Chapter: Fallen Petals
Rating: NC-17 | M
Pairing/Character/s: Byakuya x Senbonzakura
Word Count:6,246
Warning/s: Spoilers. Man Sex. Angst.
Summary: It's been five years since the prologue of this story. Aizen has been defeated and Seireitei is in the middle of one hell of a clean up. Years of only brief, usually formal meetings with Renji and long months apart have left Byakuya with a distinct feeling of loneliness. Senbonzakura decides that it's time the noble stopped wallowing in self pity.
A/N: Okay, so here's where the main arc of the story begins. As stated, there is a five year jump between the prologue and here. At some point, a timeline will be added to visually express exactly how our timeline progresses, as it makes a few jumps here and there. This is the first. This is quite a bit of a jump, as we essentially skipped the entire remaining series and adopted only the following assumptions; Aizen is dead/defeated, Ichigo killed him, Renji is part of the clean up effort and in charge on the field, Rukia has stayed with Ichigo most, if not all, of this time and works from the Living World, Aizen was killed some time in late 2007 or early 2008 and it is now 2011.
That having been said, it's important to now note that most scenes and huge plot twists are not only born from spur of the moment crack, but also typically developed during sex scenes. So, every time you see a smexings from now on, realize we are plotting heavilly during it. Also, don't forget to read the omakes! There's some hints in them as to where we are headed, and they're rather amusing.
"Stretching his hand out to catch the stars,
he forgets the flowers at his feet."
- Jeremy Bentham
The lack of Renji's presence had, despite Byakuya's initial denial, taken its toll. He was reminded of what silence truly was now that the redhead wasn't around him almost every waking hour, and found that, surprisingly, he didn't exactly want to be reminded. Complete and utter silence was something he had cherished before, but now it deafened his senses and numbed him in ways that he did not want to experience again - loneliness and boredom being among those ways.
Deciding the best way to temporarily remedy these afflictions was a few moments outdoors, the noble strayed from his office for the rest of the afternoon after turning in his paperwork. Byakuya retired to the gardens surrounding his estate, out of shinigami attire and dressed in a sapphire blue silk kimono, his zanpakutou still at his side. After shaking off a few curious household members that inquired as to his early arrival home (to that, he responded he was simply suffering a headache and they were not helping), the noble found his favorite spot in a secluded area of the garden, beneath perhaps the eldest, tallest sakura tree in the entire landscape. He relaxed, then, leaning his head back against the trunk of the tree and shutting his eyes.
In spite of the season, the soft smell of falling sakura blossoms clung faintly to the air, whisked about by a soft breeze. For a moment, the air felt heavy as if perfumed, and then that too was swept aside by the lucid air. A feeling reminiscent of still waters overcame the tranquil garden, dampening the air only slightly with a barely visible mist. The feel of an impossibly light touch cooling the side of the noble's face sought to draw him from his thoughts.
Byakuya's eyes did not open right away, but he acknowledged the presence with a slight tilt of his head in the opposite direction, away from the touch. Absently, he noted that he had wished for his loneliness to come for an end, but this sort of company was not exactly what he had in mind. The noble's eyes opened half-way and he peered in the direction of the figure kneeling next to him. "I hardly expected you to bestow your presence upon me today," he stated quietly, his calm expression unchanging.
Deeply reddened lips twitched into a faint smirk, a soft echo of the emotions showing in equally crimson eyes. "You are an enigma, Kuchiki Byakuya... staying when you should run, running when you should stay... No weapon has yet threatened you, no person yet frightened you, and yet you fear your own pith."
The noble frowned, not in the mood for the spirit's riddles and vague references. He shifted where he was seated, resting his head against the tree again as he regarded Senbonzakura out of the corner of his eye. "To what are you referring this time? I was not aware I was running; the ground seems rather steady beneath my feet, and thus I have no reason to in either case."
The sword spirit's gaze slid to the tree momentarily, staring up into the branches of its namesake contemplatively. After a moment, sanguine eyes returned to their original target, gaze markedly softer than usual. "You believe that you must defend yourself from me." Pristine white hair shifted gently from the gentle gust, the eidolon offering no further statements of clarification.
There was a weighted pause as the dark-haired man took in the uncommonly blunt way with which Senbonzakura spoke. A soft sigh heaved past his lips and the noble shuts his eyes completely, his voice barely above a murmur, "You have crossed boundaries that you have not dared to do so before. It is... not appreciated."
"Holding oneself between invisible boundaries aids nothing. One can only be assured success by never moving," Senbonzakura answered softly. "A self imposed prison of motion is worse than ice... I do not wish to see you so entrapped." Quietly, the apparition slipped from a kneeling position to a simple seiza, eyes never leaving the noble.
"The concern is welcomed, but the methods in which you employ it are not," Byakuya answered somewhat curtly, his frown deepening. "And I do not believe I am so inhibited as I was in the past, despite your implications." Tipping his head up, his eyes opened towards the sky, watching the cerulean hue of it through the flowers adorning the tree.
"You will remain ill content with whatever method I choose," Senbonzakura answered calmly.
"Perhaps." The noble's eyes briefly and frostily shifted to the figure and then away again. "Your meddling may have had favorable results in the past, but there are different circumstances now and I do not see the need for any lengthy involvement on your part."
"... I hope you do not question why I am the only one who has done and said such things as I have to you." The specter’s voice, though still calm, was as soft as the mist that always curved around it. If the noble bothered to look, he'd have witnessed the first moment since the zanpakutou had manifested itself all those years ago, in which its sanguine gaze was downcast and lidded. "Regardless of what actions I take, I am forever bound to you. It has been my preference, then, to push you forward when you will not be moved. ... Even if you come to hate me for my ‘meddling’... know that it was only done on your behalf."
There was an uncharacteristic shift in the zanpakutou's tone that bade Byakuya to glance in its direction. A sudden stab of guilt hit him, and then swung upward; making him bite down on any words he may have said. He knew he was the reason Senbonzakura was acting this way, but pride refused to allow an apology. There was no doubt in his mind that the sword had only helped him in the past, and though Byakuya may have resented the spirit's intervention at times, he could never feel hate for it. Too numerous were the times when Senbonzakura had aided him battle for him to push aside all times of assistance that he had thanked the blade for.
A slender hand caught the apparition's chin and gently tipped its gaze upward. Briefly, Byakuya pushed down his pride, knowing if he did not now, many problems would arise in the future if he desired the zanpakutou's aid. "...My words are too harsh." His own eyes fell to meet the other's. "Nevertheless, it would be preferred for your involvement in... matters of the heart to be limited from here on out."
Not for the first time since it had taken noble as its charge, Senbonzakura felt torn in its reaction. It was, however, the first time it allowed this to be shown. Byakuya could not hide his emotions from the sword as he could with everyone else, and so it knew without thought that the man's words were honest. It was also this insight, however, which made it hesitate to react in expected form. The shinigami was lonely and though he was loathe to admit it, he was also afraid. It was a nebulous fear that mimicked yet never truly had a form, and it worried the sword spirit.
Senbonzakura sighed softly and closed its eyes, turning its head slightly against Byakuya's hand so that the man's gesture turned more affectionate than it had been. Unnoticeably at first, and then gradually becoming more apparent, the mist surrounding them dissipated into the air, solidifying the blade's extremities. Along with the mist, the sword's gentle glow faded away, leaving no longer an apparition, but a being of real substance.
"Do not curb your words," Senbonzakura partially chided and opened its eyes once more. "I asked only that you prove yourself once, and you did. I will not forsake you over anything between us. It is not my way. You did not think your words too harsh originally and I would rather hear your true thoughts than be placated out of fear of such things happening."
The noble's frown returned, but he did not pull his hand away. In spite of himself, his thumb absently brushed Senbonzakura's pale cheek as he regarded the other quietly for a moment. "...I am thankful for your loyalty," he said finally, and then averted his gaze only seconds later. Byakuya knew the crimson of his zanpakutou's own eyes still fell upon him but he shifted, unwilling to meet them as he continued lowly, "I am also thankful for your assistance in certain matters. However... I am beginning to doubt that I am capable of handling such things without your help, and I do not think such a relationship is healthy for either of us. I want..." The noble hesitated, sighed, and then dropped his voice another level. If Senbonzakura wanted his true thoughts, he would have them. "...I want to know that I am able to mend... anything that happens between Renji and I; that is it not your ability doing so, but mine. It has been you in the past and that... worries me."
"You will not be able to mend all things," the sword explained in a far gentler town that it had ever used with the noble, "nor are you expected to. Abarai Renji understands this. I saw it in him. If you think yourself incapable of solving a dispute, he will step up. As for the situations in which I stepped in..." a small smirk returned to Senbonzakura's lips, soft and almost teasing. "You are right to be worried about my interference, but I assure you that I did not but act as a catalyst for your eventual resolution."
The sword spirit paused then, and slowly reached forward once more, as if expecting the noble to avoid its touch again. "You deserve happiness, Kuchiki-sama... I would do anything to see you to that end."
Slowly, his hand slid from the spirit's cheek, dropping it to the ground in front of him. Otherwise, Byakuya did not move, yielding to whatever touch Senbonzakura was to bestow. "If you see that in him... then I must believe it to be true." The noble sighed softly, his eyes dropping to the ground. "And if you believe I deserve happiness... then I shall take your word as thus."
A soft sigh escaped Senbonzakura's lips. "Why are you doing this to yourself?" it asked softly, one pale hand gently sweeping aside the three locks of hair partially obscuring Byakuya's face.
The noble's eyes lifted at those words, and he blinked slightly, the frown still in place deepening from slightly confusion. "After all of the misdeeds I have committed... after all of the honor I have taken from my family's name... do you think it is wrong to question whether or not I deserve happiness?"
With a frown of its own, the sword spirit slid its hand down to firmly grip the shinigami's jaw, making it impossible for the stubborn noble to turn away again. "Kuchiki Byakuya, out of the many possible faults I could possibly name for you, dishonor is not one of them. You have led this family well, often at your own expense. You lead your division well, also quite often at your own expense. I will not sit here and listen to you say otherwise. Neither will I allow you soil memories you so cherish because for five years of your life you were married to a woman who actually made you happy. There is no shame in love. None. And as for any 'misdeeds' - you did none that would shame your family or yourself. A man is not measured by his mistakes, but by his ability handle them, and thus measured you are fully worthy of happiness."
Unable to pull away, the man simply shut his eyes briefly, regaining some form of control over his emotions before he opened them again slowly. Why did Senbonzakura always succeed in hitting so many raw nerves? The mention of love made his chest tighten and his eyes darken in some unrecognizable emotion that, if looked upon long enough, resembled some form of melancholy which gave way to desperate loneliness that was forcefully being restrained. "Enough." Byakuya's voice broke on the word, and his hand reached to grip the spirit's wrist gently but firmly. "I tire of this conversation."
With a strength belied by its delicate features, Senbonzakura flipped its captured wrist around so that Byakuya's hand was first dislodged and then caught and slammed back beside his shoulder against the tree. A simmering hemic gaze similarly bored into Byakuya's dark eyes, the sword spirit's anger boiling over through the glare such that it looked nearly demonic in its only barely repressed fury. "We are not done with this conversation," the zanpakutou icily informed its companion. "You can treat me however you like, but you will not continue to think of yourself and your loved ones in such a degrading manner. I will not stand it any longer."
Temporarily stunned by the zanpakutou's reaction, Byakuya blinked widened eyes and drew in a slow, steadying breath. Any anger he would have felt due to Senbonzakura's actions was quickly and efficiently pushed back by the sword's words that followed. The noble inclined his head passively, lips pursed in a still present frown as his fingers curled downward, brushing the edge of the pale hand that held his wrist quite firmly. For a few moments, he did not speak, and instead mulled Senbonzakura's words over in his clouded mind. Degrading - was that what he was doing to Renji; what he had done to Hisana? He sighed, and allowed his head to lean back against the trunk of the tree.
"...Sometimes," Byakuya said softly, "I do not think I understand the implications of my own words. I thank you for your diligence, Senbonzakura, in correcting me."
A long moment followed before the scarlet gaze softened, but eventually it did and the hand holding Byakuya's wrist to the tree adjusted to entwine their fingers. Finally, Senbonzakura nodded and relaxed its position, coming to rest against the noble, head resting on his shoulder, watching the bushes to the man's left. This time, the sword said nothing.
Byakuya tensed briefly as his zanpakutou came to lie against him, but relaxed again shortly after and did not attempt to move away. Instead, his free arm slowly slid around Senbonzakura, his fingers lightly resting on its lower back. The noble remained silent as well, and shut his eyes while his thumb absently slid against the back of the other's hand.
Red eyes lidded again, this time in simple contentment. Senbonzakura couldn't remember Byakuya ever showing it any form of affection, making the understated gesture stand out clearly. It dared not break the moment, in fear that as soon as it ended, such a thing would be lost once again. And yet, a need to show appreciation tugged at the zanpakutou. Eventually, it settled on a low thrum of spirit energy, enveloping them enough to be noticed, but light enough not to bother.
A soft sigh escaped the noble as he relaxed, his still-tense nerves calmed by the spirit energy around him. It reminded him that he was not alone, and had no reason to feel so desperately lonely even without Renji's presence. His own reiatsu settled into a gentle, rolling undertone as Byakuya slid his arm more securely about the spirit and bade him closer. "Thank you," were the soft murmured words as Byakuya's lips pressed against Senbonzakura's hair.
A content sigh whisked its way past blood red lips as the zanpakutou adjusted accordingly, sliding the rest of its body into a more comfortable position against its shinigami charge. Red eyes closed completely to forestall the rush of emotion that accompanied the simple gesture directed at it. Not trusting its voice, it only managed a whispered echo of the noble's words before settling back into silence, soaking up the moment for as long as it lasted.
Breathing in slowly, the noble took in the scent of sakura and the silken texture of the sword's hair. His mind wandered and he inwardly scolded himself; obviously, he had neglected his zanpakutou for far too long, if a simple gesture of affection could make it act like this. Byakuya felt a sudden tug to protect what normally protected him, and gently shook his hand free of Senbonzakura's to wrap both arms around the spirit and cradle it to his chest.
The sword spirit curled up instinctively, laying its head in the crook of Byakuya's neck. The sudden amount of affection was becoming a bit overwhelming for the normally forcibly stoic creature, yet it could do nothing but radiate gratitude towards the shinigami who'd mastered it so long ago. "Thank you..." it whispered softly once more, an errant tear marring otherwise perfect alabaster skin as it briefly touched its lips to Byakuya's neck, scared and hopeful and far too overwhelmed to act 'correctly'.
The touch of Senbonzakura's lips to his skin prompted a slow but automatic intake of breath. Grey-blue eyes caught sight of the single tear that made its way down the zanpakutou's pale cheek and he lifted a hand, gently catching the sword's chin and lifting it while his thumb carefully wiped away the moisture from the delicate skin. "You are as deserving of happiness as I," Byakuya murmured before dipping his head and pressing a soft kiss to the spirit's lips.
Senbonzakura tilted its head up, returning the kiss automatically. The strong thrum of blood screamed through its veins, pounding harshly as the rest of its body all but melted against the shinigami. Its spirit energy shifted again, speeding up slightly as if to match its pulse. A pale hand thoughtlessly slid around the back of Byakuya's neck, not insistent or forceful, just resting and adding support to the spirit's position.
Gently, almost as if the gesture would break the spirit, the noble's right hand threaded through the long, pure white hair. His head tilted slightly, giving him a better angle to slowly, almost cautiously deepen the kiss, not wanting to push too far. This, as Byakuya saw it, was a comfort for both of them, but he did not want to anger his zanpakutou regardless of such intentions.
The hand on the back of Byakuya's head tightened involuntarily as Senbonzakura opened itself to the coaxing kiss, reiatsu now in a deep, rolling purr. Eyelids tightened as a few more tears slipped by even as the sword spirit desperately tried to reign in its overflowing emotions. Not wanting Byakuya to get the wrong impression from the tears, Sen more actively returned the kiss, not as experienced in that area as its shinigami charge, but not letting that fact get in the way of returned affection.
A soothing hand pressed against Senbonzakura's lower back, gathering it closer as the noble's fingers massaged lightly. The tears made Byakuya hesitate briefly, but the reciprocation of his advances made him relax and continue. His tongue slid over the spirit's lower lip and against the other's tongue, encouraging the zanpakutou to return the languid movements as a tender hand slipped from pristine white hair to an equally white cheek, catching tears beneath his fingertips.
The gentle massage at the base of its back was the grounding the spirit needed to finally get its emotions and reactions under some parody of control. It pressed closer to the noble, slowly following Byakuya's oral coaxings, moaning quietly into the kiss when the lower hand hit a sensitive spot.
A low rumble of approval slipped from the noble's throat, his thumb pressing into the same spot again and slowly rubbing. His teeth grazed deliberately over the spirit's lower lip as he broke the kiss from need to breathe. Byakuya's lips soon found another outlet on the curve of Senbonzakura's jaw, kissing before nipping lightly, reddening the pale skin easily.
A small jolt of pleasure shot up Sen's spine, making it arc up and crane its neck back slightly, gasping softly at the sensations. Pale hands slid down the noble's neck; searching lightly for some manner in which the zanpakutou could reciprocate the soft pleasures it was given.
Taking advantage of the exposed skin, Byakuya's lips slid down and pressed to the white throat, tongue slowly tracing it before suckling softly. His teeth grazed the skin over the thudding pulse, letting his warm breath linger there. "Relax," the noble breathed as Senbonzakura's hands wandered, his hand dropping from the spirit's face to its shoulder. A slender hand snuck underneath the fabric, brushing pale, bare skin.
A soft sigh escaped the zanpakutou's lips when Byakuya's hand slid beneath its robe. Brilliantly red eyes cracked open once more, now free off tears, but darkened by pleasure. Blood red lips trembled with each swipe of the noble's tongue or touch of teeth to skin, with the latter drawing short, anticipatory gasps. Heeding the man's words, however, the sword focused only on the touches it received, enjoying them to their fullest and expressing it easily.
The noble, unable to resist the perfect, unmarred skin, gently bit the side of the sword's neck. Sucking slowly on the spot, he drew out the pleasure with slow caresses of his tongue until satisfied he had left a mark. Only then did Byakuya pull his mouth away, his teeth quickly finding a soft earlobe to tug on as his hand pushed down one shoulder of the zanpakutou's robe, then the other. The white silk pooled at their hips, and Byakuya's lips trailed to a previously untouched shoulder, pressing a kiss there as his hand skimmed down the slim chest, his thumb grazing over a nipple.
Senbonzakura moaned loudly when Byakuya’s teeth sank into its flesh, both from the sensation and the knowledge it was being marked. It stretched its neck slightly to allow better access, which only helped further when the noble pealed off the top of its robe. A faint blush dusted its skin with a pastel pink, like the very base of a sakura petal. Another short gasp escaped when the shinigami's attentions shifted to its chest, causing it to instinctively arc into the touch, seeking more contact.
The man's left hand reaffirmed its position on the sword's lower back, increasing the pressure there and drawing the other closer. A soft, barely audible chuckle acknowledged the flush of Senbonzakura's skin, followed by the repeated motion of the captain's fingers against the sensitive nub, except this time he slowed the brush of thumb against skin out at an almost lazy pace. To answer the zanpakutou's need for more, however, Byakuya carefully shrugged off the shoulders of his own kimono, briefly pulling away his touch to free his arms before resuming it with enthusiasm. He pulled the spirit flush against him, their pale limbs tangling and reddened lips meeting in a heated kiss.
Perfectly straight strands of impossibly long, white hair fell across the spirit's back and then lightly dusted the noble's exposed skin with teasingly faint, silken touches. Arms as pale and cool as ivory encircled strong shoulders, pulling close as slim legs parted across Byakuya's lap, allowing Sen to really lean into the kiss. It tilted its head slightly, meeting the shinigami's tongue with its own without competition, but in heated passion.
A slight shudder ran through the noble's frame as the zanpakutou's cool skin slid against his own. His hands slid through the alabaster hair, threading his fingers through it as they traveled lower along Senbonzakura's back. One hand loosely hooked into the sash that barely held the rest of the sword spirit's robe in place, and lightly tugged, undoing the knot and freeing the sash from its place. A gentle touch to the sword's hips bade it to lift them slightly, causing the robe to slide away completely. As he tipped his head from the kiss, Byakuya's eyes slid appreciatingly over the figure before him, and his lips ghosted an affectionate kiss over the line of the other's jaw.
With the last bit of its clothing removed, the sword spirit shivered gently - not from the cool air but from the dark gaze inspecting its bare form. Despite the clearly aroused feelings it could feel radiating from the shinigami holding it, there was still a moment, no matter how brief, in which it worriedly compared Byakuya's tastes to its own form. It would never be a lover to this man, nor even a loved one. Senbonzakura knew its place. It did not bother the spirit, but in spite of such things it still worried because its shinigami was giving it something it could never ask for and still deeply wanted, and it desperately wanted the experience to resonate for the man as well as itself. It shifted slightly, freeing a hand to push back its long hair, exposing more skin to the noble's wandering eyes.
Lifting his head a bit more, Byakuya regarded the spirit through half-lidded eyes. His hand slid from its place on the other's hip, fingertips tracing slow patterns over a taunt stomach as he spoke, voice slightly rough with scantily bit back desire, "Something concerns you." The noble's eyes, though dark with passion, met his zanpakutou's crimson gaze with surprising gentleness and flicker of his own concern. "If you do not wish to continue..." he trailed off, leaving the decision to Senbonzakura. Despite how much he desired this further connection to the spirit, Byakuya would not push forward if Senbonzakura was in any way hesitant. It was a matter of strengthening their bond and trust, and that could not be built with any fear on either side.
After a moment's pause, a faint smirk traced Sen's lips. "How prideful I am to have forgotten the corollary to my bond with you." Bowing its head gently, the sword spirit touched its lips to Byakuya's, keeping the kiss simple, yet affectionate. "You are giving me something very precious, Kuchiki-sama... I merely worry that I am not reciprocating well enough." Its right hand rose and gently brushed back the inky black hair on the left of the shinigami's head.
Sighing softly, the noble tipped his head toward the touch of the cool hand and shut his eyes briefly. "...If that is all, then I am relieved. I worried that I was taking, rather than giving." His eyes opened again and he watched the sword beneath his eyelashes as his right hand lifted to brush his knuckles gently across a pristine cheek. "The only thing I ask of you is your willingness. If I have that, then that is all I need in reciprocation."
"You have it. You always have it," Sen murmured softly, trailing its lips down Byakuya's neck. The noble's skin was warm and heated beneath its touch... a fire the spirit was instinctively drawn to.
Byakuya allowed himself to savor the spirit's touch for a moment, the steady thrum of his reiatsu increasing by a fraction. "Good..." he breathed before carefully straightening and pushing Senbonzakura back on the noble's thighs, just enough to untie the sash holding his kimono to his skin. The sapphire silk fell away and he gathered the other's body back to him, his skin warming the zanpakutou's as one hand slipped into the folds of his discarded robe and into one of the inside pockets. Wryly, he thanked the recently dry weather to prompt him into bringing a small vile of body oil that kept the sharp, moistureless winds from drying out his hands.
A soft rumble of approval echoed from the zanpakutou's body to its spirit energy which pushed gently against Byakuya's own, sliding in a sensuous manner against the incorporeal extension of the shinigami. Senbonzakura mimicked the motion with its own body, sliding up against the noble's bare skin, peppering it with small kisses as it went.
Shivering at the sensation, the noble's arm still around the spirit slid upward, his fingers twisting into immaculately white hair and tugging. The touch was still gentle but firm enough to pull the zanpakutou's head back, exposing a pale throat that the shinigami's lips fastened to, drawing out the pleasure there with teasing licks and scrapes of teeth. His left hand, slick with oil, slipped around Senbonzakura's body and delved lower, a single finger grazing across its entrance.
Small, sharp gasps echoed each brush of teeth to skin, the sword's left hand grasping tightly to Byakuya's upper arm as the pleasure softly spiked up its spine, eventually flooding out to the rest of its extremities. The brush across its more intimate areas sparked a low moan, accented by a slight push against the shinigami's gentle touch, urging him forward.
The noble's teeth tugged lightly at a previously unmarked spot of flesh as his fingers slid upward, repeating the motion against the spirit once more before two fingers slowly slipped into it. He waited for the zanpakutou to relax and adjust before he moved them carefully, watching its reactions out of the corner of his eye.
The hand on Byakuya's arm tightened when the second finger was added, but the motion was accompanied by a shuddering moan. The sword spirit tilted its head to the right, panting softly at the gently stimulating touches caressing its form. With a soft sigh of pleasure, it pushed back against the noble's fingers; a soft noise not unlike a whine crept from its throat, the need for more plainly in the tone.
As the spirit pressed back, Byakuya's fingers twisted slightly and hooked in just the right direction. His right hand slid to Senbonzakura's hip, grasping firmly and steadying it, his own breath warm and fast against the sword's neck. A sharp cry rang from the normally quiet creature, sanguine eyes snapping open in pleased, epicurean shock. Its head bowed forward, hair falling over them as it panted harshly and moved more deliberately against the licentious hand.
"More..." The word was little more than a whispered plea, trailing into a ragged moan when Byakuya's fingers brushed the sensitive spot again. "Please... more..."
A soft smirk tugged on the noble's lips as he gave into the zanpakutou's pleas, grazing over the same spot once, twice more before slowly withdrawing his hand. He placated the sword spirit momentarily with a deep, thorough kiss as he slicked his length with oil. Byakuya's hands then slid to Senbonzakura's hips, firmly grasping as he lifted its body slightly. Without breaking their kiss, the man gradually brought the spirit's body down. He moaned lowly at the heat that slowly surrounded him, his fingers digging into the pale hips, breath catching raggedly once his zanpakutou was fully seated upon him.
Any sounds of protest at the removal of Byakuya's hand were muffled by the sudden, deep kiss which Sen returned passionately. It adjusted its position slightly so its legs were set more solidly at each side of Byakuya's lap, helping to lower itself on to the shinigami's stiff length. The sensation of being filled by such firm heat made the spirit's muscles quiver and then clamp down, a short spike of pain lancing through its body, pouring a shaky moan into their kiss.
Upon loosening his grip on Senbonzakura's hips, the same hands slid soothingly to the spirit's back, stroking and massaging along its spine and lower back. Byakuya's teeth grazed over the other's lower lip, gently tugging, his voice a low, rumbling purr, "Relax, Senbonzakura..." The noble waited until the muscles unclenched around him before slowly rocking his hips upward, angling just slightly to graze the same spot he had hit before to convince the zanpakutou to enjoy itself further.
Reacting instantly to the short command, Sen's muscles relaxed; the slight sheen of pain disappearing entirely with the deliberate brush against the sword spirit's sensitive spot. A deeply pleasured moan followed the action as the creature all but melted against the shinigami, its head resting against Byakuya's shoulder for a moment, panting breaths attempting to calm its thrumming pulse.
Feeling the spirit relax completely around him, the noble gave a soft nip to a white shoulder as he shifted beneath the other's body. He bent one knee, bracing his foot firmly on the ground as a strong arm steadied his zanpakutou around the waist, his fingers running over its hip. With that support, Byakuya lifted the sword's body, bringing it almost completely off of his length before rocking the pale form back down, arching his hips to meet the now-pliant body, using the motion to establish a steady pace as he muffled a groan against the other's shoulder.
Senbonzakura straightened to aid in the movement, shifting its hands to Byakuya's shoulders, gripping tightly to support itself. Adjusting its legs again, the sword was able to create part of the motion itself and used the leverage to quicken the pace a bit, dropping its hips harder to draw up deeper sensations. The combination of pain and pleasure drew it more deeply into their motions, long nails digging into the noble's shoulders as ragged groans spilt from its lips.
A throaty moan of pleasure slipped past the dark-haired man's lips, his hips thrusting up firmly into the sword's body to encourage the quicker pace. Byakuya leaned his head back against the tree behind him, sucking in a slow breath as his fingers tightened against the zanpakutou's hip. The sensation of its nails against his flesh made his breath quicken, sharpen, and his free hand almost simultaneously return the favor, his nails raking like dull claws down Senbonzakura's chest. His hand slid lower, thumb rubbing over the very tip of its length. The noble's tongue wet his lower lip as he watched the body before him react to his ministrations.
The added stimulation caused the sword spirit to arc forward harshly, a low keen wrenched from its throat as its head fell back, red eyes awash in passion staring sightlessly at the darkening sky above them. Its muscles clenched again, this time voluntarily as it continued drawing itself up and down at a faster, slightly rougher pace. Erotic vocalizations of its pleasure became more frequent, hovering just below the point where the noise would leave their immediate area.
The noble's voice echoed the sword spirit's, ragged and breathless in his passion. Too far gone to care if anyone might hear them, his hand slid around his partner's erection, palm a tight, heated friction around the sensitive flesh as Byakuya stroked the zanpakutou in time to the roughened motions of their hips. His nails bit into the skin of Senbonzakura's hip as his foot planted more firmly onto the ground and he arched his hips up, harder and deeper than before. Another deep moan fled Byakuya's throat and he sought to muffle the sound, at least temporarily, in the exposed arc of pale flesh that was his zanpakutou's neck by pressing kisses to the bruises already littered there, scattering more darkened flesh in his wake.
The combined stimulation finally won over Senbonzakura's frayed nerves. A keening call vaguely reminiscent of a word resounded through the immediate area with a sudden burst of reiatsu. The energies were long in settling, their controller overcome by the force of its ecstasy. Byakuya soon followed Senbonzakura in loosing himself, the combined sensation of clenching muscles and simply the image of the beautiful body before him, awash with passion and emotion, pushing him hard over the edge. The noble's own reiatsu sparked wildly as he succumbed to wordless abandonment, the only thing keeping it under some restriction being the reverberation of his zanpakutou's own energies around him.
Physically spent, Senbonzakura fell forward, lying against Byakuya just as before. After a long moment's rest, the spirit gently calmed their combined reiatsu, allowing the flows to weave about each other languidly. Shutting his eyes, Byakuya leaned back, giving the sword more room to relax against him. One hand lazily traced circles on Senbonzakura's back as he settled beneath the lull of their combined energy, his own winding about the zanpakutou's in a rather noticeable rolling purr.
Minutes passed comfortably in silence before Senbonzakura felt recovered enough to raise a blood red gaze to the shinigami he rested against. A smile curved his lips gently, which he soon pressed affectionately against Byakuya's own, fully enjoying the afterglow of their passions. "Thank you." The words were low and quiet, yet brimming with emotion.
His own hint of a smile was lost to the affection of Senbonzakura's kiss, which he returned tenderly. "...You are the one deserving of thanks, not I."
A slim white finger brushed aside the hair made to partially obscure the noble's face. "Then we are both deserving," Sen corrected gently, enjoying being this close with his charge.
Byakuya acknowledged the correction with a small nod, his own hand rising to slip through the silky mane of white. "I am glad you interrupted my privacy today," the noble said with a low chuckle, "I would not have found solace so easily without your presence."
"I am glad you have found it," the sword spirit whispered, leaning into Byakuya's touch. "You will never walk alone... I swear that to you."
"I believe you," Byakuya murmured, pressing his lips to his zanpakutou's forehead. "And I am forever grateful for your support.” Senbonzakura's eyes slid shut at the gentle pressure of his shinigami's lips against his forehead. A soft sigh escaped him and he remained unmovingly as he was.
OMAKE:
Gali: 00:31:48
(you know, if Renji came back to Seireitei to this, I’m pretty sure his general reaction would be 'w...tf.')
Kira: 00:33:46
(rofl, yeah, he'd have to go through stages though, first the "...who...?"
And then the denial "nah, can't be..."
And then the "holy fuck, that's Senbonzakura"
Followed by "... Taichou and Senbonzakura..."
A short pause and then "WTF?!" *doesn't know if he should be upset/jealous or not and short circuits from massive overload/confusion*)
Gali: 14:59:21
(*is envious of a sword now...has sunk very low*)
Kira: 14:59:36
(Dude, everyone is envious of Sen-chan, this is normal)
Gali: 15:00:07
(XD good then, my brain is only 110% insane rather than 125%)
Kira: 15:00:15
(lol XD)
Kira: 15:00:26
(Trust me, Renji'd be envoius too. )
Gali: 15:00:42
(Renji would be foaming at the mouth from jealousy)
Kira: 15:00:54
(Oh yeah...)
Kira: 15:02:26
(I can see the arguments now...
"You never ask."
"This never used to be a problem"
"You ask your sword."
"... Renji, are you jealous of my zanpakutou?"
"... *brood*" )
Gali: 20:43:26
(*idly wonders if Byakuya just took his swords virginity* >D)
Kira: 20:43:51
(Let's say yes, for the hell of it >D)
Gali: 20:43:58
(Awesome XD)
Gali: 20:43:59
(Go Byakuya!)
Kira: 20:45:31
(He's a stud XP)
Kira: 21:01:41
(And, yes, I purposely changed pronouns)
Gali: 21:02:18
(Methinks Sen-chan enjoys being male XD)
Kira: 21:03:49
(Let's put it this way...
If (male = gaysex && gaysex.getPartner() = Byakuya)
{
Sen.male() = true;
}
/nerd)
Gali: 21:04:07
(LMAO XDD)
Gali: 21:04:14
(The sad thing is I actually got that lmao)
Kira: 21:04:30
(!! You rock)
Gali: 21:06:03
(<?php include 'Byakuya.Sen_chan';
$status = 'happy';
$hide_emotions = false;
$show_smile = true;
$loneliness = false';
include $Renji.'threesome.nearfuture'; ?>
Gali: 21:06:47
(*whistles*)