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A Shadow of What Was	By : katami Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 49594 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author's Notes: I will apologize for the absolutely horrible delay in posting. I can only point to family visits during the holidays *shudders*, contracting a cold (my dear brother at work), a severe case of writer's block and angst about my surgery as the causes. (It was a minor procedure on my knee and I am fine.)

We have sex. If the idea of yaoi bothers you or the idea of Byakuya and Ulquiorra unnerves you head for the hills (me, I would head for the heavy drugs because both of these boys are yummy and together...sorry, drool moment). Anyway, you have been warned.

On a slightly personal note I would like to take this opportunity to thank all the people reading this story. Today marks the one year anniversary of Shadow and I find myself looking back over the past year and the amazing time I have had working on this story as one of the best in my life. And I am truly humbled by the response this story has received - so thank you all.

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Ulquiorra closed the door on the captain of Eighth and the captain of the Thirteenth, not sorry to see either man depart. He hadn't understood their questions or reactions, but had kept the confusion to himself, sensing that giving voice to it would only upset them and anger Byakuya. The captain of the Sixth seemed to regard the things that he been done to him in Las Noches with a deep and abiding loathing, something that puzzled him as Byakuya had not known him then or done any of the things to him. Still, he would rather Byakuya not be annoyed when around him.

He turned back to the depths of his apartment, something in his chest tightening at the sight of Kuchiki Byakuya standing there politely waiting for him. The captain of the Sixth looked as he always did, calm and controlled, but under that Ulquiorra sensed a tension in him, a subtle nervousness to his movements and stance that was at odds with his normal self-assurance. He bridged the distance between them easily, shocked when Byakuya reached out and took his hand, holding it between his own larger warmer hands. Something tender passed across the Shinigami's face, something that was gone before Ulquiorra could even think of putting a name to it. It left him curious and longing however.

Byakuya lifted his hand, brushing his lips against his palm and Ulquiorra couldn't help but savor the small gesture of affection. He had worried that Kuchiki Rukia's disapproval would sour Byakuya to the idea of associating with him. "Your sister," the Arrancar began, only to be silenced as graceful fingers brushed against his lips.

"Any problem my sister has with this it just that - her problem. My only problem is in attempting to atone for last night," murmured the Shinigami.

Ulquiorra felt a tiny smile quirk his lips as he leaned into Byakuya's touch. He reached up to caress the other man's hair, wishing for a moment that it was loose. Byakuya had the most wonderful hair, it felt like silk and always seemed to carry the faint scent of cherry blossoms. "There is nothing you need to atone for." The small smile that bloomed on the other man's lips was nothing short of extraordinary and left a warm feeling in the Arrancar's chest.

Byakuya stepped closer and wrapped an arm around his waist, bending to brush their lips together. Ulquiorra arched into the brief touch, sorry when it was over, but still savoring the gentle affection in the gesture. He could feel the brush of the Shinigami's reiatsu against his own and the warmth that always seemed to radiate from the other man. Basking in Byakuya's warmth almost made him forget the cold of Las Noches. He turned his head, catching sight of the tray on the coffee table and smirking faintly. "You brought me a flower," he murmured with gentle amusement, fascinated by the single red rose.

"I did," agreed Byakuya with a tiny tilt of his lips. "I also brought you a book; but I thought you might appreciate the symbolism of the rose." Ulquiorra nodded, not understanding but suddenly much more curious about the flower. He hadn't examined the roses he had give to the Sixth division captain beyond a cursory inspection to insure that they were indeed the flowers the captain of the Eighth had said were needed. This flower was different; it was something Byakuya had gotten for him and the nobleman implied that it meant something. What did it mean and why convey the meaning through the offering of floral arrangements rather than words?

Ulquiorra watched with a tiny frown of confusion as the other man reached out for him with flower. Soft petals slid over his cheek their texture unlike anything he had ever felt. A delicate, sweet smell hit his noise and green eyes slid closed as he tried to lock the smell into memory. "A red rose is a symbol of love and beauty," Byakuya told him as the rose caressed his lips. The touch was almost like a kiss and he blinked down at the flower, earning a tiny whisper of laughter from Byakuya. A warm palm settled against his cheek as Byakuya leaned into to share a brief kiss with him. "You really are the most remarkable..." whispered the Shinigami before breaking off with a slight shake of his head, something close to wonder in his eyes.

"I cannot claim to love you, but I think that one day very soon I might. And I would very much like to." Ulquiorra blinked up at the nobleman, stunned. Some deeply buried part of him stirred at the idea though; instinct whispered dark promises of hunts no longer alone but with a mate at his side. He stared at the Shinigami fascinated by the sinister potential that seemed to spread out before him - death cloaked in elegance and beauty.

He opened his mouth to respond, to say something, anything - to find words to capture the nebulous vision that formed as instinct blended with reason. Fingers reached out for him and before he could stop himself he found his own hand wrapped firmly around that graceful wrist. Byakuya blinked at him for a moment before giving him the tiniest hint of smile. In a flash long fingers were digging bruisingly into his throat, tilting his head up. For the briefest of moments Ulquiorra thought he recognized the glitter in those stormy gray eyes, and then it didn't matter because Byakaya was kissing him hard and fast. He clutched at the front of the other man's robe, jerking him closer.

They kissed hungrily, tongues tangling as they dueled for control. Hands grasped and clawed as they stumbled deeper into the room. The bedroom door fell open under his hands and for one agonizing moment Ulquiorra wondered just what he was doing. He couldn't understand how he was allowing this, letting Byakuya touch him this way, or permitting what would undoubtedly come next; because surely there could be only one outcome to what was happening. The other man would expect more from him than what they had enjoyed last time, he would expect .

A warm palm caressed his cheek, startling him and drawing his gaze to the Shinigami, gray eyes filled with gentle affection and understanding met his. The fiery heat was still there, but it was banked and controlled, a warm hearth fire in the darkness rather than the scorching inferno he had thought it to be. "We shall go only as far as you allow, my word of honor. I won't hurt you, Ulquiorra. We can stop at any time." Ulquiorra gave the other man the tiniest of grateful smiles and laid his head on Byakuya's chest. The Shinigami's reiatsu closed around him, caressing him softly from head to toe with the silken touch of flower petals. The faint scent of cherry blossoms filled his nose, washing away everything but the man in his arms, the deadly elegant beauty.

He slid from the noble's arms with a tiny, meaningful glance at his lover, his eyes silently telling the other man that he trusted him, would believe in the promises he had made. A wondrously sweet smile curved Byakuya's lips and a fierce protectiveness seemed to spark to life under the passion. Ulquiorra stared at him curiously for a moment, not able to understand what the emotion was at first, and then hardly able to believe it. No one had ever wanted to protect him before. The idea that this beautiful, powerful man wanted to was both startling and intoxicating.

His eyes never leaving Byakuya's, he took the noble's hand and gently drew him into the bedroom. His calves hit the bed and Byakuya smiled at him, leaning in to kiss him softly before pushing him. He had just enough time to be shocked at the wicked smirk that flashed across the noble's face before he hit the bed and instinct had him moving to retaliate. He rolled backwards, getting to his knees and reaching out to grab the front of Byakuya's robes, pulling the noble forward and unbalancing him.

Byakuya's laughter filled the room, soft and husky, startling him and giving the Shingami a change to roll onto his back and grab him in return. They end up tussling, rolling around the bed, and Ulquiorra couldn't understand how something so reminiscent of his fights in Las Noches could feel so utterly different. There was nothing threatening or violent in what they were doing, only the breathless eagerness of wrestling combined with some strange sense of whimsy. It made him wonder if this wasn't why Grimmjow had hopped out at people in his youth.

He finally found himself sitting across Byakuya's hips, the Shingami pinned loosely to the bed and smiling up at him. "The world does not always have to make logical sense, Ulquiorra. Sometimes we simply have to enjoy and take whatever delight we can from the moments we are granted," murmured Byakuya, lifting his head and kissing him. He released a shuddering breath against the Shinigami's lips and leaned down to whisper soft words against the other man's neck.

"Thank you, Kuchiki Byakuya," he breathed, kissing the pale throat and nipping at it delicately. Byakuya's hands traced his shoulders before gently easing the collar of his robe open, baring his Hollow hole and making the Shinigami smirk. Warm breath ghosted against his hole, making him shiver, before soft lips brushed his collarbone. Byakuya shifted beneath him, rolling them until they were both on their sides, tugging him closer. Long legs tangled with his as the noble began lavishing attention on his throat and chest.

Ulquiorra sighed and shivered, his own hands pushing at the edges of Byakuya's robes to slide inside and over the pale, toned flesh beneath. A pleased rumble slid through Byakuya and Ulquiorra murmured softly in response. He watched as peach colored nipples tightened under his fingers, fascinated by the little nubs and the tiny sounds he could draw from Byakuya by touching them. A twist drew a hiss and sent strong hands digging into his flesh. A kiss or lick could draw a murmur of appreciation and fingers carding through his hair or caressing his mask. Even a breath or a flick of reiatsu could draw some soft shiver or subtle demand for more.

Byakuya eased his gi completely off, hands caressing his chest and drawing a soft sigh from the Arrancar as he gently returned the favor. He groaned as warm fingers trailed over his skin, reiatsu following in their wake. He gasped and clutched at the Shinigami as those long fingers circled his Hollow hole, energy tingled hot and sharp across his skin, making him tremble and bite his lip to try and remain quiet. Byakuya chuckled smugly and let a single finger dip inside. Lightning shot through his body, leaving burning pleasure in its wake, arching his back and making him gasped. Byakuya slowly dragged his finger away, leaving it to hover teasingly close while Ulquiorra lay there panting, trying to catch his breath. His cock was achingly hard and his whole body felt ultra sensitive. Each touch of his lover's hands seemed to radiate warmth through him, filling the cold empty place where his heart had been. For once desire and pleasure caused his body to ache rather than the gnawing hunger he was so accustomed to.

He caught the smug twist of his lover's lips and managed to summon a smirk of his own as he let his own reiatsu wash over the nobleman in a cool heavy wave while his fingers traced patterns on Byakuya's skin. Ulquiorra gave a tiny grin as the Shinigami gave a soft, breathless moan and arched against him. He let his fingers slide over Byakuya's chest teasing the other man as he cautiously undid the noble's hakama. His hand slid inside and around the other man's cock, gently tracing up the underside with the pads of his fingers before closing his hand around the tip. A fist wrapped around his horn, titling his head as Byakuya seized his lips in a hungry kiss that left them both whimpering and breathless. Hakamas were somehow tossed aside, all he could remember of it was a gentle frenzy of hands while they traded wet, hungry kisses.

Ulquiorra gasped as warm palm cupped his balls before slowly sliding up his cock. Passion filled gray eyes caught his and the Arrancar moaned, giving his lover's cock a firm stroke. Byakuya purred, pressing their cocks together and drawing low moans from both of them. Green eyes flashed and Ulquiorra tangled his fingers in Byakuya's hair, dragging the noble's head down and kissing him fiercely, as his hand began moving over their joined cocks. Heat and hunger coiled in his belly, making his skin feel tight and his reiatsu twist and roil.

Fingers slid up his back and pressed hard into his Hollow hole, drawing a sharp cry from him and an echoing one from Byakuya as his grip tightened around their erections. They both panted raggedly as their hands continuing moving, friction and pleasure washing away everything beyond the need for more. Heat and hunger consumed him, blurring the lines between his own ghostly pale flesh and Byakuya's beautiful golden skin. Byakuya crushed their lips together and shoved his fingers back into his Hollow hole. Ulquiorra's eyes rolled back and he opened his mouth on a silent scream as burning, white hot pleasure slammed through his body, leaving nothing but the glorious, almost painful, euphoria of release. From a long ways off he felt his reiatsu explode out and crash into Byakuya, shoving the Shinigami over the edge.

Ulquiorra wasn't sure how long he laid there, dazed and crushed against the noble, both of them sweaty and smeared with their combined release. Green eyes slowly opened and the former fourth Espada breathed in, the scent of sex and sweat filling his nose. Under that though was something that was familiar - the delicate hint of cherry blossoms. The scent drew a tiny smile to his lips as he relaxed against the Shinigami, feeling safe and warm. Byakuya's heartbeat was slow and steady under his ear and Ulquiorra glanced up only to find himself startled yet again.

Hollows rarely slept in each other's presence; the risk of attack was simply too great. There were exceptions to the rule, but usually only one being was allowed to view a Hollow when he slept. Yet Kuchiki Byakuya slept trustingly an peacefully in his arms.

He reached up, fingers delicately caressing the other man's cheek, staring at him as something tightened painfully in his chest. That the Shinigami would trust him with this much of himself...it was a gift beyond measure and left him both humbled and fiercely protective. This was his and he would protect it. He would kill any who thought to harm the noble. A tiny smile split Ulquiorra's lips as a single, softly purred word broke the silence -

"Mine."
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