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Driven to Distraction	By : Raymy Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Byakuya/Renji Views: 3767 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N: I didn’t limit the word count this chapter so I could finally finish.
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Chapter 9: Devotion
I prepared myself to set off for the sixth division office after a quick but thorough shower at my home. I donned my kenseikan and silk scarf, then spoke briefly to my attendant regarding the possibility of Renji’s arrival at the mansion. I didn’t want him to be turned away and wished to be alerted if he did indeed materialize.
It had only been a couple of hours since Renji’s flight from the hotel; still, I hoped that he would have calmed by now and be at work, expecting me. He may not want to talk to me yet, but he was as dedicated as I to the Gotei 13. I used Shunpo in my pressing need to see him again. Surely he would be there, I bade the Gods. At any rate, I needed to go to my office first, to ease my mind that everything was running smoothly. I could decide from there what my next move would be.
I was, however, disappointed in my expectations and felt a twinge of alarm upon discovering his absence. Apparently, he was not even ready to face me, let alone talk. My previous resolve faltered just slightly. I wondered if anything I said or did would matter. Was it too late to make amends? Gathering back my courage, I made all the necessary arrangements to keep the division functioning properly and left on a mission to find the man who occupied my every thought.
Given the account Renji gave me that his former lovers had become his good friends, I elected to seek out the most recent friend, Lieutenant Hisagi, at the ninth division. I approached him wearing a stern countenance to convey the significance of my visit. From the look on his face, he’d been expecting me. He wore a wicked smirk that suggested a mouthful of canary. “Good morning, Lt. Hisagi. May I inquire as to the whereabouts of Lt. Abarai? I expect you’ve seen him recently.” I bowed slightly to show respect to the man who taught my lover so much. It couldn’t hurt to get on his good side, perhaps he’d be more inclined to aid me in my search.
“Captain Kuchiki! This truly is a pleasant surprise.” He didn’t really look surprised and his playful grin stayed as wide as ever. “You are very astute, sir, I did in fact chat with Renji not too long ago,” he said in a tone that indicated he was informed of all the details. I waited to receive a rebuke for my transgressions. Isn’t that what friends do? Defend the honour of their comrades? No censure was forthcoming and I narrowed my vision to get a better read on the man.
He scratched his head a couple of times while trying to subdue his mirth, then rubbed his chin as if to ponder the location of his friend. My lips pressed into a line and my eyebrows furrowed as I began to suspect an intentional delay. He cleared his throat as if to speak causing my face to relax but then he returned to scratching his head again. In a move so very unlike me, I shifted restlessly on my feet and clenched my fists, revealing my impatience and irritation. I was feeling a tad anxious to reunite with my paramour and Hisagi seemed to enjoy making me squirm. His mischievous glee could no longer be contained as he broke into a full belly laugh, totally oblivious to the danger of pissing off a higher ranking officer.
“So … sorry, Captain Kuchiki,” he rasped between chortles. “It’s just that I’m really happy for Renji, and …” more chuckling as he caught his breath, “the two of you are so fucking serious. It’s just too cute!” He continued to snigger with a goofy grin plastered on his face.
“How touching that you find us so entertaining, Vice-Captain Hisagi,” I reminded him of his station and reciprocated a false smile. I didn’t find it humorous at all but I wasn’t going to outright admonish him for his disrespect as I still had to get him to tell me where Renji was. “Could you hold back the amusement long enough to at least point me in the right direction?” I let some contempt slip through.
Hisagi contained himself well enough to actually point and say, “He said he had to go home, and then I’m not certain if he went anywhere else. Haven’t you tried his place, yet?” Still smiling, he looked at me with genuine warmth in his eyes, showing for the first time that he cared about Renji’s happiness. My estimation of him jumped from crass to compassionate in that one look.
“No … I don’t know where he lives. I’ve never had a reason to go there.” I suddenly felt negligent as Ren’s Captain for not even having his address, let alone ever visiting him. “I don’t mean to be indelicate, but did your captain know where you lived?” I needed to know if I was truly remiss.
Lieutenant Hisagi’s smile faded as he struggled to formulate a response. I regretted my selfish request but held back an apology so he could express his thoughts. “You know, I don’t recall that he ever paid me a visit at my home. We didn’t have a casual relationship.” His lips curled up in a wistful smile, “I suppose that’s fortunate for me as his defection would’ve been that much harder. But, he may’ve known the address, I really don’t know.” He cocked his head to show concern. “I don’t expect many captains take notice of their subordinates’ personal lives.”
He paused and then clapped his hands loudly to force a break in the sober conversation. “Well then, I guess I’ll write it down for you, with directions, so you can be on your way. I’m sure you would prefer Renji’s company to mine.” His face lit up again with that knowing grin. He quickly jotted down the address and route, then shoved the paper into my palm while lowering his voice, “It’ll work out as long as you two are honest with each other. You’ve already got everything else you need to be successful,” he assured as he winked at me.
I’d say he was rather familiar towards me but I guess that if he’s a good friend of Ren’s, he’s a friend of mine by default and I let it pass. “Thank you, Hisagi, I appreciate the sentiment.” I gave him a grateful smile, read the directions, then swiftly exited to resume my quest.
Upon arrival at Renji’s quarters, I ventured to get his attention by repeatedly knocking on his door, calling his name quite loudly, and even peeking in the window. Making a spectacle of myself in front of his neighbours was not a deterrent to achieving my goal but since he apparently wasn’t home, there was nothing for me to do but wait him out at my division office. On my way, I was intercepted by a Hell butterfly with a message that Renji had arrived at the Kuchiki mansion about an hour ago and had remained there. It must be the slowest butterfly in Hell! Either that or my attendant was derelict in his duty to inform me. Nevertheless, my heart skipped a beat at the news; he did want to talk and was waiting for me. I used Shunpo to race home, hope rising in my soul that he yearned to rectify our quarrel as badly as I did.
### PoV switches ###
As I scanned Bya’s bedroom for the first time, I took pleasure in noting his simple, yet refined taste in decor. It’s as breathtaking as he is, with hand-crafted Ebony and Rosewood furniture contrasted against Ivory walls. He is truly the elegant one of the two of us.
I managed to get this far by convincing the household equerry that Captain Kuchiki had ordered me to retrieve some documents from his bedroom. Now, to set up a few things to convey the right mood. I positioned some candles and incense strategically around the room and stashed an essential item in his bedside drawer.
I had made sure I showered and groomed at home before setting out to collect the romantic supplies, having been not so subtly directed to “make up” with Bya by Shuuhei. He’s a great friend but I have to wonder about his methods. I shook my head, smiling at the memory of his deceitful flirting. He’s right, though, the important thing is to get back together, whatever it takes, because that’s what I genuinely desire. My plan was to tempt Bya with a scene so enticing that he’ll crave only me.
Hoping that he would be notified of my presence and arrive soon, I lit the votives and incense, the aroma of nutmeg wafting up my nostrils. A smirk tugged at the corner of my mouth, the smell reminded me of Christmas in the Living World and I reckon I was the present. The only other scent choice available at the shop, which was totally unacceptable under the circumstances, was cinnamon and cloves. I wonder how long it will take for me to enjoy that odour again without thinking of Juushiro.
My hair was loose about my shoulders, the way he liked it, and I removed enough of my shihakusho to reveal my upper body tattoos. Oh yeah, I’m pullin’ out all the stops. Ignoring the fact that we still needed to have a heart-to-heart, I lay face down on his bed with my head on his pillow, arms tucked under it. Inhaling the sakura fragrance of his silk sheets, I let my mind wander, imagining the possible scenario. Before long, I succumbed to sleep as I was fairly exhausted from the emotion of the day and was treated to the most wonderful dream.
A raven-haired male slips into the room and sees a ravishing, vermilion-haired man lying prone on the bed, dark patterns on the muscular flesh shimmering in the flicker of dancing flames. Noting the presentation of the candles, and the scent permeating the air, the beguiled man smiles in satisfaction that his faith was rewarded. He softly approaches the bed, eyes gliding up and down this precious spectacle. Peeling off his own garments, he hesitates briefly, before electing to completely shed them. His magnificent form steals close, gracefully lowering to sit beside his prize and trail gentle fingertips across the warm skin. Up and down the spine, side to side, across the ribs and waist, he lightly tickles the strong back for a while. The recumbent figure remains still beneath his caresses, a tremulous sigh the only indication of his awareness. Emboldened hands move down to run along the edge of the hakama; fingers sneak under the fabric, tugging the pants down enough to reveal the luscious dimples and just a hint of the crease. Lips graze against the sensitive curves eliciting a needy moan...
The sound of a deep groan roused me from a delicious, fantastical reverie. I became aware the groan was from my own throat and the fantasy was my reality as I peered over my shoulder to see Bya perched beside my hips, kissing me, not a stitch on. I moved my hands, readying them to push myself up.
How could this be? … I’ve gotta be so tired that his entrance only woke me into a semi-lucid condition and I took the actual events into my subconscious, displaying them in a dream-like state. I blinked. Uh huh, when did a psychoanalyst take up residence in my brain? I must have spent too much time at Urahara’s shop.
Byakuya noticed my body shift and lifted his head; our eyes locked. “Ren-luv, don’t get up, please, I … need to confess my … mistakes. Please, just listen,” he urged me to stay put by placing his palms on my lower back. I didn’t want to move anyway, unable to break the spell of those mesmerizing grey orbs.
“I was wrong for not recognizing the deep feelings I had already developed for you and for not doing something about them earlier,” he began in earnest, his hands splayed over my back, stroking me while holding my vision.
“I was wrong for not ending my affair with Juushiro, initially, when I knew I wished to have someone special in my life. I should have set up the proper circumstances, first. It is over, now, if that helps.” He gave a weak smile and as I listened, I realized he was going to list off all his perceived offences.
“I was wrong for not respecting you by telling you my situation up front. You deserved to be able to make an informed decision.” He shook his head slightly, pained by his own guilt, his touch pausing momentarily.
“I was truly wrong for trying to rationalize my behaviour and for putting the blame on you. That was cowardly of me, and I ask for your forgiveness.” His voice was both meek and pleading. I knew he really felt his words, his massaging hands revealing the regret.
“I was wrong for not admitting to you at the hotel that I made these terrible mistakes which I certainly admit now, and Renji, I would do anything to make amends, to be with you ... because I love you. Please accept my humble apology and take me back into your life.” His hands ran up my back and shoulders, across the muscles in my upper arms and rested on the futon on either side of my chest. He lifted his frame to hover over mine, still gazing into my eyes, imploring, searching for a merciful sign to allow him to lean into me.
I twisted myself slightly onto my shoulder and lifted one hand up to his face, cupping his cheek. “I accept the apology, Bya, I love you, too. I want you with me, always.” I smiled adoringly at this exquisite man, as he lowered himself to press his naked body against me. He let a breath of relief pass his lips and I felt the exhale blow across mine. A single, sweet kiss, he placed on my lips, before raising himself back up and prodding me to lie flat again.
“Allow me to proceed with my atonement, Ren.” He resumed caressing and tickling me, sending thrills up my neck and down my legs. I was more than willing to receive his physical apology, anticipating that it would transform into a carnal one. I was not wrong in that notion as his touches became more adventurous, his palms skimming over my ass occasionally.
I realized the opportunity to “say my peace” was rapidly vanishing and I didn’t want to wait until “after” so I began confessing my own fault while he tended to me. “Bya? … I want you to know that I totally overreacted at the hotel. I wasn’t showing any maturity in freaking out and running away.” What I was coming to understand about him was that he stayed silent to let me speak, a trait I now greatly appreciated. “I didn’t give you enough credit for trying to tell me the truth because I guess I thought it was too little, too late. I was letting my anger control my actions.” His hand came up and stroked my hair as a way of saying it’s okay.
I was a little ashamed of my next admission, but it was the big one and he had to know my greatest blunder. “I finally recognized, with a little help, that I’ve been expecting you to be perfect. Ever since I met you, I put you on a pedestal because you’re one of Soul Society’s Royalty. When I came to admire you, you were my hero, and when I desired you, you were my angel. Now, I can see you as a man, with the same fallibility as me, and you are my equal. I can understand both our errors and accept them. I do forgive you and ask forgiveness from you. I just want to start again.” My eyes had misted over at how the confession had made me feel so vulnerable.
He surged forward and leaned over my back again, crushing me in a passionate hug, kissing my shoulders and hair. His fingers pulled the stray hairs off my face, giving him room to kiss my cheekbone and temple. “Oh, my precious Ren-luv. Your words are profound and fill me with such contentment. Of course I forgive you, I never thought there was anything to forgive. And yes, Ren, yes, we can start again, if you like. Though, I think, as you said, we have made and will make mistakes, as a natural part of our existence. We don’t need to start over because this experience is just part of the normal process of an equal relationship. We will persevere in spite of and as a result of these events. I don’t think we want to brush our struggles aside, do you?” He lay more kisses on my face, capturing the corner of my mouth.
He had a good point. I didn’t want to forget what we went through, it had made us so much closer. “I get it, I do, and I agree. Let’s call it, moving forward, instead of starting over.” Byakuya hummed a murmur of assent, as his mouth was busy, still kissing me everywhere he could find bare skin, which was considerable. The sensation was ironically causing me to forget everything that came before this moment, at least for now.
He laved wet, warm kisses down my back, rubbing his chest against it as he descended, spending a fair length of time on my exposed flesh above the clothing still wrapped around my hips. It gave me shivers to hear his quiet whispers of gratification. Hands followed lips down; fingers plunged under the cloth pulling my pants further over the curve of my ass to rest at the base, around my legs. “Gorgeous,” he muttered. The slender digits tickled across my butt, a single finger teasing along the groove.
“Ohhhh, Bya,” I panted and thrust my ass up as he added tender kisses. His attack became more aggressive in reaction, spreading my cheeks as he ran his tongue up and down my crease. My legs were straining to spread apart but were pinned together by my hakama. The sensation of being bound while he licked and tongue-fucked my hole sent my mind reeling. I swayed my hips back into him again, whining and whimpering from both the physical stimulation and listening to his soft moans of arousal. He grasped the top of the black material that shackled me and swiftly slipped it down my legs, tossing it to the floor.
The fullness of his hands slid up my back again, mirrored by his torso dragging against my skin. He nestled into a spoon position, his hardness pressing into my backside, tucking between the mounds of my butt cheeks. As he pulled my hair to the side to nuzzle my neck, he rocked his pelvis into me, sharing his need.
He breathed heavily into my ear, licking and sucking the lobe, “Mmmmn. Ren. I want you so much ... Want to fuck you.” I writhed and groaned in response, pushing back into him, forcing him to grind against me, his cock slipping up and down my wet crack. “Ahhhh, fuck, that’s good,” he purred. We pleasured ourselves this way for a bit longer before he stilled. I did a shoulder check to see him looking around the room. “Where did I? …”
“Bya, if you’re looking for lube, just reach over to the side drawer, I put some in there when I came here,” I grinned triumphantly.
He chuckled lightly and kissed me. “When it comes to supplies, Ren, you’re always thinking ahead.” He stretched across to retrieve the bottle and sat back to apply the slick substance to his fingers and cock.
As I felt the intrusion of his digits, I marvelled at how smooth and painless he made it feel. He took care to stroke my cock while he prepared me for his entry; thrusting his fingers against my prostate, jolting my senses with lust. It had been many, many months since I was last penetrated, but right now, I had never wanted anything more than his stiff cock sliding into my ass. I wriggled and pushed back against his hand. “Now. Bya. Now. Push your cock in me and fuck me!” I rasped in a heated frenzy.
Byakuya knew better than to ram it in, no matter how needy I sounded. He leaned in, over top of my back, spread my cheeks, and pushed his cock gently into my opening. He didn’t rush, but let me grow accustomed to the feeling of it slowly filling me up. His body was in full contact with mine again, back to spooning, only this time he was inside me as he rocked against me. It was so sensual, so intimate, as close as we could get to being one soul. While we slowly fucked, he kissed every part of me he could reach and I arched my back, pushing into him. Then, he wrapped one arm around me and pulled me back until we were on our sides, so he could caress my chest and stomach. He used one of his legs to push one of mine up, and he thrust deeper into me. “Fuuuuck, yeah, ohhh, fuck me,” I couldn’t hold back my ecstasy and reached for my cock to pump it.
I wanted more control so I pushed backward to get him onto his back, bent my knees and tucked my legs under so I could lift myself up to a sitting position, facing away from him. I rode him while he ran his hands over my back, butt and thighs. “Mmmmnn. Renji. This is very good.”
I ground my ass against him, “You better believe this is good!” I exclaimed in between lustful groans. I went back to jerking off while I gyrated, yearning for even more excitement. I brought my knees up, spread wide, bracing on my feet while one of my hands braced on his chest. “Ram me, Bya. Do it fast and hard.” He took a grip on my shoulder and hip, bent his knees slightly, and then thrust up into me while I held my ass in place. His pace increased quickly, causing him to plunge in deeply, slapping against my cheeks. “Oh-o-o-o,” my voice stuttered at the repeated force, my hard-on bouncing up and down. “Fu-u-u-uck!” This was sooo fucking gooooood! I was groaning continuously, my vocalization adding to the exhilaration.
Byakuya needed a break from the rapid pace, so we paused to catch our breath and he shifted us forward, to get me on my hands and knees. That last session had given us such a rush, there was no holding back our desires. He began thrusting slowly, evenly, while he slapped my ass. Oh Gods. Fucked and spanked at the same time! I started to squirm, wanting more, and got slapped again on the other side, causing a yelp, followed by another groan. He never increased the pace, and never said a word, but he reached up, grabbing a fistful of my hair and pulled back. Holy Fuck! I’d never had this done before and it kicked my brain into a buzz that could only be duplicated by a drug. I was whimpering, shoving my ass back at him, groaning, and swearing under my breath, all at the same time. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, this couldn’t get any better. He kept slapping me, tugging my hair and then he snuck a hand under me and took hold of a nipple, twisting it. “Aaauuugghhh, Fuuuuuck!”
It was too much. I started to shake as I let go of all my control and revelled in the moment of surrender. I was an object to be battered, yet I was the receiver of all of his love and lust. I was both present to all the sensations and absent in my own brain. I felt like a boy being violated, yet at the same time, a man given the most intense pleasure he’d ever experienced. My mind was on a merry-go-round travelling faster, getting dizzy, and then I felt the wetness on my cheeks. I was crying, blissfully releasing all my hopes and fears, my pleasure and pain, my joy and sorrow, my freedom and constraints, my pride and humiliation.
Bya let go of my nipple and my hair when he realized the moaning was more akin to sobbing than unbridled passion. He stopped all hip motion and rubbed circles into my back, “Renji?” he was uncertain what had happened. “Ren-luv? Are you okay?”
I nodded, wiping the tears from my face. I felt a slight embarrassment over unleashing my emotions during an extremely erotic episode. He sat back on his heels, pulling me with him, his cock still firm inside me, even though mine had deflated. “I’m fine, Bya, just got a little carried away. We can talk about it later. Lets just … keep going, kay?”
I twisted my waist and neck to kiss him over my shoulder. He kissed back, tasting the saltwater stains on my lips. His kiss deepened and his hands splayed over my chest, lightly brushing my nipples, then snaked down my stomach. He stroked my cock to bring it back up and I moved on his to keep it up, grinding back to show my longing to be fucked again. Bya whispered into my neck as he nipped and licked, “I’m gonna make you feel better, luv.”
He gently pulled me off him and lowered me onto my back, my head on his pillow once more. Grasping my now hardening dick, he continued to jerk me off, while spreading my legs and fondling my sac. His heavy lidded eyes stayed locked with mine as he moved his head down to lick the tip of my cock, circling it with his tongue. My head pressed back into the pillow, “Nnnnggh, yeah … I’m feelin’ much better now.” My moan was full of passion again. I was grateful he was so attentive, considering my previous release was only emotional, not physical, and as a result, my cock was eager to bring me up to my previous height of arousal. He spent a reasonable amount of time on me, making a variety of indecent noises, using every move he knew, but when his dry fingers slid back into me, I thought I would cum in that instant. “Fuck, Bya, I’m so close,” I gasped deeply. My brain was starting to buzz again.
“Hold that thought,” he answered as he reapplied the lube to his cock, lifted my knees, and entered me again in one steady thrust, drawing a loud groan from deep in my throat. With him buried inside me, his upper body descended between my legs, pressing hard on my chest. He sunk his fingers into my hair and kissed me with an intensity that had me thrashing below him, urging him to ravage me.
“Uuuugggh,” I exclaimed roughly, as he ripped his lips away, “Fuck, fuck, fuck meeee!” I roared as he repeatedly pulled all the way out and drove forcefully back into me, before increasing his speed. He hooked his arms under my knees, bracing his hands on the bed and slammed against me, driving my shoulders into the futon. I grabbed my aching hard-on and yanked on it for all my worth, loudly spewing obscenities while he fucked the livin’ daylights out of me.
This time, when I couldn’t take it anymore, it was purely physical. As the tightness built to an excruciating degree, I bit my lower lip, feeling my entire lower core electrified in pleasure. Eyes squeezed shut, I came with a harsh bellow, spilling my hot cream on my fist and belly. Bya pounded into me a few more times, then pulled out abruptly, also jerking himself onto my belly, shouting in rapture.
He sat back, both of us panting heavily. I let my legs stretch out, over his thighs, arms resting with palms up at my side. He bent over my stomach and lapped at the mingling juices. Then with a fiendish grin and a glint in his steely eyes, he slid his chest into the mess, spreading it up my front. He slithered up and landed a heated kiss on my mouth, sharing the blend of our essence.
“Mmmmmn, we’re a tasty treat,” I teased. “But you got yourself all sticky, now!”
His smile still had an impish tinge. “It’s worth it. I want to share everything with you.” He kissed me again, slowly, sensually, savouring the taste. We stayed there, sharing long, passionate kisses while our hands roamed over each other’s bodies. There was this deep need for each other that no amount of mind-blowing orgasms could seem to satisfy. Eventually, he pulled back, and gazed into my eyes with overwhelming devotion. “Ren-luv, I won’t hold back, never again. Not my feelings, nor the truth. I know you can handle it, I respect you.”
“I know, Bya, me too. We’re gonna be all right.” We snuggled a bit longer before heading off to the shower to clean up.
Who really knows what the future holds, all I know is that right now, I have everything I’ve ever wanted.
As we played in the shower, I recalled him saying that he wanted to share everything with me. My mind wandered to my threesome fantasy and my body lustily shuddered. “What was that for?” he said with an arched brow.
I was tempted to reveal my inner musings, but thought better of it. We were still too new; it would keep for some unknown future date, when our bond had been forged strong through a long, shared history. “Oh, nothing. Just sex stuff,” I joked with a lascivious grin. In an instant, he had me pinned to the wall, starting another round of …
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