Chapter: 42
Rating: NC-17 | MA
Pairing/Character/s: Byakuya x Renji x Senbonzakura + Zabimaru
Word Count: 11,023
Warning/s: Spoilers. Angst. Threesome. Man smex.
Summary: Senbonzakura gives his shinigami some space. Zabimaru follows. Unintended friction leads to an unexpected resolution.
A/N: Yes, you're reading that correctly. I've noticed there's a lot of sex in this story. Hm. I wonder what that says about us? Enjoy!
"See? Sex fixes everything! "
- Kuchiki Shiraku
The soft breeze felt good on Senbonzakura's skin. He turned his face to it, letting the cool air gently push his hair back and soothe his mind. Vaguely, almost by habit, he checked to make sure Byakuya was still fine and, finding the man was certainly in no need of his presence, leaned against a the tree of his namesake. Petals scattered down from the branches, floating on invisible currents around him as if drawn to his presence. They probably were, he mused, extending a hand to catch one. It was soft and light, barely clinging to his alabaster skin as if by some will to stay there. A sigh breached his lips unwelcomed and unheeded as it mixed with the wind. The Kuchiki garden was a truly beautiful landscape to be lost within, which was what he'd intended, but was finding incredibly hard. Every time his mind wandered from his immediate surroundings, it went straight back to his charge and the man's lover, worriedly running over last words he'd exchange with the noble before stepping outside. He had to give them space.... then why was it so hard?
Though not exactly for charitable reasons, Zabimaru had taken leave of his own shinigami charge. His own reasons mostly consisted of - well, Senbonzakura was out and about without Byakuya around, and the rarity of that situation prompted the other sword spirit to leap upon the opportunity. Slipping out of the room was easy once Renji focused his attention on the noble, and after making his way out to the gardens, the nue shifted to the much lesser-known manifestation he possessed; darkly tanned skin replacing white fur, his form adjusting to an upright position as he walked, one hand pushing errant strands of unkept, black hair from his face as he tilted his head back to enjoy the sun warming his bare, well-muscled torso.
Zabimaru could already sense the other spirit's presence, but carefully hid his own reiatsu (which wasn't all that hard, seeing as it was still abysmally low). Slowly, he made his way through the gardens until he caught sight of Senbonzakura. A smirk slid across his face as he slid around the area, silently slipping behind the tree the other zanpakutou leaned against. A quick step closer and an arm slipping about a slim waist was the only warning he gave the other of his presence before he pressed his lips to Senbonzakura's pale neck and drew the ethereal being back against him.
"Hey there," Zabimaru breathed, grinning slightly. "Thought you went out here to relax... Not look upset."
The only thing saving the zanpakutou from an instinct driven, bloody end was the swift recognition of reiatsu seconds before Sen's attack would have landed. The absolute shock of the greeting shook the sword spirit deeply, half from the method of greeting and half from the surprised of not having caught the familiar reiatsu until he'd nearly killed the other zanpakutou. Senbonzakura stiffened against the unsolicited intimacy and pushed out of the embrace.
"You shouldn't have manifested in your state."
The dark-haired spirit frowned, disappointed that Senbonzakura pulled away, but didn't try to pull him back. The distinct rise in the other zanpakutou's reiatsu was enough to warn him away, at least for now, seeing as it temporarily left Zabimaru with a headache and the thought that sneaking up on the other spirit wasn't the best thing he could have done.
"Yeah, well, I did anyway," Zabimaru muttered uselessly, raising a hand to rub the back of his neck as his head still reeled. Okay, so manifestation wasn't the best idea either. Too late to go back, anyway; who knew what was going on in that bedroom now? "Sorry for surprising you," he added, feeling the need to apologize when all he felt from Senbonzakura was disapproval.
Frowning lightly, Sen turned to look at the other zanpakutou. Seeing and feeling Zabimaru's state, however, the frown soon dissipated with a sigh. A pale hand rose to brush a dark cheek, the surrounding reiatsu fading while the touch sought to help the nue level his own out. "I suppose I cannot blame you for leaving," Senbonzakura spoke quietly, dropping his hand once he was sure his companion was well enough, "so you are welcome to stay here if you wish."
Dark brown eyes lidded at the cool touch, his reiatsu settling almost instantly and his headache fading. A soft sigh escaped when Senbonzakura's hand pulled away and compulsively, the nue reached out, catching the pale wrist gently. "If 'm gonna bother you, just go ahead and say it," Zabimaru said lowly, brushing an errant thumb against the back of the slim hand he held.
Sanguine eyes dropping to where the other sword spirit held his hand, Sen replied more calmly than he felt at the moment, "Exactly what are your intentions, Zabimaru?" The sheer familiarity he was being treated with unnerved the normally calm zanpakutou.
"Intentions?" The nue snorted softly, but still did not pull his hand from Senbonzakura's. "Y'make it sound like I'm out to get ya or somethin'." Zabimaru let out a long sigh, and finally released the other spirit's hand when he realized he had lingered too long, only to rake his own back through his thick mane of ebony. "Is it a crime that I like being around you?"
Immediately feeling bad for having subtly accused the other man of ill intentions, Senbonzakura's gaze dropped and he answered, "No it is not, I apologize, I have been... I should not have accused you of ill will."
Zabimaru resisted the urge to reach out a hand and catch the other spirit's chin, lift his head back up and do something that Senbonzakura would think extremely inappropriate. "Don't get so worked up, it's fine." Managing a smile, the zanpakutou tilted his own head to catch the other's crimson gaze. "It's my own fault, sneakin' up on you and all. Now, c'mon, you need to relax; you're gettin' a break for the day; take advantage of it."
Smiling faintly despite himself at the other spirit's actions, Senbonzakura raised his head. "I'm afraid you'd be far better at such things than I. I am not used to... taking a break. Kuchiki-sama is a full time responsibility for me; as such I am not accustomed to merely... sitting back, though I find I now must."
A low chuckle and a gentle grasp on the pale-haired spirit's arm were the only warnings Zabimaru gave before he slid down underneath the tree, taking a seat and pulling Senbonzakura down next to him. "Then I guess I'll have to teach you how to slack off." The nue struggled not to cross too many lines, not wanting a repeat of earlier, but it was impossible for him not to link a loose arm around the other's waist. "You're really tense," Zabimaru observed as his hand pressed lightly against the other zanpakutou's lower back. "Don't take this in a bad way, but that noble of your's has really been workin' you to the bone lately..."
Senbonzakura couldn't hide the sharp gasp that accompanied his sudden drop into Zabimaru's lap, nor the immediate stiffening of his muscles that followed. The second drew notice, but just before he could reply to the comment, the zanpakutou's second statement cut him off sharply. He turned his head to the side, mortified that the words had caused such a strong reaction emotionally. One of the reasons he'd come out her was to wrest the noble from his mind, but it seemed he would have no sanctuary so long as they remained together. "He has asked nothing of me I have not been willing and able to accomplish," he answered diplomatically, aware of all his inability to look at the other spirit said, but incapable of doing so all the same. "I will not fail him, nor turn down a request."
Sighing, Zabimaru decided that mentioning Byakuya wasn't of the best ideas, either. "All right, all right... Don't get yourself worked up again." The slight tightening of his arm around Senbonzakura's waist drew the other spirit closer to him. "I'm sorry I brought him up," he murmured in a lower tone, taking note of the way the zanpakutou couldn't - or refused - to look at him. Strong but surprisingly gentle fingers pressed into the dip of the pale spirit's back, wherein Zabimaru's thumb dug into an especially tense bundle of muscles. "Calm down... and relax, for your own sake."
Zabimaru's gentle coaxing was quickly becoming far more than Sen could resist in his current state. With a soft exhale, blood red eyes drew shut as tense muscles slowly loosened under the nue's careful massage. Care. That's what was making him so susceptible to the other zanpakutou. Zabimaru was displaying care for him and it was melting all his shields with its warmth. "... Why are you doing this?" he finally whispered, fully under the spell of the other spirit's gentle worrying.
"...'Cause I don't like seein' you upset; you don't deserve to be. And you're much prettier when you're happy," Zabimaru added, trying to lighten things but he only winced to himself as the words escaped without much thought on his part. Shit. Calling Senbonzakura pretty was probably a good way to get killed. "And besides... the last time I had a chance to manifest in this form, y'just turned your nose up at me and ignored me. I figured this might be the only other chance I had, and so I figured what the hell, couldn't hurt tryin'." What exactly he was trying for, the nue didn't mention and instead fell silent. His hand slid against the other zanpakutou's back, still continuing its gentle massage.
Surprisingly, a soft laugh answered Zabimaru's ramble. "You remind me of Abarai. You take so long to say what takes so little to understand," Senbonzakura answered, finally twisting a bit to look over his shoulder at the sword spirit holding him. "I thank you for your care despite the manner in which I treated you in the past. Given that, though... I cannot fathom why you have continued to... care as you seem to."
"Thanks for that," he responded dryly, rolling his eyes. "And I guess I'm like Renji, too, in that I bite and don't let go so easily. I'm not gonna write you off for being snooty a few times." Unable to resist, the nue leaned forward and slid his lips across the pale jaw. He didn't lift his eyes, wary of what the reaction on Senbonzakura's face might be. "And even if you don't notice the obvious more than a few times."
"I hardly think-" The rest of his statement was cut short by a sudden intake of breath that accompanied Zabimaru's lips touching his skin. A shudder crept down Sen's spine, the intimacy of such contact not going unnoticed. He supposed he'd known since the other zanpakutou had arrived, but chosen to ignore it in favor of the warmth the spirit brought. It was addicting already and he'd hardly felt it... the thought crossed his mind that he should not be surprised at his reaction to such comforts after the drastic way in which he'd reacted to Byakuya's display of affection. Perhaps, he admitted, his charge was not the only one denying himself the warmth and comfort of acceptance and care. Perhaps that was why when his mind told him to pull away, all he could do was sigh, close his eyes and gently tilt his head to the side, one hand holding firm to Zabimaru's arm.
The favorable reaction surprised the other spirit, but he kept back his initial shock and responded to the encouragement quite eagerly. Sliding his lips down, Zabimaru reverently kissed the soft, pale skin of the zanpakutou's neck as his free hand slid along the curve of Senbonzakura's spine soothingly. Light, fleeting kisses made their way up the other's pale throat before the nue caught his companion's lips, still surprisingly gentle and soft with his touch. Senbonzakura responded to the gentleness, returning the kiss in kind as he leaned against the other sword's warmth, all mental reproaches dying beneath soft caresses.
A low rumble of pleasure escaped into the kiss and Zabimaru twined his fingers through the impossibly long white hair, pulling the other spirit in for a deeper kiss. Gentle tugs on the sword's lower lip coaxed Senbonzakura to part his lips, and allow the kiss to become more passionate. Carmine lips parted slowly, relenting to the other spirit's advances. Slim, pale fingers slid over Zabimaru's firm shoulders, gripping for a moment before moving beyond and looping around the zanpakutou's neck. Soon afterwards, Senbonzakura's hips turned to align with the rest of his body, settling himself more completely in the other spirit's lap.
Zabimaru smirked slightly, and couldn't help but bask in his good fortune for a moment, seeing as he wasn't dead by Senbonzakura's hand, and the sword spirit was actually willing. Strong arms slid about the other's lean waist, pulling the spirit flush against him. Breaking from the kiss to breathe, the nue's lips slid down to the pale throat. Unable to resist marring the perfect skin, he nipped lightly as one hand gripped a slim hip, his thumb rubbing over the spot through silk. A soft moan slipped past Senbonzakura's lips at the sensation of teeth against his skin. His head fell forward lightly, lips trailing along the slight slope of a cheek bone before tracing the outline of an ear, nipping softly at the bottom of the lobe. His hips responded to Zabimaru's touches by arching forward, attempting to capture more sensations while creating additional ones.
Dark eyes slid half-way shut and Zabimaru's quiet growl of pleasure muffled into the other spirit's neck. The urge to mark was too strong and he caved in, biting the side of the sensitive neck and worrying the spot with his teeth, sucking slowly to ensure at least a small proof of his affections. Firmly gripping Senbonzakura's hips, the zanpakutou arched his own, pressing and rocking their bodies together. The sensation of being marked sparked something inside the sword spirit, causing Sen to toss his head back and moan loudly. He immediately moved against Zabimaru's hips, letting the feelings wash over him like a warm, mentally numbing cocoon. He wallowed in the simple satisfaction of not thinking, but rather only enjoying the physical passions coursing through him.
Sanguine eyes snapped open, breath ripped harshly from an alabaster throat, the zanpakutou jolting as if suddenly being doused in cold water, although the spirit energy that had just spiked through the area was anything but cold. Within seconds, Senbonzakura had whirled out of Zabimaru's grasp but remained otherwise frozen in place.
"... What..." Renji stood only a few down the path with no discernable expression on his face, but a roiling reiatsu that more than made up for his inability to display one emotion long enough to identify it.
Cursing underneath his breath, Zabimaru's eyes sparked with irritation, his temper flaring in Renji's direction before he bit it back carefully. Leave it up to his own shinigami charge to screw things up, just when he had everything going well. Restraining his anger at the interruption, the nue reached for Senbonzakura's arm, calloused fingers sliding over the soft skin and trying to calm him as his gaze flickered from Renji and back to the other zanpakutou.
"I thought y'were spending a little bit more time with your noble, Renji," the zanpakutou managed while trying to balance both Senbonzakura's reaction and Renji's. "And don't look so freaked out, y'should've known I had another manifestation."
On some level, Renji recognized he was angrier than he probably should have been, but hearing Zabimaru's - his own zanpakutou's - words struck a chord that completely overrode every bit of restraint he held. "Should've known?! How the fuck should I have known that? And why the hell are ya' manifested anyway? You should be restin'! I was frickin' worried ya' know! Came all the way out here to see what you were doin' and yer -" His gaze landed harshly on the second sword spirit present, a combination of anger and disappointment rolling off him in waves. Senbonzakura all but crippled from the look alone, harsh reiatsu aside. The redhead was right to be upset with him. He should never have let himself fall prey to Zabimaru's advances and he knew it. Dropping his gaze, Sen dislodged his hand from the other spirit's hold and demanifested entirely, unable to face the Renji and angry with himself for it.
Unable to bite back his own anger after Senbonzakura dissipated, Zabimaru climbed to his feet, eyes flashing. "You can yell at me all you fuckin' want, but leave him the hell out of this! He deals with enough crap already, y'know!" The nue's eyes met Renji's fiercely and his hands clenched at his sides, but he restrained himself just enough to keep some composure. "And for the goddamn record, I've manifested like this before. You've just been too wrapped up - and I mean that literally," the zanpakutou added snidely, "in that noble of yours to notice. As for the why - well, sorry for wanting to get out of that fucking room and have a good time." Zabimaru let out a soft snort. "I've rested enough."
"Don't you fucking blame me for not noticin' something you purposely hid!" Renji snapped and then threw his arms up in frustration, turning away for a moment to pace out some of his overflowing emotions. He raked a hand through his hair and finally turned back to Zabimaru, acutely aware of how angry the sword was with him, even if he remained a little shocked and angry himself. "Look, I really don't care if ya want ta ‘get out’ for a while, but you could have at least mentioned it. I was honestly worried, all right? An' don't get all offended, I know what condition yer in as well as you do," he added with a glare. "An' if you've got a problem with Byakuya just come out an' say it already."
"I didn't purposely hide it; I just never fucking said it out right!" Letting his fury simmer, the sword leaned back against the tree, arms crossing over his chest before he muttered gruffly, "And fine, so I'm not in the best of shape right now, I can deal. Concern's appreciated... Just not when you act like you're my babysitter. I'm s'posed to be making sure you're recovering." At that, Zabimaru did glance toward the redhead a bit critically. "Which Byakuya seems to be helping with... so I won't say anything right now."
"Che, you can do what ya' want, I ain't stoppin' ya," Renji muttered and turned to go back the way he came. "Jus' give me a little warning when yer recoverin', okay? I'm just as responsible for you as you are for me," he added gruffly.
"Fine," Zabimaru answered, taking the support for what it was worth and accepting it. The better he and Renji got along, the better everything would turn out in the end. "Get back to your pretty noble." A sideways glance towards Renji held a hint of warning as he added, "And if Senbonzakura's around, don't harass 'em. He's probably upset enough." The nue would hunt down the other spirit himself, but had a feeling Senbonzakura had already found solace elsewhere, or at least, intended to. With that in mind, Zabimaru bit back another flare of anger and decided that, for his sanity, he'd be better off out of the way, at least for now, and so he demanifested with his last words.
~
As it turned out, a familiar reiatsu did intrude upon Byakuya's senses as he lounged on his bed, loathe to remove himself even after Renji had left to check on his zanpakutou. The noble's eyes lifted from the report he had preoccupied himself with in Renji's absence, and he breathed in the scent of sakura and the sensation of unsettled energy. The sheets shifted slightly as Senbonzakura slid quietly into the bed beside the noble, curling around him as if in a trance. "I..." he trailed off blankly and wrapped an arm over Byakuya. Powerful reiatsu shifted uncertainly, neither retracting nor whisping about as it normally did, but rather reflecting the zanpakutou's mood in a manner disturbingly similar to complete shock.
The zanpakutou's sudden appearance coupled with his strange, unsettled aura made the noble frown. Automatically, the paperwork was set aside and a pale arm slid about the spirit's form as Byakuya's own reiatsu attempted to wrap about Senbonzakura's and calm it slightly. "What happened?" the noble asked quietly as he pulled the sword close, hoping the warmth and contact would help soothe him as well.
The show of concern both physically and through the man's reiatsu made Senbonzakura curl into the noble's half embrace, closing his eyes to only feel the comfort. He let the feeling sink in. Byakuya cared... he only hoped the man would understand as well. "... I'm sorry." He finally managed, not willing to look up at the noble just yet. "I-" He shuddered and curled up tighter, shrinking away from the spirit energy that had just added to the room.
Renji stepped through the garden door still frowning, and closed the door behind him. Looking across the room at the being currently draped over his lover, however, caused a sharp spike in his reiatsu before he could stop it. He quickly pulled it back in though, trying for at least some semblance of patience and understanding even if he desperately wanted to, well, not be civil with the sword spirit currently occupying Byakuya's attention.
The jolt of Renji's energy made Byakuya quickly turn his head, his eyes narrowing slightly at the display. His arm tightened protectively about the spirit as the noble regarded Renji carefully, his frown still present as he found strained patience in Renji's eyes. After trying as hard as he had to reassure Renji that there was nothing between Senbonzakura and himself, Byakuya found it disconcerting that Renji was still jealous and found his own patience being worn thin.
"Renji," the noble began, keeping his eyes on his lover, "if it is acceptable, I would appreciate a moment with Senbonzakura. We need to speak alone."
Curiously, instead of lashing out verbally or otherwise, Renji's reiatsu rolled in on itself, holding tightly to his form. Without a word, he turned back around and walked out the way he came, closing the door behind him. The reaction seemed to snap Senbonzakura back to the immediate reality, making him suddenly sit bolt upright. "No- no he shouldn't leave- I am at fault, not him-"
Renji's reaction fazed Byakuya more so than any verbal or physical assault could have. The noble shifted, uncomfortable at once and feeling a compulsion to follow the redhead, but bit down the urge and instead turned to eye Senbonzakura. "What happened?" the noble repeated tersely, wanting the facts before he went after Renji, at least.
Sen pulled away, trying to compose himself as best as he could. After a steadying breath, he looked back at the noble. "I must apologize. When I left... When I left, Zabimaru followed... He sought to... help me relax and... From there..." Red eyes slid to the side. "I'm afraid Abarai found us in a compromising position... He... please do not be upset with him. It is wholly my own fault for allowing it... Abarai has every right to be upset. I apologize... "
For a moment, Byakuya didn't know whether to be as floored as Renji, or to be comforting his zanpakutou. Settling for something in-between once the initial shock that the spirit had actually associated with Zabimaru in a friendly way faded, the noble hooked an arm back around Senbonzakura and pulled him into a comforting embrace. "I am not exactly sure why you are apologizing; I am happy you can find... comfort - " the noble inwardly was amused at this, " - in another rather than myself. I would hope Renji would view in the same light..."
That thought bothered the captain and he briefly wondered what in the world Renji was upset over. Did he really dislike Senbonzakura that much that he'd be angry about him associating with Zabimaru? Byakuya found it irritating that Renji could possibly be that close-minded and sighed. "I will deal with this, Senbonzakura. Stay in here." Slipping away from the sword spirit, the noble slid out of bed, retying his robe more securely about himself as he walked and stepped out of the door to the garden that Renji had used as an exit. "Renji?" Byakuya called quietly, glancing about for the redhead.
"Right here," the redhead answered, pushing off the wall he'd been leaning against and coming to stand beside the noble. He crossed his arms and waited, knowing Byakuya intended to say or ask something and knowing it was better to just let him speak.
"Why are you so upset with Senbonzakura?" the noble asked immediately, casting a frown up at the redhead. "I would have thought that his attention being focused elsewhere would have made you at ease. Or," Byakuya continued, prodding further, "do you simply dislike him, regardless of who he associates with, your zanpakutou included?"
Renji frowned and uncrossed his arms by placing them firmly on Byakuya's shoulders. "I can't believe you actually think I could be that callous. Yes, I was jealous. And yeah, it still bugs me to see him all over you, but it's got nothin' ta do with sex." His grip tightened on one side, as his other hand drew Byakuya's chin up, keeping their gazes locked and faces close.
"It's got everythin' to do with you. I don't think you really understand how much control you have over me, 'Kuya. You've got me so attached I couldn't let go if I tried; so bent around your every little emotion, need, or want that it fuckin' scares the shit outta me, and I like admitting it even less. But yer not th' only one holdin' on and I'm one hell of a possessive bastard. You are mine and I do NOT want to share you. Not with Senbonzakura or anyone else, but with him I'm FORCED to, cuz I'm not such an asshole ta' make ya' choose between two people you care for. If I'm gonna share, though, he better be as fucking loyal to you as I am and he wasn't being loyal. He was betraying your trust and he knows it. You saw how he reacted. So if you expect me ta' just step aside and "understand", then you're just crazy. I'm not gonna leave ya' and I'm not ever lettin' go, but I'm not gonna 'pretend' to be okay with someone doing that to you."
All Byakuya could do was blink for a moment, completely stunned by the redhead's words, the reaction written clearly across his face. What Renji was saying sent a brief flutter of guilt through him, and made him think that his assertion from the other day - that Senbonzakura would not be an issue between them - was not enough, especially when compared to Renji's feelings. His eyes dropped even if he couldn't pull away. The last thing he intended was for Renji to have to share him... but had it really come to that? If it had, it would make sense to keep Senbonzakura preoccupied elsewhere, as he hadn't thought of it as a betrayal of trust, but... Renji was obviously trying to protect him...
Silencing his thoughts before they could become too carried away, Byakuya sighed softly and lifted his eyes again. "...I already told you," he murmured, breaking the silence between them, "I am not choosing, as there is no competition. I am... only yours."
Before he even fully registered the action, Renji had pulled the other man flush against him, drawing him into a fierce, possessive kiss. A low moan poured into the kiss as Byakuya gave in and all but melted against the younger man, relenting to his kiss and draping a careless arm about his shoulders.
A few, heated moments later, Renji eventually pulled back to catch his breath, auburn eyes searing Byakuya with their possessive gaze. He leaned forward again, keeping their gazes locked as he gently touched their lips together again, this time passing nothing but caring affection between them. One arm slipped to the noble's waist, rubbing a hip bone absently as the redhead returned to his watching, firmly immersing himself in the other man's presence. Even as Byakuya's gaze lidded and dropped, he could feel the stark possessiveness that was directed at him and shivered, drawing in a shaky breath through still parted, kiss-bruised lips. Exhaling slowly to steady his breathing, the noble leaned against Renji, savoring the touch of his hand and even allowing his body to fall into it.
The redhead's other arm wrapped around Byakuya's torso as he came to lean against the younger man, holding him close and tightly. Renji set his chin on the noble's shoulder, closing his eyes briefly as his reiatsu enveloped them in a warm cocoon of energy. It rumbled softly with his satisfaction, though it maintained a certain level of protectiveness at its edges. Burying his face into the other man's neck, the noble basked in the warmth that was Renji. Slowly, he breathed in the redhead's familiar scent, slipping his own arms to a more secure position about his waist. His own reiatsu slowly moved against his lover's in a rolling, purring wave that both coiled its way around Renji's for a good place to settle and submissively let the other energy take primary control of their situation.
"I am sorry that I gave you reason to doubt me," he murmured against the other's neck.
Renji exhaled softly; pulling his reiatsu back enough to allow Byakuya's to settle before enveloping them again. "I should apologize for th' same..." he murmured, rubbing the other's back affectionately, “Since I obviously failed to give you reason not to..."
Byakuya shook his head slightly. "No; it is my fault alone for allowing anything to come between us when it could have been prevented." A soft sigh escaped the noble and his eyes shut again, simply enjoying the attention before he continued quietly, "I do not, however, believe it was any intention of Senbonzakura's to do so... or to betray my trust. And I do not see it as such." One slender hand lifted and brushed across Renji's cheek with surprising tenderness. "He is loyal. But I do not think anyone could be as loyal as you."
A faint blush dusted Renji's features at the statement and he glanced away uncomfortably, still unable to easily accept compliments from the noble that weren't given in jest. He exhaled through his nose and tried to settle his mind around exactly what the other man was telling him. It proved hard as every time he considered the zanpakutou now, his protective urges kicked in. Even so, the image of how absolutely stricken Senbonzakura had looked when trying to rectify any problems between them surfaced fairly quickly. Auburn eyes shifted back to dark ones, comfortable now that his blush had receded.
"... I should talk ta' him," the redhead suggested.
An absent, faint smile made its way across the noble's lips as his hand slid from the younger man's face to rest against his shoulder. His own eyes dropped as Renji glanced back to him, carefully hiding the smile with a nod. "I would appreciate it if you would," Byakuya agreed, then added softly, "he means no harm. I think you even frighten him when you lose your temper... so please refrain from doing so."
"It's hard ta' believe yer zanpakutou could ever be afraid of me," Renji admitted softly, "but I'll try. I don't like ta', you know... I'm just not very good at repressin' it," he added, and then pulled away slightly to walk back towards the door. "You comin' too, or am I on my own here?"
"I'll come," the noble murmured, turning and stepping to follow him. "If nothing else, I'll hold you back if you decide that restraining your temper is too difficult of a task."
Renji nodded and stepped into the room once more, glancing around for Senbonzakura. Not far behind, Byakuya slipped quietly into the room, his eyes drifting to the bed and falling upon the form curled up there and all but hiding underneath the blankets. Sighing, the noble stepped to the side of the bed, leaning down and touching the back of the pale shoulder.
"Senbonzakura. Renji wishes to speak with you."
The touch and words made the spirit shift and sit up quickly. With barely controlled anxiety, he glanced towards the redhead, crimson eyes flickering with worry but managing to remain somewhat calm. The zanpakutou couldn't help but expect the worst, especially after their earlier encounter. The mere thought of that was enough to bring a sheen of red to Senbonzakura's face as he slid from the bed to approach Renji with a soft, "Yes, Abarai?"
Renji sighed and rubbed the back of his neck self consciously, not entirely sure how to bring up the topic or start any conversation at all. "I- ah..." It was hard to look at the sword spirit when being considered with such ... open fear. He exhaled roughly. "Don't look at me like that... 's not right. Ya got no reason to."
Taken off guard, Senbonzakura balked, shifting backward just slightly. A frown daunted his expression and he looked away. "...I apologize. I didn't mean to offend you." Letting out a slow rush of breath, the spirit quietly added an explanation, "I cannot help but be cautious due to prior circumstances between us."
"You didn' offend me, it's just -" he sighed, mildly frustrated and ran a hand through his hair. "It doesn't feel right - you always... deferring or whatever. Have a little pride. I'm nothin' ta' worry about. I get upset and blow up an'... and then I'm done, okay? So, yeah, I'm upset ... but ya' keep runnin' away."
"The only reason I 'run away' is to limit any conflict that may occur because of me." The spirit lifted his eyes to meet Renji's, however hesitantly. "I do not wish to be the cause of any bad blood between you and Kuchiki-sama... but it seems I succeed in causing this anyway, and for that, I apologize."
Renji frowned. "Why'd you sleep with him, then? Didn' ya' think I might be a little upset about that?" He briefly glanced at Byakuya, extending the statement to him as well.
Noting how Senbonzakura locked up at the question and struggled for composure, let alone words to answer, Byakuya reluctantly supplied an explanation. "...That was something I initiated, not Senbonzakura. And though an excuse may be of no comfort... I was lonely, as was he, and everything led from there," the noble admitted. "It was also a matter of strengthening our bond, but... the consequences that may have upon you did not occur to me at the time and that I deeply regret."
A slow exhale of breath followed the statement as Renji attempted think rationally instead of merely reacting to the statement. On some level, he supposed he should be flattered that his absence had that big of an affect on the noble. On the other hand his lover, to whom he'd been singularly loyal to, had sex with another man. Spirit. Sword. He massaged a temple, fighting back a sudden headache. A strengthening of their bond, eh? That made it extremely hard to be upset with either of them, even if he should be justified in such anger. Still...
"How the hell does sex improve your bond?" He finally posed, honestly confused.
"It's a matter of trust," Byakuya responded without hesitation, "which is, as you know, imperative between a shinigami and his zanpakutou. Obviously," he continued, "sex isn't the most... common way to strengthen such a thing, but Senbonzakura and I... were not getting along nor understanding each other the best at the time, and it... resolved quite a few issues, regardless."
How Byakuya could talk about this with his usual calm persona was beyond Senbonzakura, as the sword had to fight down a blush despite the fact he was not even speaking on the topic. "Neither of us had the intention of hurting you in mind, Abarai," the spirit finally managed quietly. "It was... simply a gesture of trust through... affection that was meant to solve our conflicts."
Auburn eyes drifted from Byakuya to Senbonzakura. The redhead couldn't help but feel a little shafted out of well deserved anger. "I supposed I can't really blame ya' for that..." His hand drifted up to catch a pale chin almost of its own accord. "Kuya's pretty good looking... Of course, you're not exactly hard on the eyes." He glanced briefly at the noble, "Didn't think he went for the pretty ones, though," he added, gaze sliding back to the zanpakutou. Senbonzakura froze in Renji's grasp, eyes widening in shock before the dark blush he had held back rather well finally manifested itself. A sideways glance at the noble only caused the spirit further dismay, considering Byakuya looked quite amused.
"I didn't 'go for' anything, Renji," the older man pointed out, but was relieved by Renji's reaction more than anything. Allowing amusement to cloak his relief, the noble quipped, "And if you continue to refer to my appearance as only pretty good, then you will find yourself running more errands than you know what to do with tomorrow morning. Possibly before sunrise."
The redhead just grinned. "Well I was gonna say 'pretty' but I figured that'd get me in more trouble, and really, I think your zanpakutou out does ya there," Renji answered, hoping to get a rise out of the noble.
"Abarai," Senbonzakura hissed lowly, darkening at least two more shades of red. Mortified at his own reaction, he considered demanifesting right then and there and leaving the two shinigami to their own devices.
"Really," the noble drawled, ignoring Senbonzakura's frantically embarrassed glances in his direction. Byakuya all but smirked at Renji as he said, quite levelly, "It seems, then, that you are the one who goes for the pretty ones, Renji. Perhaps you should be taking him to bed - or to the couch - or to a wall, if the former are not conveniently available at the time."
Shifting a smoldering gaze from the sword spirit to the noble, Renji lowly replied, "Would you like that?"
Byakuya's mouth went dry. The reply took him off-guard, but his mind responded immediately and quite bluntly after swallowing thickly once to regain his voice. "Yes."
"Kuchiki-sama!" the protest was falling upon deaf ears, Senbonzakura knew, but he tried regardless. Nervous crimson eyes darted between the two shinigami, unsure and a bit wary of the situation at hand.
"Did you have a preference?" Renji continued, sliding his hand from Senbonzakura's chin to the back of his head, gently twining in the hair there. "The couch... the bed... or the wall," he murmured, maintaining eye contact but trailing his lips along the sword's jawline to show he'd meant what he said.
The redhead's touch made the spirit shudder pleasantly in spite of himself, tongue wetting his lower lip in a still-nervous gesture. "I - n...no," he all but whispered as he could not help but relent to Renji's touch. A soft, shivering sigh fled Senbonzakura's lips, and he compulsively reached to grasp at Renji's upper arm for some form of support.
Transfixed, the noble's eyes locked on the two of them, breathing in slowly as he watched. He had most certainly not expected their conversation to come to this, but Byakuya could find absolutely no reason to complain.
"Then we'll just stay like this for a bit, hm?" the younger shinigami answered, pulling lightly on the hair in his grasp so he could trail his lips slowly down Senbonzakura's pale neck. He adjusted their position slightly and moved partially to the spirit's side, allowing Byakuya a better view of them both. "Turn a bit," Renji directed softly, "so he has a better view." His free hand slowly began to untie the sash holding the white kimono in place.
The spirit's blush slowly turned to one of pleasure rather than embarrassment; despite the fact Byakuya's eyes were focused on them and watching intently. Unwilling to protest, Senbonzakura obediently turned, his grip on Renji's arm tightening with a low sound of pleasure as Renji's lips found his neck. A hitched breath followed and his other hand slid forward, grasping the sash of the redhead's own robe and curling into it.
Sinking back into the nearest seat without pulling his eyes away once, the noble silently cursed Renji for knowing exactly how much he was enjoying this. If Renji knew, however, then he wasn't going to miss the opportunity to take advantage of the situation. "Renji," Byakuya said quietly, his voice slightly rough, "bite him."
"As you wish..." Renji murmured, tracing his teeth along the gentle curve of Senbonzakura's neck until he reached the junction of neck and shoulder and sunk his teeth into the soft flesh there. His lidded eyes finally closed as he worried the spot with his teeth and tongue, occasionally sucking to improve the affect. The sash he'd been untying finally came undone, slipping to the floor as he pulled it off the sword spirit. Afterwards, he brought his hand back to rest on the one Senbonzakura was using to grab his own sash and tugged at the fabric, indicating for the other to do as he had.
A loud, ragged moan tore from the zanpakutou's throat, his fingers digging into Renji's upper arm as he clung there, head thrown back and blood red lips parted as he drew in sharp, shallow breaths. Senbonzakura's hand moved clumsily to follow Renji's cues, hooking shakily into the knot and untying it before sending it to the floor with his own.
Closing his eyes briefly to regain some semblance of composure, Byakuya found that the image was only burned into his mind and that further heat washed over him. His eyes were lidded when he slowly opened them again, and he could barely stop the hitching of his own breath. "Take his kimono off," the noble ordered lowly, "and do what you want to him. But have him against the wall, and don't be gentle."
Renji growled lowly at the thrill Byakuya's words shot down his spine. He pulled back just enough to crack his eyes open once more and glance at his lover, shivering at the emotion he displayed. Finding himself unable and unwilling to restrain himself further, the redhead straightened and, using his hold on Senbonzakura's hair, pulled the zanpakutou into a rough kiss. His free hand took a hold of the plain white kimono clinging to the spirit's body and all but tore it from the pale form it covered. The kiss broke momentarily as he changed to remove the clothing dangling from the sword's other side, fully exposing the lithe body to scrutiny.
His gaze slid appreciatively over the bared form and he pulled back for a moment, giving the noble full view as he commented, "Beautiful, don't ya' think, Byakuya? Just beggin' ta be ravished. How should I take him, you think?" He cupped a hand around a pale cheek, turning Sen's face towards the older shinigami. "In front so you can see his face? Or would you rather from behind for his voice?" His voice was low, nearly purring as he posed the options, his molten gaze slipping only momentarily to the man he was addressing, otherwise enjoying the display before him.
Shivering and panting, his head still reeling from the kiss, Senbonzakura could do little more than grasp weakly at Renji's shoulder for support. His eyes lidded and dropped, almost squirming beneath the two pairs of eyes that fell upon him, but found a certain thrill from the appreciation in them and found that his deepening flush was from the heat of his own desire rather than shame. "Please..." the spirit whispered shakily, lifting his eyes to Renji's and proving quite clearly that he wasn't above begging.
"From behind," Byakuya murmured, his eyes roaming rather hungrily over the zanpakutou's body, a shiver running through his own form at the whispered plea. "But I expect to hear him very well." Biting the inside of his cheek to keep back the sound that resulted from the shudder of pleasure, the noble stretched from his seat to the near-by nightstand. He quickly found what he was looking for and tossed the small bottle of oil to Renji. "Here."
Deftly catching the small container, the redhead returned his attention to the ethereal beauty beside him. He leaned in close, brushing his lips against Senbonzakura's red ones. "Think you can make it to the wall on yer own?" he murmured, keeping their eyes locked as he spoke.
Sanguine eyes fluttering open, the spirit leaned into the kiss with a quiet murmur of pleasure, using Renji's body for much-needed support. Senbonzakura honestly didn't know how he had remained on his trembling legs for this long, and so his reply was a soft, somewhat self-conscious, "N-no... I can barely stand..."
"Che... didn't think so," the shinigami answered, pulling the sword spirit flush against him. His now free right arm wrapped around a slim waist, using the leverage to easily manipulate the sprite-like body in his arms. Instead of taking them to the closer wall, however, he chose one that allowed the reclining noble more of a side view and pressed Sen to it. "Undress me," he ordered lowly, nipping along the jawline. "And make sure he can see what yer doin'," he added, lips sliding once more to the side of a pale throat.
A soft gasp escaped kiss-bruised lips as he was pressed to the wall, the heat of Renji's body against his own making his form shiver and his breath quicken. Eager to reciprocate, the zanpakutou's hands reached forward, starkly pale against the tanned chest and shoulders as he carefully slid away the top of Renji's robes, leaving him bare from the waist up. Senbonzakura's eyes fell half-lidded, breathing shallowly as he felt both Renji's lips on his throat and Byakuya's heated gaze all but devouring him. His nails grazed over the redhead's hips fingers shaking just slightly as they hooked into the hakama and tugged it down as well. Spurred on by Renji's words, the sword spirit leaned forward, tongue lightly flicking over a nipple before shutting his eyes and sucking slowly, his teeth scraping over the sensitive nub as he heard Byakuya's low rumble of approval near-by.
A hiss of indrawn breath accompanied the sword spirit's move, the redhead not quite prepared for the action, but glad for it regardless. He bit down slightly; moaning at the pleasurable sensations sparking threw him. Part of him wanted to allow the slight initiative to continue and see where it took them, but he had his orders. With that in mind, he curled his hand once more in long white tresses and tugged somewhat roughly to break Senbonzakura's oral ministrations and bring their lips together once more, devouring the zanpakutou with the kiss. His left hand dragged the small container of oil down the front of the spirit's alabaster skin until it came to rest against the sensitive skin of the inner thigh.
Senbonzakura melted submissively into the kiss, giving in completely to sensation with a ragged moan against Renji's lips. The spirit's hands slid to the redhead's lower back, nails biting into the skin there as he held tight. Knowing where Renji's hand was going only made the sword spirit writhe in the man's embrace, his moans turning to almost-whines as he eagerly pressed closer.
The sight of golden skin entwined with beatific white made the noble's breath hitch. He bit back a low groan as he watched Renji's less-than-gentle treatment of the zanpakutou and how Senbonzakura responded so willingly - it was all he could do to stay where he was. A deep, slow breath barely calmed the heat in Byakuya, but it was enough for now, and enough to let him settle a smoldering, arousal-darkened gaze upon Renji as he spoke quietly. "Don't make him wait."
A shiver accompanied Byakuya's words, running up the redhead's spine and causing him to break the kiss with a groan. He caught Senbonzakura's bloodied gaze with his own while his hands moved to grab the spirit's wrists, pulling them from Renji's waist and using them to turn the being around to face the wall. Immediately afterwards, he turned his body slightly outwards so the noble could see them both clearly and drew the heavy white curtain of hair to the side, exposing Sen' back. He laid the weight over his right arm, pulling Senbonzakura's wrists together above the sword's head and holding them firmly to the wall with the same hand. With his free left hand, Renji opened the small container of oil, dropping the lid to the floor and pouring a line along his length before relegating the container there as well. Two quick strokes ensured the oil properly slickened every inch of his erection.
His task complete, the redhead laid his oil laden hand on a pristine white waist, sliding to the spirit's hip and gripping tightly to hold him flush with the wall. The shinigami leaned forward then, placing his mouth next to Sen's left ear and thrust deeply into the lithe being, commanding simply, "Scream."
A sharp cry tore from the normally quiet spirit's throat, his body quivering and clamping around the sudden intrusion. Pain-spiked pleasure assailed Senbonzakura's senses and he panted heavily between soft whines of pleasure mixed with pain. His head bowed forward, hair spilling around his face and tangling about his arms as he shuddered and moved back slowly, changing the arc of his own body and letting out another mewl at the sensation that blurred his senses.
Byakuya didn't bother biting back his own quiet groan this time, and he sunk back into his chair a bit further. Taking in a slow, ragged breath, the noble fought for his own self-control as he watched the scene before him. "Harder, Renji." The older man's voice was a deep purr, husky from his own desire. "I want to see him squirm... and beg for more."
Needing no further encouragement, Renji growled lowly and adjusted his angle before thrusting in again, snapping their hips together harshly as he established a hard, fast pace. His grip tightened to an almost painful level as he sought to augment Senbonzakura's slight movements by purposely moving the slim hips for him. His lips gave way to teeth that bit and held on to a soft earlobe, marring the pristine skin.
The layer of pain that tinted the redhead's movements and touch only seemed to be an aphrodisiac and add to the sensation. Catching panting breaths between his cries and moans, Senbonzakura's head rolled to the side, exposing more expanse of white skin for Renji to bruise, kiss, whatever it was he wanted. A particularly well-angled thrust sent the spirit arching back with a ragged cry, eyes snapping open but unseeing as his nails curled and his back went taunt.
"Please..." the zanpakutou managed to gasp, all but burning in the younger man's grasp and desperate to experience that same shock of pleasure.
With a grin born of sensual success, the redhead made a point of adjusting to angle each thrust into that one spot that had caused such a dramatic reaction. The sensation of the sword's muscles clamping so tightly around him drew out deep moans of pleasure, muffled only slightly by the skin he reddened and bruised with his teeth. "Louder..." he whispered roughly against the sword's neck.
Long nails very nearly clawed into the wall as Senbonzakura's body trembled from the stimulation; his hips pressing back to meet each of Renji's thrusts with a mindless, breathy sound escaping blood red lips. "Please - Abarai - " the spirit groaned loudly, eyelashes fluttering wildly as he teetered at the edge of bliss and torment all at once, every part of his slender form aching.
"Touch him, Renji," was the firm command that snapped out seconds later. Byakuya's own voice was breathless, ragged around the edges with obviously bitten back need.
Renji's hand slipped around Senbonzakura's hip and grasped the spirit's erection almost before he registered the command. He shuddered at the tone in Byakuya's voice, reacting to it physically by thrusting hard into the pliant form pressed to the wall before him and moving his hand against the motion of their hips. The added touch of Renji's calloused hand against him made the spirit arch forward harshly, a throaty groan wrenched from his throat. Senbonzakura's head fell back, crimson eyes awash with passion and pure, unrestrained need, dangerously close to losing himself in all of that desire.
His voice escaping him, Byakuya's gaze fell heatedly upon the two, tracing the outlines of their bodies and their movements as he breathed through slightly parted lips. A series of commands went through his mind, but he saw no need and simply let Renji do as he would.
"Just like that," Renji murmured against Sen's ear, breath rough but voice mostly even. His grip tightened a bit, pumping harder. "... Perfect... just let go."
A keening cry fled Senbonzakura's lips as the added stimulation became too much and he gave in completely, blinding ecstasy overtaking him. His reiatsu trembled as the slender lines of his body did, head rolling back to rest against Renji's shoulder as he panted through swollen red lips. Hot reiatsu flared around the zanpakutou's, another voice echoing alongside as the sensation of clenching muscles quickly brought the redhead to completion. He held them up as each quaked with the rush of their release, and then leaned his weight on his arms instead of against the sword spirit, allowing them both a moment to catch their breath.
If Renji hadn't been there, the sword spirit was fairly sure he would have been on the ground by now. His legs felt completely useless and still trembled even when the rest of his body began to relax and calm itself. Senbonzakura leaned against the wall, eyes half-open as he breathed in shakily, his reiatsu weaving a languid, careless trail around the room until it came in contact with the still-heated purr of Byakuya's. The zanpakutou flushed and averted the energy elsewhere. It was rather endearing, the noble thought absently, that after all of /that/, Senbonzakura chose now to be shy. Shifting his gaze from the spirit to Renji, Byakuya appreciatively traced the tattoos with his eyes, following the lines of taunt muscle slick with sweat.
The redhead pressed a kiss to the sword spirit's shoulder, lightly brushing his reiatsu against Senbonzakura's in a calming way. After a moment he pushed back and caught the zanpakutou before he lost all balance. Carefully, he drew the sword over to the bed and laid him down. As if feeling the heated gaze on his back, Renji turned immediately towards his lover, and walked over, kneeling down when he came close. "Is there something else you want, Kuya?" he purred softly, leaning in to gently brush their lips together.
A low rumble reminiscent of a growl escaped Byakuya's lips. He glanced to the bed, making sure Senbonzakura was settled and comfortable before focusing his attention solely on Renji. Reaching out, a slender hand curled about Renji's arm, tugging him closer and into another slow, sensual kiss.
"Undress me," the captain softly ordered against the redhead's lips, gently nipping his lower lip and sitting up just enough to make it easy for his clothing to be removed. Heated reiatsu rolled off of the noble, bathing Renji in flame rather than ice as it coiled about him in its own possessive manner.
"As you wish," the redhead answered, his own reiatsu brushing against the new sensation of the noble's heated energy despite any residual weariness. His hands slipped easily in-between the layers of the sash holding the man's kimono closed and untied it without fuss. Discarding the no longer needed material, he moved on to the main outfit, breaking the kiss so his mouth could follow behind his hands as he carefullly removed each side of the rich fabric from his lover's body.
After slipping his arms from the silk of his kimono, Byakuya's hand tightened on Renji's arm, tugging him to a standing position before dropping his arm and hooking it around Renji's waist. A sharp tug brought the redhead forward, the noble's other hand on Renji's hip guiding him to his lap. Tilting his head up, the older man's lips slid down his lover's throat, nipping the sensitive skin.
Setting one leg to each side of Byakuya's waist, Renji quickly adjusted to his new position. He tilted his head down and to the side, slowly lowering himself to sit fully on the noble's lap. A soft, fluttering moan escaped his lips from the attentions to his already sensitive skin, bringing a hand up to grip the lean muscle of his lover's arm. Hips pressed their bodies close, attempting to raise the pleasure the elder felt, but remaining shy of taking any true initiatives.
Byakuya gently bit at a strong shoulder before him, tongue slowly tracing over the mark left in his wake as he himself moaned lowly. An errant hand languidly skidded up Renji's hip, following the curve of his spine before rising to tug away the tie that held up Renji's hair. Threading his fingers through the brilliantly red mane, the noble tugged him down for a thorough kiss, tasting the heat of his lover's mouth. Renji responded to the kiss immediately, pressing closer and returning it passionately. Instinctively, the hand holding to the top of Byakuya's arm slid up to catch the hair at the back of the man's neck, curling into the silken strands as the kiss wore on. Pleasure began to slither down his spine once more, pooling within him the longer he fell prey to the noble's talented mouth.
Only breaking from the kiss for a quick breath, the noble's eyes slid over Renji with scantily clad lust. His right hand slid down the other man's chest, tracing the patterns of tattoos as his left reached into the nearby nightstand's drawer, finding another small bottle of oil. Byakuya's teeth nipped at the edge of Renji's ear as he shook the redhead's hand from his arm and pressed the bottle into his hand, "Prepare me." His voice dropped to a low purr as he continued: "And do it well... I am in no mood to be gentle." A pale hand gripped one of Renji's hips as Byakuya's next words slid into a devastatingly low murmur, "I want to hear you scream while you ride me."
Shuddering at the intent in the other man's words, Renji's eyes slid from the bottle to Byakuya's face. "You better place a kidou on the room, then," he answered quietly, and dropped the bottle to the cushions beside them, "because I'm in no mood ta use that."
A growl tore from Byakuya's throat, his fingers bruisingly tight on Renji's hips. Forcing himself to focus, at least for another few seconds, Byakuya wrenched his mind from thoughts of Renji to cast a quick, but sufficient - albeit somewhat sloppy - kidou on the room to ensure no passer-by knew, or heard, what was going on inside. A smirk rising fully from the action, the redhead dropped his lips to Byakuya's neck and drew his arms up to lie on the noble's shoulders. His hips rose slightly above his lover's and stayed there, positioning himself, but waiting for permission before continuing.
Leaning his head back, the noble's eyes lidded and roamed across the expanse of Renji's form before he spoke a short, simple command, his own body taunt in anticipation. "Go on."
Taking a deep breath to relax his muscles somewhat, the redhead obediently dropped himself firmly on the noble's erection, a choked moan escaping his lips as his did. His head fell back with the motion, hands gripping tightly to Byakuya's shoulders as quivering thighs drew him up only to once more slam him down, taking the full length of his lover into him in one brutal stroke. A cry of pain born pleasure ripped from his lips between harsh pants as he continued the motion, forming a breathless pace.
A loud groan escaped as the heat of Renji's body clenched tightly around him, his hips instinctively arcing upward to heighten the sensation. Byakuya's nails dug into his lover's hips, adjusting the angle as he tilted Renji back slightly. He leaned forward and littered wet, open-mouthed kisses over the bared throat, accompanying them with sharp bites that darkened the golden skin.
A sharp yell followed Byakuya's movement, causing already tight muscles to spasm and clamp down tighter. A full body tremor raced through the redhead's already frayed nerves, causing a slight keen to slip past his lips. He pushed on regardless, the pain mixing equally with the pleasure wracking his system. The knowledge that he'd allowed and encouraged such treatment and exactly who was administering it added a thrill he hadn't yet felt with Byakuya.
He moaned harshly, slipping his hands to the back of the sofa for better balance and leaned forward slightly. "Harder... please-" his voice cracked from the strain, breaking to a whisper, "please..."
Byakuya sucked in a ragged breath, his exhale a sharp hiss as he thrust his hips up into Renji's impossibly tight body, sharpening the angle and slamming into just the right spot. His teeth raked over the redhead's neck, biting roughly and tugging on the flesh as he continued the same pace, his thrusts hitting hard and deep. A hand slid from Renji's hips, fingers dragging down his chest, toying and tugging on a nipple as he purred roughly against the younger man's neck, "You like this, Renji?"
"Yes!" the redhead all but screamed, overtaken by the simultaneous addition of yet more stimuli. "Oh gods yes," he gasped out afterwards, throat already burning from the constant stream of sounds being forced from it. Renji forced his shaking form to continue on, moving hard against each thrust, breath hitching with each bolt of pleasure the motion jolted through him, voice raw yet endlessly resounding with the emotions tearing through him.
Byakuya's own voice broke on a deep, throaty groan, turning the sound into a possessive almost-growl as his hand gripped Renji's hips tightly and assisted in dragging him to meet the hard pace he set. His left hand focused elsewhere, dropping down the redhead's chest and wrapping around his neglected erection. Though the stroke of his hand was no gentler than the movements of his hips, Byakuya drew out each tight, firm drag of his palm across the heated flesh, swiping his thumb over the very tip and rubbing teasingly.
Renji quivered, the added sensation drawing him taut as a bowstring ready to snap. "I-" his jaw clamped shut, a groan slipping through as their movements continued on heedless of his physical state. There was no way he could continue on much longer. Another time when he wasn't already tired, but as things were now, the blissful strain and surging pleasure were quickly reaching his limits. "I can't-" he managed, head dropping down to Byakuya's shoulder as he panted for lost breath.
"Then don't," the noble growled, quickening his hand as his lips pressed against the redhead's thudding pulse, licking and nipping at the spot. "Let go," Byakuya breathed, "and let me hear you when you do."
As if waiting for the permission to do so, Renji climaxed immediately, lifting his head so the noble could clearly hear the cry rent from his throat with the action. His body shook against Byakuya's, muscles clamping down as he rode out the tremors of his second release. Despite the strong urge to simply collapse against the other man, the redhead managed to draw a shaky breath and remain upright and moving, holding out for his lover's climax.
The tightening of Renji's body and the sound of his voice quickly sent Byakuya over the edge after him, a ragged, breathless moan escaping him as his own release washed over him. With a shudder, the noble sank back into the cushions, eyes dark and half-lidded as his arm looped about Renji's waist and pulled him to rest against him.
Assured now that Byakuya too had reached completion, Renji all but collapsed against the elder shinigami, breathing low and hard. Small, residual tremors shook his muscles occasionally, but left him otherwise still. His reiatsu simmered fitfully like a fire fighting to stay lit, jagged and seeking the relief the noble's energy had previously provided.
Byakuya's eyes slid shut and his head tipped back against the back of the sofa, his reiatsu unconsciously responding to Renji's own. It settled over him, a steady, rumbling purr of energy that sought to calm and gently relax as it slid against the other man's flickering reiatsu. Unwilling to move, the noble carefully lifted Renji's body from him and leaned back further, allowing his lover a more comfortable position against him.
Renji adjusted slightly, relaxing more as Byakuya's reiatsu soothed the jagged edges on his own. A soft sigh escaped him as he tiredly fought unconsciousness, wanting to remember the time spent in the noble's embrace.
A soothing hand ran down the redhead's spine, resting at his lower back and gently stroking there as Byakuya murmured, "Rest. I will be here when you wake."
The redhead mumbled something unintelligible and closed his eyes, drifting off soon afterwards.
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OMAKE
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Gali: 20:39:49
(k ^^ and yeah.. Byakuya’s going to have a migraine by the end of all of this)
Gali: 20:40:24
(and be hissing at Renji, "/you/. you started yelling, /you/ fix my headache. NOW.")
Kira: 20:40:36
(rofl)
Kira: 20:41:09
(Renji'd be all "that means sex?? x_x"
Gali: 20:42:53
("=_= no, and none for a week if you don't get me some hot tea and give me a massage until my headache's the last thing on my mind." <-- bitch)
Kira: 20:43:21
(Prissy bitch. Of course, Renji's so whipped he'd do it, but still)
Gali: 00:45:34
(oh, man. HOW did we end up like this? *fans self*)
Kira: 00:45:48
(Renji's a bastard)
Ikakku: Why th' hell're ya' limpin'? Ain'tcha been back for three days?
Renji: ... I'm not limping <<; ::straightens::
Ikakku: Pfft, limpin'.
Renji: Th' hell do ya' care for?!
Ikakku: Look, all I'm sayin' is if ya' can't handle some light wounds, ya' should let the wimps take care of it instead of wanderin' around like yer gonna fall over any second
Renji: ::fume:: The fuck do you know about the wounds I got on my last mission, eh? I can deal fine!
Ikakku: Sure, that's why yer limpin'.
Renji: ::twitch::
Kira: 21:58:48
(Let's add this up. For fun. XD Yesterday he was in the last fight of a long campaign which caused enough damage that Zabimaru needs a few days rest, Renji needed on the field healing, and added more tattoos to his body. That night he had the emotional strain/shock of Sen-chan. He has, since he woke up, eaten one albeit large meal screwed Byakuya, slept, had a second bout of OMGWTF Sen-chan, had it out with Byakuya, then screwed /Sen/ and is now on his second climax. All, mind, without ever having visited fourth division like he probably should have. I think his endurance is pretty damn good. :x )
Gali: 22:00:08
(XDD really damn good)
Kira: 22:00:22
(*amused* )