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A Modern Courtship	By : crunchysalad Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Byakuya/Renji Views: 7953 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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A/N: I actually finished writing this fic awhile ago, but haven't posted it because I kind of hate these last two chapters. But I'm kind of stuck in a rut when it comes to this story, so figured it was better to post the chapters instead of making people wait indefinitely for an ending that might never come. Maybe one day I'll go back and rewrite them, but most likely not. Expect the last chapter soon (maybe in a week). There are some other fics that I want to post, then I'll give the last chapter one more proofread and post it.
Thank you satterb, YamanashiOchinashiIminashi, qwerty, Anon, and kai_cg for reviewing! It's nice to know that you guys are following and enjoying this thing. I'm sooo sorry to make you wait this long, but the next chapter will be here soon!
Chapter Seven
Byakuya wasn't sure what exactly he was doing. When Renji had confessed to him, he had panicked. He was still in a confused state after what had happened in the dream world, and he still felt unbelievably guilty that he had used Renji in such a tawdry way. Fantasizing about having sex with the other man, even if it was the fault of the arrancar, seemed a vulgar betrayal. But the worst thing about the whole affair was the fact that he allowed himself to become trapped. What happened just reinforced his old mantra in his mind: it was best to make rational decisions, not emotional ones.
But he knew that Renji wouldn't understand that. Renji lived his life based on his emotions, the confession itself was proof enough of that. It was one of the things that drew Byakuya to the other man. The sheer passion and conviction he must have to live his life the way he wanted to. So Byakuya had thought up an excuse that he knew Renji would understand, and those wretched words had slipped out of his mouth: you're not good enough.
He regretted it as soon as he had said it. He regretted it because as soon as he had said it, something in Renji had seemed to crumble away, and all that was left was all the insecurities that he usually hid. It had been heart wrenching to see, and had left Byakuya speechless. Then Renji had left, and Byakuya hadn't even had the chance to say anything back.
But really, Byakuya thought, wasn't it for the best?
Of course, now Byakuya had had to call some meetings of the four noble families in order to prevent being a liar in front of Yamamoto. Which was fine, as they were in need of them anyway. It's just that there were other things Byakuya would rather be doing with Aizen on the loose.
At any rate, at least it was a distraction from Renji, who Byakuya had to admit he had still been thinking of much too often. He had thought that rejecting the man would have helped with that, but it didn't seem to be the case. Renji still lingered in his mind, along with a vague sense of guilt over what Byakuya had said.
Byakuya stood up from where he had been sitting on the bed, having his hair and kensaiken attended to by his servants. The voluminous fabric of his royal purple robes shifted around him as his servants came around to drape a matching haori over his shoulders. It was made of a silk much more expensive than that of his captain's haori and was emblazoned on both sides, in the finest gold thread, with the Kuchiki family emblem.
Appropriately dressed, Byakuya was ready for court. In too short of a time he was there, making his way through the richly lacquered halls where members of the four noble houses liked to congregate and gossip. Various people, some of whom he knew and some of whom he didn't, greeted him as he walked by, and he nodded back as he passed. Soon he had come to the great hall and took a seat at one of the four cushions at the front. Other nobility had already filled the seats around them, but Byakuya was the first of the heads to have arrived.
Just a few minutes later, though, the door was opening with a clatter. Byakuya looked over to see, of all people, Yoruichi being dragged in kicking and screaming by no less than four people. Byakuya assumed it was only the fact that they were helpless servants that prevented Yoruichi from hurting them to get away.
"I told you," Yoruichi was saying, "I'm not coming back, I have no intention of resuming my post as head of the clan."
"Yoruichi-sama, please behave appropriately. We are in court."
After a short scuffle Yoruichi was seated on the cushion as her servants scurried away. There was a scowl on her face that pleased Byakuya to no end, and she looked decidedly uncomfortable in the yards of hand-painted silk that swathed her.
"I can't believe," Byakuya began, turning up his nose a little bit, "that the Shihoin family would actually want you back. You would think they would be elated were you to run away again."
"Don't you worry that pretty little head of yours," Yoruichi teased back, "I'm not planning on sticking around after this meeting. Although it is a treat to see you all done up again, Byaku-chan. I haven't seen you like this since. . . hmm. . . I guess it was your coming of age ceremony. When you were throwing up in the bathroom because you were so nervous."
Byakuya paled at the memory. "I was young then, and more susceptible to the whim of my emotions."
Yoruichi was chuckling softly, a sound that Byakuya had always despised.
"Sure, sure," she said. "I'm sure you would never let something like that happen now. Still, I miss the old Byakuya. You're not as cute now as you were then."
"And you are as just as insufferable as ever," Byakuya countered, inwardly seething as Yoruichi laughed. There was just something about the woman that always managed to infuriate him so.
"Oh, Byaku-chan, don't be like that. You must have missed me while I was away, at least a little."
"Not at all," Byakuya replied, growing tired of this conversation. He hoped the other heads would get there soon so he could end it.
"But who have you had to play with? Poor, friendless Byakuya. I'm sure that even you get lonely."
"Better to be alone than suffer the company of fools."
"Is that so?" Yoruichi asked, the teasing tone in her voice only increasing. "In that case, why are you receiving clandestine midnight visits from a certain redheaded vice-captain?"
Byakuya's head snapped to the side with the question, eyes wide yet set in an angry glare. "How did you know about that?"
Yoruichi looked momentarily shocked by Byakuya's reaction, but it passed soon enough, that sly smile back in place. "Every one knows about it, Byakuya. It's been the talk of court all morning. Apparently someone saw Renji sneaking into the Kuchiki estate."
Byakuya felt a flare of panic before he pushed it down and composed himself. "That's nothing of consequence. After all, Renji is my vice-captain. He was calling as a matter of business."
"That's what I figured," Yoruichi replied, "until I saw your reaction right now. So, Byakuya, care to tell me what's really going on between you and Renji?"
"Hardly," Byakuya muttered back. "As though I would share anything with you."
"Yeah? You got someone else you can share with? Someone you can talk to?"
Byakuya gave Yoruichi a long sideways glare before turning back to face the front. The woman looked all too amused at the situation, and Byakuya had no intention of encouraging her. Besides, the other two heads were there, which meant they could start the meeting. Byakuya settled into his seat as the meeting began and pushed any thoughts he had of Renji out of his head.
As soon as the meeting was over Yoruichi was quick to stand up, no doubt eager to leave before her family retainers were able to get ahold of her again. Byakuya watched as her robes fell away from her body, leaving a puddle of silken cloth on the floor. She was dressed in a sleeveless top and leggings that came only to her knees, and Byakuya was surprised to see that one of her arms and one of her legs was bandaged.
"Arrancar attack," Yoruichi said, not missing Byakuya's inquisitive glance. "In Karakura Town. Who do you think told Old Man Yamamoto about it? Now, if you don't mind, I'll be making my escape back to the human world."
Yoruichi made to leave, but then she stopped, turning back to wink at Byakuya.
"By the way, I think Renji would actually be a lot of good for you. Don't screw it up, kid."
Byakuya frowned as Yoruichi disappeared into nothingness. He then stood himself and made his way back to his estate, in order to get dressed and return to his captain's duties. Which, right now, consisted of performing the duties of the Central 46 with a few of the other captains while finding suitable people to replace them.
Once he was back in the Central 46 chambers, though, Byakuya's work proved inadequate at keeping thoughts of Renji at bay. And now those thoughts were tempered even more by Yoruichi's words. The fact that Yoruichi approved of Renji only reinforced to Byakuya that he had done the correct thing in rejecting him. But every time he would think that he would also think of the way Renji had looked when he had done it, at that wretched expression on his face.
And once Byakuya's work was done for the day and he headed back to his home, thoughts of Renji all too easily pushed their way to the forefront of his mind. It was driving him insane. He spent an hour practicing his calligraphy in a vain attempt to focus on something else, but ended up tossing his pen across the room in frustration when it didn't work. And Yoruichi had been right about at least one thing: there was no one Byakuya could talk to about this.
Byakuya frowned as he looked down at the off-white paper in front of him, marred by less than perfect strokes of black ink. What was he thinking. . . he didn't actually wish to discuss this with someone else, did he? He was more than capable of resolving his own problems.
Byakuya sat back as he thought it over. And he realized that he did need to resolve this, if he wanted to get Renji off his mind. He needed to apologize, explain that he had panicked, and then make up a less hurtful lie why they couldn't be together. Perhaps he would tell Renji that he was betrothed to be married again. Byakuya shook his head. . . no, no, that was an awful idea. Perhaps he would just explain the remark he had made. He would say that it wasn't he himself who thought Renji wasn't good enough, it was the elders in his family. And he would say that he himself found Renji to be a more than capable warrior and impressive man. That would surely bolster Renji's self-confidence back to healthy levels, would it not?
Looking up at the sky, Byakuya saw that while it was dark it was not yet too late. He could resolve this soon enough, if he wanted to. The Kuchiki estate had its own private senkaimon, after all, and it could hardly be difficult to find Renji in the area known as Karaukura Town.
A few days later, Byakuya finally had some time to go see Renji. He waited until he was done with work and it was dark to head towards his private senkaimon. In no time at all he was walking through that familiar divide between Soul Society and the human world, and then he was stepping back out into cold night air. Karakura Town lay spread out below him, peaceful at least for the moment. It was so strange that such a small city managed to attract such spiritual activity, though Byakuya wondered if it was Kurosaki Ichigo's mere presence that was the cause of that.
At any rate, Byakuya felt for Renji's spiritual energy, glad that the man was doing nothing to hide it. He followed it across the town, landing in front of a small storefront between what looked like the residential and commercial districts. "Urahara Shoten" was written in neat characters on a wooden side overhead its door. Byakuya recognized the name, of course. He had only met the man called Urahara a handful of times as a youth, but had heard enough about him from Yoruichi and Ginrei to know who the man was.
Byakuya made his way inside, sure that Urahara would not mind the intrusion. He walked through the shop proper and into the residential section of the building. After a small hallway he stepped into a dark living room, which he could see was open in the back to the backyard. And there he could see Renji, illuminated only slightly by the backyard lights. He was sitting on the back porch, back to Byakuya. And just a few feet away from him was Ichigo. Byakuya started to make his way towards them, even as their conversation started to drift back into the room.
"What are you doing here anyway?" Renji was asking. "Figured you and Rukia would be busy catching up on things or some shit like that."
"Are you kidding?" Ichigo answered. "Rukia's the reason I'm here. With her in the house, it's three against one. I can hardly get a word in edgewise with her and my sisters going on all the time."
"Yeah, can't say I feel sorry for you. Urahara's avoiding my questions like crazy, his kids-and why the hell does he have kids, anyway?-act like I'm some kind of freeloader, and I'm pretty convinced that Yoruichi is some kind of sadist."
"She does seem to enjoy making other people uncomfortable," Ichigo grumbled.
Byakuya felt some empathy for the other two men. So he wasn't the only one Yoruich was constantly teasing.
"Besides, man," Ichigo continued, "I wanted to find out what's up with you. You seem. . . different."
"I don't know what you're talking about," Renji replied, though from his tone of voice he must have known exactly what Ichigo was talking about.
"Yeah, right," Ichigo said, obviously not believing Renji any more than Byakuya did. "This wouldn't happen to be about a certain hardheaded captain is it?"
Byakuya froze. He knew that he should stop this habit of eavesdropping on Renji, but. . . despite his better intentions, he took a step into the shadows. Ichigo and Renji couldn't see him from where they were, but he could still see them. As an added precaution he hid his spiritual energy even more than he usually did, in case one of the typically oblivious men was having a perceptive night.
"Oh, come on," Renji said, "give him a break. He hasn't been so bad these days."
Byakuya frowned. Had he been that bad before?
"Yeah?" Ichigo asked. "And how are things between you two going? You making any progress with him yet? You did spend that romantic mission away, after all, from what Rukia told me."
"What? How? What did-"
Renji seemed genuinely surprised at Ichigo's questions, much to Byakuya's relief. It made him glad that Renji wasn't sharing information on his personal life with Ichigo. For some reason it irked Byakuya how close the two had become during the ryoka invasion, so it was nice to see that there were limits to that closeness.
"How did I know that you have a huge schoolgirl crush on Byakuya?"
"I wouldn't put it th-"
"Come on, Renji," Ichigo continued. "When we were training together he was all you could talk about. I'm willing to bet he was all you could think about. You're like some obsessed stalker."
"Again," Renji said, and it sounded as though it was coming out from gritted teeth, "that's not exactly the way I would put it."
Byakuya watched as Ichigo shrugged his shoulders, and as Renji's own shoulders heaved in a sigh.
"Man," Renji continued, "did every one know I was in love with him before I did? Am I really that big of an idiot that I couldn't realize it? Even he knew before I did."
That was not true, Byakuya thought.
"How do you know that?" Ichigo asked.
"He tried to stop me before I confessed to him, so obviously he knew what I was about to do. The bastard probably thought it wasn't worth saying anything about until I had to go and bring it out in the open, and even then he just wanted to pretend it never happened. He probably thought I was just some pathetic fool with a crush."
That wasn't how it happened at all, Byakuya thought, hands tightening at his side. That's not what he thought. Renji had it all wrong.
"So what are you going to do now?"
Now it was Renji's turn to shrug. "Put it behind me, I guess. What else am I supposed to do? It's just. . . knowing it's my only option doesn't make it any less hard."
"Maybe it's for the best," Ichigo said. "Maybe you just need to get over him already. I mean, you've been obsessing over him for years, haven't you?"
"Are you giving me relationship advice?" Renji asked. There was a teasing quality to his voice, a vast improvement over the morose tone he had been using before. "Cause from what I've heard, you've never had a girlfriend and freak out whenever you see a naked chick."
"And who said I was into girls?" Ichigo asked.
Byakuya froze. It sounded almost as though Ichigo were flirting. Byakuya's first impulse was to shunpoo onto the porch right then and there and interrupt Ichigo and Renji's conversation, but he was level-headed enough not to.
"Maybe you just need to do something to get your mind off him," Ichigo continued.
Byakuya's eyes narrowed as his fingernails dug into his palms. What activities was Ichigo refering to, exactly, to get Renji's mind off things?
". . . What exactly would you suggest?" Renji asked, and it was his tone of voice that really shocked Byakuya.
It sounded almost. . . interested.
And now the two men were sitting on the porch, staring at one another, a heavy silence filling the space between them. Byakuya felt like he was going to be sick. For someone who had professed to love him, Renji certainly didn't need very long to move onto someone else. He had made the right decision after all, Byakuya thought. He was right to reject Renji's advances. The other man obviously didn't care for Byakuya the way he had professed to. And here Byakuya had thought devotion was one of Renji's better points.
He didn't want to watch what happened next. He didn't think he could bear it. So he quickly turned, about to make his way out, when he felt himself colliding into another body.
"Why, if it isn't Byakuya!" came the sing-song, male voice. "I haven't seen you since your coming of age ceremony. I remember Yoruichi had to come out and tell everyone you were late because you were throwing up in the bathroom. What brings you here?"
Byakuya pushed Urahara away from him. Were Yoruichi's friends just as insufferable as she was? He was about to mumble some excuse and go, but then Urahara was grabbing his arm and pulling him towards the backyard.
"Hey, guys!" Urahara called. "Guess who I just found."
Ichigo and Renji looked back and up, both their eyes widening at the same time as they caught sight of Byakuya. Renji jumped up right after that, standing at attention.
"Taichou," he said, "is something wrong?"
"Yeah," Ichigo added, though the boy didn't have the manners to stand up at Byakuya's arrival. "Why are you here?"
Byakuya couldn't help but send Ichigo a small glare. Of course the ryoka wouldn't want him around. But then Byakuya realized that he didn't really have an excuse for being there.
"I just came to check up on the mission," Byakuya said. "And to get any reports of further Arrancar activity."
Ichigo raised an eyebrow at the explanation. "Isn't Toushirou reporting directly to Yamamoto about that?"
"I came to check on things personally, as the spiritual reception can be unstable. It is sometimes hard to hear all of Hitsugaya-sempai's report." That, from what Byakuya had heard, was true enough.
"Well, I can give you a report of everything going on, if you don't mind that it's not from Hitsugaya-taichou," Renji said.
Byakuya nodded, relieved. "If we could have a private place to discuss-"
"What's the rush?" Urahara asked. "You just got here. Let's have some sake and relax first."
Since when was Urahara holding those cups and sake bottle? Byakuya was going to protest, but every one was already moving to sit around the living room table, already getting into the spirit of things by the looks of it. Byakuya frowned to see Ichigo make himself comfortable right next to Renji. It didn't take long before three full sake cups and a bottle of coca-cola were sitting on the table, and Urahara was blinking up at Byakuya expectantly.
"Aren't you joining us?" he asked.
Byakuya seriously doubted that Urahara would let him go without drinking at least a little bit. He supposed that if he just sipped lightly on his cup for awhile, then ordered Renji to leave with him, it would be fine. He sat down opposite Renji and Ichigo and next to Urahara. The others resumed their conversation right away, and Urahara had no trouble joining in. Byakuya, on the other hand, could find nothing to add to the discussion, especially since they were speaking of matters that had occurred in the human world, matters of which Byakuya had no knowledge.
And he wasn't sure if it was his imagination or not, but it seemed as though every few minutes Ichigo would creep just a little bit closer to Renji.
Byakuya frowned into his sake, feeling at a loss. He didn't even know why they wanted him to stay, it's not as though he was adding anything by being there. After what had happened between them, he didn't think that Renji enjoyed his presence. Or maybe Ichigo wanted him there, in order to rub his closeness with Renji in Byakuya's face. Every other phrase from Ichigos mouth, after all, was "remember when we. . . " or "we had so much fun. . .," always with that damned pronoun.
Finally Byakuya couldn't take it anymore. He slammed his sake cup onto the table and stood. Though he didn't look at any of their faces, he imagined that Renji, at least, would be staring up at him with shock.
"Excuse me," he said. "I didn't come here to waste my time frivolously. I'll be leaving now."
And with that proclamation he turned and walked quickly out the door. He was right outside the Urahara Shouten when he withdrew his zanpakuto, intent on returning to Soul Society. It had been a mistake to come here. Renji was obviously enjoying his time with Ichigo, so there was no need for him to have been worrying about the man for all this time. He had been a fool to do so.
Byakuya had his arm half-raised to open the senkaimon when someone grabbed it and pulled it back down.
"Taichou, wait! I'm sorry we tried to make you drink with us. If you need a report, I'll make you one now."
Byakuya turned to glare at his vice-captain. "Remove your hand from my person, Renji."
Renji's eyes widened, but he did what he was told. His hand dropped to his side as he awaited further instructions from his captain.
"A report from you won't be necessary," Byakuya said. "It's obvious that you would rather spend your time galavanting with that ryoka. I can request a report from Hitsugaya or one of the others."
"But I'm right here," Renji said. "I'm more then capable of giving you a report right now."
"Wouldn't you rather get back to drinking with Kurosaki Ichigo?"
"What are you talking about?" Renji asked, looking genuinely confused. "If I didn't know better, I'd think you were jealous."
The words seemed to knock the breath from Byakuya's lungs. For a moment he couldn't think of what to say, but that was enough of a moment for realization and shock to pass over Renji's face. And then there was no denying it, not really, even as his lips started to craft their denial.
"Don't be preposterous," Byakuya said, but his words were cut off by the feeling of lips on his.
Byakuya took a step back, but it just made the situation worse. Not only did he find himself pressed against the wall as he did so, Renji only followed him, closing the space between them even more. Renji's arms came up to brace against the wall on either side of Byakuya's face, forming at least the illusion of a trap. They both knew that Byakuya could be free of this situation easily enough, if he wanted to be.
Byakuya parted his lips to protest, but that only gave Renji the opportunity to deepen the kiss, sliding his tongue inside. Byakuya gasped at the feeling of Renji's tongue inside his mouth. It sent a shiver through his body, that small act of intimacy something he had obviously missed. His hands tangled in the sleeves of Renji's kimono and couldn't help but start to kiss back. He wasn't sure if it was the stress of the last few days or the sake he had drank earlier, but he didn't have the mental fortitude to fight this.
Their mouths met, over and over again, in a clash of lips and tongue and teeth. It was so much better than in his dream, Byakuya thought. They were erratic, hot, passionate, everything that he would expect from Renji. And as they kissed their bodies pressed closer and closer together, until Byakuya could feel Renji's hardness press against his. He moaned at the contact, though it was a sound lost somewhere in the recesses of Renji's mouth. But they were outside, where anyone could see them, and putting aside everything else they shouldn't be doing this for that exact reason. Byakuya turned his face to the side, breaking the kiss.
"Renji," he started, surprised by how low and hoarse his voice had become.
But Renji was already interrupting him. "There's nothing between me and Ichigo. I'm not interested in anyone other than you."
"That's not the problem here," Byakuya said, and Renji was at least quick enough to catch on to what was.
"Come on," he said, and then he took Byakuya's hand as though it were the most natural thing to do.
Byakuya didn't protest, though he did frown lightly at the contact. It felt strange. It seemed almost more intimate than kissing, having their palms pressed together and fingers intertwined like this. Nevertheless, he let Renji lead him back into the house, avoiding the hallway leading to the living room and going down some other corridor instead. The house was bigger on the inside than it seemed from outside, and it took more time than Byakuya expected to arrive at their destination. But then they were there, Renji opening the door to lead him in to the small bedroom he must have been living in these last few days.
As soon as the door was shut behind them, Renji was reaching for him again. Their mouths met again as their hands grabbed at each other, at their clothes. A some point, and it happened in such a frenzy that Byakuya wasn't sure how it had occurred, they both fell naked onto the bed. Part of Byakuya was sure he shouldn't be doing this, but an even larger part of him didn't care. It felt too good just too feel Renji's skin against his, flushed and warm and real. And to feel Renji's cock against his thigh, hard and dripping. . . it made him feel good, somehow, to know that he was causing that reaction in the man.
Renji pushed Byakuya down onto the mattress, breaking their kiss as he got up. Then crept, eagerly, down the length of Byakuya's body. Byakuya stared up at the ceiling. His fingers clenched around the fabric of the sheets as he waited in anticipation, knowing what was to come next. And then he gasped as he felt a hot, wet mouth close around his erection.
It was too much. He hadn't had sexual relations with anyone since his wife had died. He had barely touched himself during all that time. And Renji had been the object of his fantasies for too long now. All Renji had to do was take him halfway into his mouth before he came, shooting semen down Renji's throat.
Byakuya couldn't have been more embarrassed. Renji was sitting up, wiping the side of his mouth with an errant piece of cloth. At some point his hair had come loose from its usual ponytail, and was hanging down in a thick curtain.
"I apologize," Byakuya said. He wasn't sure what the proper etiquette for premature ejaculation was, so that would have to suffice.
"Don't worry about it," Renji said, before laying down next to him. "I never thought I'd even get to go this far with you."
Byakuya pushed himself up into sitting position, and then bent over Renji slightly. He could see that the other man was still half-hard, and it was hardly fair to leave him like that. He started to move down Renji's body.
"Taichou," Renji said, his hand coming to rest on Byakuya's arm, "you don't have to-"
At Byakuya's warning glare, Renji let go and stopped protesting. Byakuya continued downward and Renji spread his legs to give him room. He nestled between them as he took a good look at Renji's cock, hanging half-hard from a nest of crimson red curls, with two small round balls hanging beneath them. It was big, Byakuya realized. Much bigger than he was willing to have inside him. He supposed that, were they to have anal sex, he would have to be the one to top.
But that wasn't in the cards for today, anyway. Byakuya leaned forward and licked a trail from the tip of Renji's cock to its base. He hadn't done this is an extremely long time, and felt a little lost and clumsy at it. In an almost hesitant move, he sucked the head of Renji's cock between his lips, then swirled his tongue around it. From the way Renji's breath hitched, he assumed he was doing at least adequately. As he licked and sucked his way down Renji's cock, he felt as it grew and hardened in his mouth. When it started to set off his gag reflex he paused, then he continued back down again.
Byakuya brought one hand to wrap around the base of Renji's shaft, well aware he wouldn't be able to deep throat it. Then he started to bob up and down on the length of Rennji's cock that was exposed, making sure that the tip of it hit the roof of his mouth every time it went in, for that added stimulation. Byakuya did, after all, remember a few tricks from his previous romantic encounters with men. After awhile he felt Renji tense beneath him.
"I'm coming," Renji warned, his voice alone sending shivers through Byakuya's body.
Byakuya pulled himself off Renji's cock, then pointed it at the redhead's stomach as he started to stroke it. He only had to stroke Renji a few times became he came with a cry, a few spurts of white, creamy liquid shooting out to coat his abdomen. A few lingering drops leaked out after that, dripping down over Byakuya's fingers.
The regret came almost instantly, a feeling of dread building in Byakuya's stomach as he looked at the pearly white drops on his fingers. In almost a daze let go of Renji's cock. What had he done? For now, though, he could only try to push those feelings down as he tried to get through the next few minutes. He reached for a nearby box of tissues and grabbed a few and handed them to Renji, then kept some for himself to clean off his hand. They cleaned up in silence, then sat in even more silence, before Byakuya started to reach for his clothes.
"I suppose I should go," he said, not sure of what else to say. "I'll have duties to attend to come morning."
"Yeah," Renji said, reaching for his own clothes. "I'll walk you outside."
They didn't say anything else as they got dressed and went outside, and then they were just standing there after Byakuya opened up his senkaimon, not sure how they were supposed to say goodbye. Byakuya looked up at Renji for just a moment, noting that there was a concerned expression on his face. He wasn't sure what to do about it, though. It was the easiest thing to fall back into routine.
"Good luck on the rest of your mission," Byakuya said. "I will see you when it is over."
"Yeah," Renji said, oddly listless. "Sounds good."
Byakuya frowned, but he didn't say anything further. He stepped through the senkaimon, looking back just once as it closed up behind him. Renji gave him an awkward little wave, and then he disappeared. Byakuya sighed. That trip had not been what he had expecting. That regret was growing stronger inside of him, and adding to it was a strange kind of uncertainty. He couldn't help but think that his actions had been a huge mistake, but what was done was done. He would just have to deal with the consequences, whatever they might be.
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