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Driven to Distraction	By : Raymy Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Byakuya/Renji Views: 3766 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 1: Diversion
I couldn’t take my eyes off his swaying, undulating body. He’s hot, that’s for sure, and he knows how to show off his assets. That lithe, toned torso, twisting under the lights, showing off his pale but luminescent skin. His long black, lustrous hair, free of its heritage, fingers sliding through it occasionally as he lowers his body and rises again. He’s dressed as just a regular human male, but he’s far from regular. His clothes drape over him to tease any onlooker with hints of what’s underneath. He wears a rapt expression on his face that belies the mask he usually wears. He leaves me breathless and aroused and amazed.
I came here tonight to watch him. When I spotted him here in the living world, two weeks ago, I couldn’t believe it was him. I’ve worked along side him forever, it seems. I never knew he could be like this, so unfettered and unrestrained. Its so unlike the man I know. I came back here, when I knew he wasn’t in the Seireitei, hoping to find him again, to watch him discard his tightly controlled persona and melt my heart.
Some guys are just uninhibited to be able to let loose on the dance floor, and unexpectedly, my Captain is one of them. I’m not. I admit that I have a great body. I work out and take care of myself. I know that I get some admiring stares. However, I’ve never been able to relax and flow with the music, even at home by myself, but especially in public. I’m like a fucking robot, all jerky and stiff, and so, I just refuse to dance. I don’t want guys to stare and laugh at me when they’re supposed to stare and lust after me, just like I’m doing to him.
I’m torn between staying out of sight and just drinking it in anonymously, or making my presence known and chancing that I might get to speak with him, in this setting, away from our responsibilities and expectations. Maybe, he would stay unrepressed long enough for me to connect with him in the way that I long for. Hell, if I don’t try, I’m just a coward, and that’s not something I would define myself as. I really am a risk-taker at heart. Besides, he’d just ignore the encounter when we got back, as if nothing occurred, if he really doesn’t warm up to it. I can count on him to save face, his and mine, if it backfires on me.
I sidle out of the shadows of the club and lean against a support column near the dance floor. The place isn’t packed on a Tuesday night, giving him the opportunity to easily see me. We both have limiters on our gigais to lower our reiatsu around humans and even though I’m not the best at suppressing mine, it seems he’s too wound up in his sensual expression to notice me, yet.
My eyes bore into his just as he glances my way, and he lets out a gasp. He even has absolute control in this state as he doesn’t miss a beat, just slightly diminishing the intensity of his flow. He watches me for the rest of the song as he continues to dance, inching his way over to me. When it ends, he’s standing right in front of me, panting from his exertion. Ahh, I shiver at that breathy sound; tingles shoot down my body, low in my abdomen.
“Abarai” he exhales, as he catches his breath. “How unexpected. Is this a chance meeting?” He knows that is unlikely, given the venue. This is a gay club, in the living world, in the middle of the week; how likely is it that we would both be here on the same night, especially since neither of us knew the other was gay. It’s not like we ever flirted at work. He’s always professional and serious. I’m always just trying to keep up.
“If you want the truth, Captain, it was a chance meeting...two weeks ago. Tonight, it was planned. I knew you had left the Seireitei and took a chance. I’m not going lie. I had to see you dance again. You are so...so...fucking amazing!” I didn’t hold back my enthusiasm. I let a big grin cover my face as I stared at him.
He didn’t seem offended at my obvious admiration. He lowered his lashes and sighed. “I think that in this circumstance, you should call me Byakuya. If anyone should overhear you calling me ‘Captain’, it would raise too many questions that I’m not willing to answer.” He gestured for me to follow him to a table in the back he had reserved. Maybe he didn’t want to be known as a captain but he didn’t hesitate to use whatever clout he had to get a private table.
“Um, B...Byakuya? I would like you to call me Renji, then.” I stammered a bit as we took our seats in the booth. The backs were high so we had some measure of privacy on three sides. It was large enough to host 4 people snugly and I wondered if he was alone, after all.
“Of course. Now, Renji, you said it was a chance meeting two weeks ago. I take it that you came here for other reasons at that time? I don’t mean to pry, but do you enjoy dancing as much as I?” He sipped languidly on a drink he had left at the table. It looked warm and golden. Maybe he’s so relaxed because of it? I had a beer earlier but now I was wishing I had something to wet my lips and tongue as they seemed to be glued together.
“Oh, I enjoy watching dancing, but I can’t dance, myself. I suck. I had come here with a friend. We just...hang out, you know. Check everybody out.” I smiled nervously, flicking my gaze away from him so as not to embarrass myself.
“Ah. Are you looking for a liaison? That’s what most of the young men in here seem to be doing.”
“A...liaison?” I said, not sure what the word implied.
“I believe you might call it a ‘hook-up’. Don’t be embarrassed, Renji. I don’t care if you’re planning a threesome or an orgy-party. You’re entitled to your fun on your days off.” He spoke those words so calmly, as if it were an everyday occurrence.
I was embarrassed anyway. He may be acting loose and unconcerned, but he was still my captain, and I didn’t want him to think I was totally without scruples. “No way. I’m not into anything kinky. But yeah, you’re partially right. I’m open to a hook-up or liaison, whatever you call it. Of course, not with just anybody.” I paused and peered at him from the corner of my eyes. “Are you here solely for the dancing?” I was hoping he would catch my clue, because I could feel the heat rising up my neck and I was sure he could see the pink starting to show on my cheeks. I didn’t know how long this was going to draw out, but I wished it would hurry up and end.
Smiling, he lowered his head and spoke to his almost empty glass. “Primarily, I come here to express a part of me that must remain hidden away in my normal, respectable life. Dancing on occasion, gives me a freedom from that life that I need to stay sane, especially with war looming over our heads. However, Renji, every situation is unique and I will say that I’m open to experiencing more than dancing. If its with someone special.” He looked up into my eyes and waited for me to catch his meaning. Damn, I hate indirect shit. I won’t come out and say what I want and it seems, neither will he.
“I...Byakuya. Do you think I’m special? Um, because, you’re not just anybody to me.” That’s as close to being direct as I could muster. Please, don’t crush me to little bits for implying that we could be together. My whole face must be red now.
He chuckles lightly. “Yes, Renji, you are, and have always been special to me. I’m certain that you couldn’t get any redder in the face, so I will stop teasing you.” He reached out and laid a hand on mine. His hand seems soft and I guess that's from wearing the guards. My hands are so rough and calloused, he’ll probably hate the touch of them, so I keep them palms down.
He slides across the booth seat so that our knees touch under the table and his other hand reaches up to caress my hair near my forehead. It slides back to my ponytail tie and loosens it. My hair cascades down to frame my face and I see him swallow and stare at my lips. I lick my bottom lip lightly and lean toward him as I stare back at his beautifully shaped lips.
I feel his soft, insistent mouth pressing against mine in the next second. Its sliding, and moving open to allow his wet, warm tongue to lick at me. I think I’m in heaven; the scent of the liquor mixed with his unique sakura oiled skin levels me as I close my eyes and open my own mouth. His tongue glides inside and all around mine. I respond with fervor and push my tongue into his sweet, hot mouth. He applies a little suction to it to show me his talent in performing a similar process. My body shudders at the thought.
I forget about my reluctance to touch him with my rough hands and reach up to put one on each side of his face, running them through his silky hair, and pulling his head closer to mine. One hand trails down his back while my body shifts to bring our thighs tight, side by side.
He lets a soft moan escape into my mouth, setting off a gut reaction in my loins. I pull away swiftly, and pant, “We need to go somewhere...fast.” I don’t want to treat him like some casual lay to throw against a bathroom wall, but I can’t think of where we can go. I didn’t arrange for an overnight stay when I came.
He senses my panic when he realizes that I’m not suggesting anywhere. “Don’t worry, Renji, I booked a hotel room for the night. I don’t like to arrive at the manor sweat-smelling and inebriated after a night of dancing. It’s not far. Let me settle my tab and we’ll go immediately.”
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A/N: My very first fanfic. I don’t have a preference for characters and had originally started with Ichigo dancing in my mind. But I couldn’t make it work within the context of the Bleach canon.
I’m doing exactly what I hate of writers. I don’t have a plot or arc, I’m writing thoughts as they occur to me. I don’t have anything planned for a second chapter and may end up leaving it hanging. Sorry, if you actually like it. Its more of an experiment to see if I could write something, if anything.
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