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Seireitei Monogatari	By : Crya2Evans Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 62186 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Title: The Night They
Burned Seireitei Down

Pairings: Byakuya/Ichigo,
Kenpachi/Yoruichi, Jyuushiro/Shunsui

Characters: Byakuya,
Ichigo, Hitsugaya, Rukia, Ukitake, Unohana, Yoruichi, Zaraki, Matsumoto

Rating: T

Warnings:
Male/Male kiss, etc.

Words: 1,979

Description: Drunken
revelry leads to unexpected surprises. A somewhat sequel to Drabble 1.

Disclaimer: Bleach does
not belong to me. Tite Kubo has that honor. I am merely borrowing without
permission.

Grey
smoke rose up in thick tendrils around the burnt remains of half of Kuchiki
Byakuya�s once regal home. Battered and scorched pieces of wood battled
valiantly to remain upright before falling over with a crash, causing everyone
present to cringe and wince as the thick smell of fire washed through the area.
Clumps of ice clustered strangely on intact portions of the roof, and water
dripped down from the scorched trees nearby.

A
wind stirred.

�What
the hell happened here?� Hitsugaya questioned, face pinched with surprise and a
bit of anger at being awakened at three in the morning. He glared at the
remains of a blaze, which had nearly threatened to destroy all of Seireitei.

Ukitake
shook his head, clucking his tongue. �If I didn�t know better, I would say that
Shunsui has been playing with matches again,� he chirped as he laughed lightly,
despite the stares being sent his way, and a small cough escaped him.

The
two white-haired captains had been called to put the fire out, doing so in
record time. And now, little by little, the other members of the Gotei 13 were
arriving, fearing an assassination attempt on the Kuchiki heir.

Standing
there, staring in what might have been considered a mournful expression were it
anyone else but Kuchiki Byakuya, a very frazzled sixth division captain glared
at the remains of his home. It was unlivable, he decided. At least, for the
moment. And strangely enough, Rukia�s room was entirely untouched.

Ichigo
rubbed the back of his head, managing to look just as confused as everyone
else. �I don�t think anyone left the fires going,� he commented lightly,
raising an eyebrow when four pairs of eyes turned in his direction.

All
at once, his presence was finally noticed.

Hitsugaya�s
eyes widened in abject shock as he openly gaped, unable to maintain his usual
calm appearance. His gaze darted between Byakuya and Ichigo, both looking
ruffled and half-dressed, standing strangely near to each other. He paused,
tilting his head in thought.

Wait.

Why
was Kurosaki in Soul Society in the first place?

Scratch
that.

Beside
Hitsugaya, Rukia giggled, casting both men a knowing expression. �Nii-sama,�
she began in an amused tone. �Are you wearing anything beneath your captain�s
robe?� she questioned, already knowing the answer. After all, he was clutching
quite desperately to the folds of his cloak, keeping it clasped tightly around
his body.

True enough, other than the sword clasped urgently in one hand and the scarf
haphazardly tossed around his neck, Byakuya didn�t exactly seem dressed for the
occasion. His hair, free from the kenseikan, fluttered wildly about his face,
and black, sooty smudge marks decorated his fair complexion.

Still,
what surprised Hitsugaya the most was not the faintly blushing Kuchiki heir,
despite the fact that for once Byakuya did not look perfect as usual. Even in
the midst of battle, with blood streaming down his face, Byakuya managed to
look perfect. Even more startling than the normally unruffled noble looking�
well, ruffled, was the man standing right beside him.

Arctic
blue eyes narrowed suspiciously. �And why are you in bankai?� Hitsugaya
demanded, crossing his arms over his chest as he glared at Ichigo.

Instantly,
the substitute shinigami reddened as he rubbed the back of his head again. His
eyes darted to Byakuya before shifting up to the night sky, seeing ribbons of
smoke continue to rise.

With
their budding new relationship, neither had been willing to simply jump into
it, especially since Ichigo�s sole experience rested with whatever he and
Byakuya had done so far. But this was it; this was the night for certain. Sex
was about to commence, and judging from the heat in the air and the electricity
sparking through their bodies, nothing short of the house burning down or an
attack from Aizen was going to stop them.

Both
were unbelievably horny, having tried to take their relationship slow so as not
to ruin anything. Only recently had they realized the futility of that decision
and now sought to remedy their ridiculous choice.

Skin
was bared. Hands smoothed over battle-scarred flesh. Many kisses rained down,
one upon the other. Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, limbs intertwined.
Neither claimed dominance, not just yet.

They
kissed, tongues mingling as their breath was shared. Gentle fingers probed at
an untouched entrance, and their hearts beat erratically in their chests. It
was a magic moment, a heated moment, a moment filled with great desire and
arousal and�

Ichigo
paused, lips drawing into a frown as he pulled back from a kiss. �Did you feel
that?� he questioned, eyes flickering to the window where the moon shone down
as a brilliant silver disc.

�You
mean the world moving when I kissed you?� Byakuya remarked dryly, already
preparing to drag his lover back to their previous actions.

The
orange-haired shinigami stared at the older man, still unused to his
rediscovered sense of humor. �No, it felt like an explosion,� he insisted.

Byakuya
shook his head, somewhat amused by Ichigo�s persistence. �You�re mistaken,� he
assured him.

And
if Ichigo thought to argue, it was lost in the very next moment when hands
pulled him down for another earth-shattering kiss. Sheets were rumpled. Hair
was tugged. Tongues slid across flesh already streaked with sweat�

�Do
you smell that?� It was the Kuchiki heir this time, and his regal features somehow
managed to display both desperate need and slight concern.

Ichigo
sniffed the air, tilting his head to the side before sudden realization struck
him. Chocolate eyes widened.

�Smoke!�
he declared, leaping to his feet but not without some difficulty as his limbs
were thoroughly enmeshed with Byakuya�s. It was several seconds before they
managed to untangle, and when Ichigo tumbled to the floor, tripping on the edge
of a sheet, he laid eyes on the flames that were already licking around the
doorframe.

�Shit!�
he exclaimed, leaping to his feet again. �Fire!�

A
small noise escaped Byakuya�s mouth as Ichigo frantically darted around the
room, rushing to Zangetsu and muttering something along the lines of �clothes,
clothes, clothes.� But there were none. In their haste, clothing had been left
in another room, so Byakuya snatched up the three most important and closest
items he could find.

�No
time!� The Kuchiki heir gasped, shoving his soon-to-be, or more accurately his
hopefully-soon-to-be, lover towards the window. �Out the window!�

Ichigo
thought to protest. He was naked, after all. But then, flames licked at the
heels of his feet, and all modesty flew out the window� literally.

It
was only sheer luck that he landed feet first.

The
ground was chilly, the grass dotted with dew, and Ichigo instantly shivered as
Byakuya climbed out of the window behind him, managing to complete the action
with a stately bearing that only a man like Byakuya could.

With little other choice and desperate for something to cover himself as he was
certain the fire would attract some attention, Ichigo did what any man would do
in his situation. Well, if their zanpakutou was anything like his.

�Bankai!�

Rukia
snort-laughed, a rather odd sound. Still, it was truly typical for her as her
gaze darted between the two men, her nose wrinkling with a mischievous thought.

�So,
Ichigo, just stopping by my house, I see. Even though you knew I
wouldn�t be there.�

The
substitute shinigami flushed at her insinuation. He blushed further as more
captains and vice-captains appeared on the scene, Unohana, Soifon, and Komamura
included.

�Well,
I� uh��

�Kurosaki
needed somewhere to stay,� Byakuya inserted smoothly, still maintaining his
regal demeanor, in spite of the circumstances. Truthfully, however, even he was
beginning to fidget a little.

Rukia
tossed him a level stare as she crossed her arms over her chest. �In your
bedroom?� she pointed out. Her brow arched. �Naked?�

Ichigo
choked on something invisible, and a faint blush managed to stain the Kuchiki
heir�s cheeks as they both looked away from her, staring at the
oh-so-fascinating ground.

In
that moment, Unohana bustled forward since anyone pulled from a burning
building had to have at least one wound. �Oh my, Kurosaki-san,� she breathed,
hand fluttering to her mouth as her eyes raked over him. �That looks like a
burn on your chest. I should treat it right away.�

Brown
eyes widened as he slapped a hand over the offensive patch of skin, remembering
just what kind of mark was there. Damn Kuchiki and his damn lips making damn
marks on his damn flesh.

�No,
Unohana-taichou, I believe that Kurosaki is fine,� Byakuya murmured, his voice
sounding strangely strangled, even as Ichigo shot him a glare.

It
simply was not fair that he could remain so unruffled, not while Ichigo blushed
over and over again.

Ukitake,
taking pity on the two and the interesting spectacle they were making of
themselves, finally stepped forward. �With your home in such shape, you cannot
stay there, Byakuya. Might I offer my own for the evening?�

But
his words fell on deaf ears. At that moment, three pairs of shinigami eyes were
locked on three very familiar items that were littering the ground.

Ichigo
stared very resolutely at a small, golden bell lying guiltily among the
carefully manicured but now ash-choked grass of the Kuchiki front lawn.

�Zaraki.�

A
patch of dark hair, obviously from some sort of feline, dotted one of the
elegant stone steps of the front entrance. These strands of fur completely
captivated Byakuya as his eyes narrowed in anger.

�Yoruichi.�

Somewhere
between the bell and the hair was yet one more distinguishable item. A pink
scarf was curled up neatly on the ground, causing Hitsugaya�s right eyebrow to
twitch repeatedly.

�Matsumoto.�

And
so the perpetrators were known.

Raucous laughter filled the evening air as three very
upstanding members of Seireitei stumbled drunkenly down the path, sake jugs
clenched tightly in each hand. They weren�t sure where they were going or even why,
but none of that mattered since the moon was high in the sky and the night
breeze was so cool.

Matsumoto
snorted, nearly choking on her sake. �Ya know, Zaraki-taichou,� she began on a
giggle. �You should get married or something�.�

�Bwa
ha ha!� Kenpachi laughed, tossing his head back as he threw an arm over
Matsumoto�s shoulder. �You offerin� or sumthin�-- Ow!�

��Ow�
is right!� Yoruichi snapped before throwing an arm around his waist. �Yachiru
don�t need a mom! She has Yumichika!� A snorting and very inelegant sort of
laughter escaped the former Shihouin heir�s mouth.

His
arm retracted from Matsumoto�s shoulder, choosing to instead slip down and grip
the ass clad in tight slacks, fondling with little shame. Instead of slapping
him as she should have, Yoruichi merely let loose a drunken laugh. She tugged
on one of his spikes, rattling the bells.

�Hey!�
Yoruichi suggested, a sudden idea dawning on her as she took a great big gulp
from her jug. �Here�s a plan. Let�s go visit Byaka-bo!�

Matsumoto�s
face crinkled with confusion. �Why?� she asked, planting a hand on her hip.

The
former second division captain shrugged, beginning to slur her words a little.
�Just a thought or�� She paused, her features suddenly brightening. �Even
better� let�s teach Ken kidoh, Rangiku.�

The
vice-captain chortled loudly. �Zaraki? Kidoh?�

He
snorted loudly, sucking down the very last of his jug and tossing it over his
shoulder. It crashed loudly to the ground and shattered.

�I
don�t wanna learn that shit,� he grunted. �That stuff�s fer Kuchiki-hime.�

�Ah,
come on. It�ll be fun.�

He
grunted again.

She
took it as consent.

Yoruichi
decided that a fire spell, nice and destructive, would be the best place to
start, and wasn�t it lucky that they were approaching Byakuya�s house?

And so it was, several minutes later, they were running
away from the scene of the crime, their cackling laughter echoing loudly on the
wind.

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A/N:
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Cirquegirl999: Yes, Byakuya
is really easy for me to write for some reason and my beta has a certain
fondness for him. Therefore, he shows up a lot. I, too, was one of those
cheering when Aizen stabbed Momo. I wanted her to die. Unfortunately, our wish
didn�t come true. Glad to hear you�re enjoying!
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