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A Shadow of What Was	By : katami Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 49594 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Author's Notes: AnsemMesna, Grimmjow's hatred of water is a little more complex. He is descended from a panther type Hollow so he naturally has a certain dislike of water; but a large part of his fear and the violence of his reaction is a direct result of Aizen/Tousen attempting to drown him. There is a reason dunking has been used as a torture technique for centuries.

Ryn, there will be Jyuushiro, Shunsui, Grimmjow smut if I can help it.

Irana, anything you wish you write will be greeted with squeals of joy from me. And believe me, Aizen's death seems to be on everyone's wish list.

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Ulquiorra sipped at the wine Byakuya had poured for him, a concession from the noble for his dislike of tea, and stared at the man's moonlit gardens. They were once more in Byakuya's private rooms, their food had been cleared away, leaving them sitting close and sharing a glass of wine. It was pleasant, thought Ulquiorra, who had found himself telling the Shinigami far more than he ever intended of life in Hueco Mundo; and in return he had found the other man making minute but significant changes to help put him at ease. The former Fourth still found himself marveling over the consideration, since no one had ever done anything to accommodate him before. And the thought that someone like Kuchiki Byakuya would even worry about what might please him was both touching and intoxicating.

A cool hand caressed his cheek, drawing his attention back to the man at his side. The tiniest hints of a smile played on Byakuya's lips and Ulquiorra found himself satisfied by it. "You are pleased," he murmured softly to the noble.

"I'm still amused by the notion of you bringing me flowers," purred Byakuya, a wicked glimmer in his eyes. Oddly that glint left a the former fourth Espada warm rather than cold; there was nothing malicious or threatening in the look, only heat and gentle laughter.

"The captain of the Eighth insisted that they were necessary," Ulquiorra told him again, blushing faintly at the memory. He had begun the evening by thrusting a dozen pink roses at the captain of the Sixth, having been told that flowers, and specifically roses were a vital part of the courtship ritual.

Byakuya had taken the flowers with a smile and soft chuckle before kissing him. The kiss alone convinced the Arrancar that the flowers had been worth the annoyance if not the embarrassment. He was learning to savor the soft kisses the Shinigami captain pressed upon him, just as he was learning to enjoy the careful touches. No one had ever touched him so, like he was delicate and precious, something beautiful.

"Perhaps not so much necessary, but the gesture was much appreciated," whispered Byakuya, leaning forward to bridge the distance between them and brushing their lips together in a gentle kiss.

When he moved to pulled away Ulquiorra followed, unable to help himself. A quiet murmur of encouragement came from Byakuya's throat as Ulquiorra shyly brushed his tongue against the other man's lips. He groaned softly when Byakuya pulled away and plucked the wine glass from his hand, setting it aside, before once more kissing him. Byakuya's tongue touched his and the Shinigami's hands slid around him, gentle and secure, one tangling in his hair and one around his waist, urging him closer.

Ulquiorra moved slowly nearer, his own hands going hesitantly to the noble's shoulders, unsure of just what was allowed or expected of him. He could feel the warmth of the Shinigami all around, holding him tight but somehow not forcing, not demanding. One hand left Byakuya�s shoulder to gently caress the other man�s dark hair. The nobleman had neglected his Kenseikan and left his hair unbound, and Ulquiorra savored the silken feel of it under his fingers.

Byakuya�s hand slid over his mask and gripped his horn, gently angling his head to deepen their kiss. Ulquiorra moaned in soft approval, his tongue sliding against the Shinigami�s and exploring his mouth. They traded long deep kisses only pausing for air but quickly falling back into each other, neither one willing to stop.

Ulquiorra paused as he felt a gentle pressure leaning him back, green eyes fluttering open and his tongue stilling in its passionate duel with Byakuya�s. The nobleman pulled back, smoldering gray eyes searching his face carefully. �Not all right?� Byakuya asked him softly. �Your reiatsu fluctuated,� the nobleman explained when Ulquiorra stared at him, wondering how the other man had sensed his uncertainty.

�I did not�being held down or pressed down is�I do not find the sensation pleasant,� he finally explained quietly. He had not fought back the way Grimmjow had, but he had been held down and forced enough that the sensation of a body over his was disconcerting.

Byakuya�s expression softened even as something dark and angry sparkled in his eyes for a moment, and a long fingered hand gently caressed his cheek. �Do you wish to stop? We could walk in the garden or I could search for the book of poetry you wished to examine,� suggest the captain of the Sixth gently, clearly wishing to put him at ease. The Arrancar felt that tiny flutter in his chest, the one that had been becoming ever more frequent since he'd begun his relationship with the captain, and felt his tension slip away.

Byakuya would not hurt him, he knew that, was confident of that one point at least.

Ulquiorra shook his head, he had no desire to end their evening or put a halt to their amorous explorations. The smile his gesture earned from Byakuya was small but achingly tender and warmth suffused the smaller man.

"Perhaps this would be better?" Strong hands settled at his hips and lifted him, resettling him across the Shinigami's lap. Ulquiorra considered the new position, it put him at nearly equal height with the captain and while he was in the man's lap Byakuya's hands were loose against him, barely touching him. He gave the other man a tiny smirk and pressed their lips together again, tangling his fingers in dark hair.

Byakuya groaned and eagerly returned his kiss, hands gently drifting over his body. Ulquiorra made a soft noise of protest when the noble's lips left his and trailed over his jaw. The protest became a sigh as teeth closed gently on a spot on his neck, not hard enough to break the skin but sending a small burst of pleasure through him. Byakuya licked and sucked at the spot, marking his pale throat and drawing a tiny shiver of lust from the Arrancar.

Long fingers caressed his throat and Ulquiorra stiffened and gasped as they brushed his Hollow hole. Byakuya paused, his fingers still pressing into the edge of the hole, watching him for some hint as to whether the touch was welcome. Ulquiorra swallowed, the small movement shifting his flesh against those fingers and forcing him to bite back a whimper of pleasure. He had never felt anything like the white hot electricity that seemed to shoot through him when Byakuya touched his hole.

"Good?" asked the nobleman gently, lifting his fingers but not entirely removing them.

"Very good," whispered Ulquiorra with a shaky nod.

"Should I stop?"

Ulquiorra didn't even pause to think, simply tugged Byakuya's hand back to his collar and the Hollow hole, kissing the noble fiercely. He felt more than heard the Shinigami's chuckle but didn't care, not with those fingers skillfully tracing the edge of his hole or gently dipping inside. He cried out as warm lips brushed his hole, the sensation startling in its intensity. His hands tangled in Byakuya's hair and even Ulquiorra couldn't have said if it was to stop the noble or urge him for more. A wet tongue traced the edge of the Hollow hole making him gasp and shiver. The Shinigami paused to consider him for a moment, gray eyes filled with satisfaction, before he leaned forward and licked the inner edge, earning another sharp gasp from Ulquiorra as his cock throbbed and his whole body burned.

"Byakuya, please," he choked, hips rocking against the other man's, desperate for friction, for release, for some end to the tension coiling ever tighter inside him.

One long-fingered hand fell to his hip, stilling his motions and drawing a soft whine from him. "It's alright. Just let it come," soothed Byakuya before leaning forward to suck gently on the sensitive flesh. Ulquiorra stiffened, his focus narrowing sharply to the ache in his groin and the nearly transcendent pleasure radiating from his chest. Teeth closed firmly on the upper edge of the Hollow hole and Ulquiorra felt himself shattering. Pleasure washed away all else and left him draped limply against Byakuya.

The noble petted him and gently kissed his hair, his face, his mask, any part of him his lips could reach. "Beautiful," whispered Byakuya, gray eyes meeting green and pinning him. The Arrancar murmured and brushed his lips tiredly against Byakuya's, amazed that the noble made no move to take his pleasure or press for anything more. He could feel the other man's arousal straining the front of his robes but Byakuya seemed content to do nothing more than kiss and comfort him.

"You?" he asked gently, not sure how phrase his inquiry, not even sure how to begin. No one in Las Noches would have given another pleasure without expecting reciprocation and for most even that was unnecessary - why reciprocate when an underling could be forced?

Byakuya made a pleased murmured, tongue trailing over his bone mask and drawing a faint shiver from the smaller man. "I am quite content to have watched you," purred the captain of the Sixth. Green eyes regarded the noble skeptically for a moment, wheels turning in his head as Ulquiorra tried to puzzle out the subtleties of a situation he had never been in or thought to be in. Byakuya respected him, was patient with him, and asked for nothing. He gave a tiny nod as he reached his decision - the other man asked for nothing, but he deserved far more.

He slid gracefully from the nobleman's lap to the floor, glancing up to meet curious gray eyes. Ulquiorra gave a tiny smirk and carefully went to work on the ties of the Shinigami captain's robe. "That's not necessary," Byakuya told him softly.

"And if I wish to?" murmured Ulquiorra. Byakuya gave him a single, small nod, hands settling gently at his sides, a silent promise that he could do whatever he wished with no interference from the Shinigami. The ex-Espada felt a tiny smile pull at his lips and gently parted the clothe.

Byakuya's cock was like the rest of him, graceful and beautiful, rising from dark curls. Ulquiorra leaned forward, tongue slipping out to gently touch the other man's tip, his eyes glued to Byakuya the entire time. The Shinigami made no move to touch him and there was only arousal and affection in those storm cloud colored eyes. The taste was different than he remembered, different from an Arrancar, and Ulquiorra felt himself relax slightly. He could do this. This was nothing like before.

He took the head of Byakuya's cock in his mouth, sucking lightly, tongue swirling around it. Gray eyes slid closed and a soft sigh slipped from the noble's lips. Ulquiorra made a soft sound of pleasure, letting himself take more of Byakuya's shaft into his mouth, his hands gently caressing what he couldn't swallow.

Tension filled that elegant frame as he applied himself to pleasuring the other man. Slender hips strained not to thrust and long fingers clenched and unclenched, a tiny sound coming from the Shinigami as he sped his movements. Ulquiorra cautiously took one hand, brushing it against his cheek as he slid back up until just the tip of the other man's cock rested on his tongue. A soft groan slid from between noble lips and strong fingers gently brushed through his hair. Ulquiorra groaned, unable to believe how arousing it was to feel Kuchiki Byakuya straining under him, allowing him to do whatever he wanted. A second hand joined the first, not holding, merely tangled in his hair, and Ulquiorra made a pleased sound, swallowing Byakuya as far as he could.

He made a soft sound of annoyance as Byakuya dragged his head up, kissing him hard and fast, as he finished himself with a few quick strokes. Ulquiorra panted, staring at the other man, his hair mussed, his robes open, color high on his sculpted cheeks. The Arrancar couldn't think of anything more beautiful than Kuchiki Byakuya at that moment until gray eyes slid open and locked with his.

"Beautiful," he murmured softly, drawing a sated smile from the noble. The Shinigami pulled him close and kissed him again and Ulquiorra gave a soft sigh.

"Forgive me for bothering you, Nii-sama, but I was told..." Kuchiki Rukia's voice cut across the tranquility that release had brought them and Ulquiorra felt Byakuya go rigid. They turned together, green eyes and gray taking in the horrified shock on the vice captain of the Fifth's face as she stared at them from the doorway.
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