chest, covered with the Quincy scar. Lightly she traced her fingers along it.
“Uryuu?” Orihime said, breaking the silence.
“Mmm?”
“Can we maybe share a shower…” she began, sliding her hand along his chest.
“Of course,” Uryuu said quickly, turning his head to kiss her.
“And then we can go back and join the others now?” she added, face scrunched in worry. “I mean we made Renji happy, now we should make Rukia and Ichigo happy.”
“I was about to suggest that very thing, Orihime,” Uryuu confessed, sitting up.
Surprised filled his girlfriend’s face. “You were?”
“I was indeed,” Uryuu admitted. “Because of your very reason. Now the priority is celebrating the day though I don’t care much for large social gatherings.”
A smile spreading from ear to ear, Orihime bent to kiss him. Soon they would rejoin the reception and celebrate another union. Though it may have seemed selfish for them on one hand to indulge Renji, it was also a higher priority to give him the comfort and acceptance he desperately needed. Now they could fully participate in the joy of Rukia and Ichigo’s marriage without regret for their friend’s sense of loss of what could have been.
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