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Ways of Binding [Chapter 5 Is Up!]	By : gogochan Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 6338 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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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: Kuchiki taichou
invokes a way of binding spell on Renji in order to teach the feisty redhead
about discipline. Right. As if that's going to get said redhead to behave...

Hello readers-made-of-awesome. Thank you SOOO much for your reviews. Definitely NOT giving up on this fic.
Gogo went from being a grad student to a professor this semester and things
just got BUSY. Beyond that, gogo is also co-modding a Bleach BDSM community at LJ as well as an AU
Bleach rp and... Well, there's always real-life, too�
But, this fic is so special to me and will be updated
again soon. That said, the bulk of gogo's other
writing is on LJ. Lots of Bleach and even some uke!Bya (at least one reviewer has asked for that). Will
include links at the bottom of this chapter. xoxo~

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The restraining spell wasn�t meant to be painful, but, under certain
circumstances, it could get rather�uncomfortable. Renji was free to think, but
he couldn�t blink, relax, shift, or speak. Though the fragrant smoke from the
candle now tickled his nose something fierce, he couldn�t sneeze or cough.

Unless forcibly moved or manipulated, every muscle, bone, and sinew would
remain stuck in that position until the spell was lifted�including his raging
hard-on.

The demon silks that bound his body also constricted his reiatsu, reducing his
normal flow of energy to a mere trickle.

Byakuya�s first encounter with the mid-level demon art spell was at the tender
age of seven, when his crafty nanny decided she�d had more than enough of his
insolence. Even then, he should have recognized the mumbled incantation as a
kidou spell. He just hadn�t expected a servant
to possess any significant shinigami powers. The experience gave him a new
respect for the old hag, and sparked a life-long interest in the
more arcane uses for kidou.

He turned (flipping his hair, of course) and sauntered across his office,
confident that the cocky redhead wasn�t going anywhere. After a few steps, he
disappeared from Renji�s field of vision.

�Oi!!�
Renji tried hollering, but the sound was nothing more than a dull echo in his
mind. �Can�t fuckin� move! Way of fuckin� binding 21?
Don�t remember learning that one at the Academy. Did ya
make that shit up?�

Meanwhile, Byakuya was dragging a heavy wooden chair toward the front of the
desk. He positioned the chair about five feet away from Renji and gave the
ornately carved back a pseudo-affectionate pat.

�Been in the Kuchiki clan for six generations,� he murmured, arching one
sculpted eyebrow suggestively.

�What�s this teme gonna do now?� Renji wondered. �Weren�t we jus� kissing? What the fuck happened to the kissing?�

One could almost imagine Byakuya humming to himself, if he were the type to do
that sort of thing. Instead, arched eyebrows and the occasional little smirk
were about as close to humming as the reserved aristocrat was likely to get.

Renji had to admit this whole spirit-silk-bondage thing was kinda
kinky. And while he could totally see the untouchable lord getting off through
a kink that kept his partner�s hands and mouth at bay, Renji couldn�t forget
the other time Kuchiki taichou
invoked a bakudou spell against him. The kidou master
had once again skipped the incantation, immobilizing Renji with bakudou 61 mere seconds before Senbonzakura�s
bankai invaded his flesh.

Suddenly, the lusty redhead stopped fearing for the comfort of his tortured
hard-on and started fearing for his life.

�He�s gonna kill me for real this time�� he thought.
�An� I�m stuck. Can�t event fight! Aw hell� Move, dammit,
move, move, move!� Renji willed
himself to counter the spell as his oppressor/taichou began prying his rigid
fingers away from the desk.

�Do not struggle,� Byakuya warned, his voice as even
and impassive as ever, �unless you wish for more discomfort��

Right now, Renji had all the discomfort he needed, thanks to the porcelain
skin, angelic features, and long, graceful neck that were much closer than they
needed to be for the task at hand. As much as he yearned to break the binding
spell and gather this living sculpture into his arms, he now believed that
touching the great noble was the akin to signing his own death warrant.

The willowy Kuchiki grabbed the larger man by the shoulder and hip, and, with a
huff, hoisted him off the desk, depositing him rather unceremoniously on the
armless chair. Though Renji�s posture was far from perfect, it was enough to
keep him �sitting pretty.�

Byakuya raked Renji�s long bangs back and over to one side, freeing his eyes
from the curtain of hair and exposing more of his jagged tattoos. Next, he
grasped Renji�s chin and jerked it forward so that the immoveable gaze was
trained somewhere around his chest.

�This will never do,� Byakuya thought. He covered Renji�s eyes with the pads of
his index and middle fingers, and applied the slightest amount of kidou-charged
reiatsu. As soon as he pulled away, the unblinking eyes began to move freely,
though the eyelids stayed put.

The sly taichou glided out of Renji�s field of vision once more. This time, the
redhead distinctly heard the sharp click and snap of the dual lock on taichou�s
door.

�He jus� locked the damn door now?�
Renji hollered at himself. �But, what if�?�

Before he could complete that thought, his distinguished leader swooped back to
his side of the desk, sitting down comfortably as if the entire situation was
business as usual.

Byakuya proceeded to gather the mess of paperwork, smoothing any wrinkled
pages, and checking to make sure all were properly notarized. He gave one of
those delicate little sighs and turned his full attention to a lengthy report
from another division.

�Paperwork?
You are fuckin� insane!�
Renji howled silently at his placid taichou. He cringed internally as the angry
howl reverberated in his ears. He couldn�t utter a sound, but his body reacted
as though he was actually shouting.

In fact, every sound was amplified. No�not just sound. Scent�. The candle�the
spicy sweetness that he usually loved now smelled irritatingly pungent. Sight�.
He could see miniscule scuffs and scratches on the heirloom desk that would
normally be all but invisible to the naked eye. Taste�that one would surely
have its pros and cons�. Perhaps it
was a good thing Renji couldn�t move his tongue.

But touch�.. Gods�touch�. He
could feel every piece of spirit silk pulling and tugging against his raw skin.
When Kuchiki taichou had grasped his chin, he could have sworn he felt the
man�s fingerprints. And now, every little bead of sweat that collected on his
forehead or hovered in between his shoulder blades threatened to completely
overwhelm his senses. So, the spell restricted movement, while amplifying all
of his senses. Brilliant�yet so, so unfair�.

�Ya know? This could be fuckin�
fun!� Renji fumed. �I can feel these bindings pullin�
against my damn cock! This could be
so hot.��

�Discipline, Renji.�� A detached, markedly bored voice
cleanly sliced into his fervid thoughts. Byakuya continued scanning the report.
Renji glanced up and then quickly averted his eyes. He really needed to blink.
His eyes were starting to tear and, bloody
hell, he did not want taichou to think he was fuckin� crying.

��Just a modicum of discipline,� the smooth voice continued. �I have neither
threatened nor harmed you. I have simply�immobilized you. Even in such a
condition, you cannot sit still and remain quiet for five minutes?�

Byakuya calmly put another page of the report face down on his desk. �I can
hear the timber of your voice� This kidou allows me to hear your thoughts...�
He glanced over the multi-page report to watch anxious auburn eyes deepen to a
dark, bloody garnet.

�Again, so responsive,� the quietly kinky heir thought. �That sanguine color
is�appealing.�

His strategically indifferent gaze returned to the paperwork, though he was
only pretending to read the long document. �Rather, I can sense your
frustration. Though, do trust that I can
hear your inner diatribes�if I so choose. Currently, I am holding out for a bit
of peace and quiet�.�

That shut Renji up.

�This is almost pleasant,� Byakuya said after a few minutes of true silence.
Truth be told, the gutsy fukutaichou had given up his rants to focus on the
embarrassing dribble of drool that threatened to leak out the corner of his
mouth. Renji could do nothing about the beads of sweat that stung his eyes, nor the flush of tears that immediately followed. Yet, he
was almost convinced that if he just kept concentrating, he�d be able to coax
his throat into swallowing�. It would be a small victory, but a victory
nonetheless.

�Mmmm�� Byakuya turned his head to contemplate some
imaginary speck on the far wall. �I have, on rare occasions, considered moving
your desk into this office.� The elder�s voice was flat and impersonal, as if
he was simply commenting on the weather or reminding himself of an upcoming
meeting. �Having you nearby would allow me to better supervise your
administrative responsibilities...�

No need for Renji to raise his tattooed eyebrows in surprise; they were already
stuck in that position. He lifted his bleary eyes to study the pale, serene
profile.

�Bull fuckin� shit,� he scoffed, soundlessly. �An� I
don� care if you can hear this, taichou. Somehow, ya
missed me training for bankai. You missed my battles in the Living World. Missed when I went one on fuckin� one
with the Arrancar. Ya
sent me off to Hueco Mundo
with a cape and blank stare, knowing
I�d give my life yet again to save yer little
sister�if it fuckin� came down to that.�

�But in the six years I�ve been your fukutaichou,� he snarled, indeed hoping
that taichou would �hear� him. �Not once have
you missed me skimpin� or rushin�
through bloody ass paperwork!�

This passionate �internal outburst� caused the silky spirit bindings to
automatically tighten.

It was curious�no, it was uncanny�how
the invisible bindings had managed to wrap so securely around his swollen,
aching cock and tightened sac. He could feel them constricting over that thick,
pulsing vein, and rubbing back and forth across the sensitive spot just beneath
the delicate tip. Somehow, the demon bindings had wrapped not just around his
balls, but in between them�lifting, separating, and squeezing them in a way
that made the poor redhead want to moan and scream simultaneously. Renji�s
tortured member was now positively weeping
pre-cum. The feel of the sticky fluid trickling down the inflamed tip of
his manhood nearly drove him insane.

�And�� Byakuya continued dryly, paying no mind to the waves of frustration and
carnal need pouring out of the younger man. �Your immediate presence would make
the work day more�interesting.�

The cool captain cast a quick glance at his fuming fukutaichou. �I find your
appearance to be�pleasing,� he said, voice steady, eyes aloof.

�Nani?!�
Whether or not taichou was �listening��and, who knows, maybe he was bluffing
about that whole �I can hear your thoughts� shit�he read Renji�s reaction loud
and clear. For a brief moment, those flinty eyes ignited with a curious, almost
devious, desire. It was the same smoldering fire that burned in Byakuya�s eyes
whenever he and Renji sparred.

�Prince Privacy wantin� to share
his office wit� me?� Renji thought. �Cuz he
likes lookin� at me? Hell, no. An� not like I believe a word of it. Stupid kenseikan
thingy�s been tuggin� on his pretty head for one too
many centuries. Crazy baka! RIP Cap�n
Kuchiki. Hello, Cap�n Mindfuck!
Che� An� what does that make me? Abarai
fucked-in-the-head fukutaichou� OUCH!!�

The kidou bindings tightened once more, though, this time they felt less like
silk scarves and more like rough, coarsely woven ropes as they dug into his
over-sensitized flesh.

�However�� Byakuya didn�t miss a beat. �Hearing you is an entirely different
matter. I prefer to work in relative quiet. You possess a consummate need to
make as much noise as possible. �

The Kuchiki emitted one of those �what am I to do with you?� sighs, made all
the more cynical by the pernicious gleam in his eyes.

�As tempting as it may be, I cannot bind and gag you every time I desire a
period of tranquility.� The toneless voice yielded nothing, but Renji knew he
was being mocked.

�And so we come back to self-control and discipline��

�Feh. Yer
tactics are all wrong, taichou,� Renji mentally cut him off. �Cuz I clearly remember bein�
quiet as damn mouse when I snuck in here an� watched you finger fuck that
candle.�

�An� I recall keepin� mostly quiet when you kissed me, give or take a moan or two.
Which, as I remember, you seemed to like hearin� at
the time�� In his mind, Renji was throwing it right back in the Kuchiki�s
pretty face.

�So, if ya want me to shut up and sit still like a
good lil� doggie, maybe ya
need to put down that damn paperwork, an� come over here, an� touch me. C�mon, taichou�" He tried
to sound sexy, but by this point he was nearly pleading. "Throw me a
frickin� bone, if ya
know what I mean�.�

Byakuya tilted his head to look directly at Renji. His platinum eyes widened
and his lips twisted into a self-righteous sneer. �Touch you?�

His voice was low and insinuating. �In light of your transgressions and our
subsequent discussion about discipline�what makes you think you�deserve�to be touched, Abarai
fukutaichou? Do you really think I would reward
such a pathetic lack of self control?�

Well. How �bout that? Taichou really could
�hear� Renji�s thoughts. Which meant he�d probably been
�listening� the whole time.

Oh crap�

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