State of Being (Contest Entry)
Author: SaintAlecto
Title: State of Being
Pairing: Byakuya and Renji
Rating: R
Item Kinked: Byakuya’s sliver hair clips
Love, you have wrecked my body.
Renji spat out blood. He worked his jaw- it was tight, it would be swollen the next day. He didn’t care. He’d get it looked at by somebody in the 4th division- he’d say he was training or something. Something. He’d make up something.
He spat once more; the blood made a wide arc before it landed on the floor with a splat. Byakuya raised his eye brows.
“Does that hurt?”
There was a pause and Renji cocked his head to the side and glanced up to meet his Captain’s disdainful stare.
“No.” The word rolled off his tongue like a challenge.
Byakuya’s nostrils flared as he regarded his Vice-Captain who sat in a chair in front of him. And though his hands were tied, Renji, cocky as ever, chose only to break his Captain’s stare by letting his gaze travel lower and lower until it came to rest on Byakuya’s crotch.
Renji’s hair, brilliant red against his olive skin fell in waves against his shoulders, into his mouth and eyes, clung to his jaw line which was damp with sweat. Byakuya stepped forward and reached out to run a hand through Renji’s hair, pulling his head up making it impossible to leer at his crotch any longer.
“But it seems as though it does.”
Keep doing that.
Renji bit his lip as Byakuya pulled his hair a little harder. He forced his head back so far that it was becoming increasingly harder to breathe. Renji closed his eyes as Byakuya leaned down to lick the length of his neck, first up to his chin where he stopped briefly to run his tongue over Renji’s lips then down to his sharp collar bone where he dragged his teeth over week old bruises Renji worked hard to keep out of sight. He found his favorite one, nestled at the spot where neck and shoulder meet. It was an ugly purple color and the edges where tinged with brown; Byakuya sucked this spot anyway and was made all the more fascinated by it because Renji tensed and pulled way.
“Stay still.” Byakuya murmured against Renji’s neck, “Don’t move.”
“That hurts.” Said Renji quietly, “It hasn’t healed yet.”
Byakuya smiled and backed off.
“You know,” said as he straightened out and stretched. “pain is not a state of being.”
He grabbed Renji gently by the collar of his robes and led him to the bed.
“Undress,” he said while opening his own robes. Renji, hands still tied, did as he was told.
“Pain is subjective. It is something that you choose to acknowledge.”
He pushed Renji onto the bed and straddled him, “Or not.”
Byakuya ran a hand through his hair and pulled out his silver hair clips. His hair fell into his eyes as he leaned forward to kiss Renji’s bruise again.
Renji flinched and would’ve opened his mouth to protest if Byakuya had not covered it with his own and flicked his tongue over Renji’s to calm him down. No sooner had Renji relaxed than Byakuya reached up to pinch Renji’s nipple with his hair clip. Renji tensed once more and Byakuya smiled.
“You can choose to acknowledge it.” He said as he twisted the clip harder.
“But I wouldn’t.” Byakuya leaned down to suck on the bruise.
Byakuya released Renji’s nipple and ran the clip in circles over his chest. Renji took deep steadying breaths as the clip flashed in the candle light. Byakuya dragged it up over his collar bone, than down over his abdomen. The clip had a sharp edge and twice it nicked Renji's torso and left thin lines of blood. Byakuya smiled as he moved to clamp down on Renji's nipple again.
Renji squeezed his eyes shut and tried not to concentrate. The pain in his neck was a dull sort of throbbing sometimes punctuated by a jab of Byakuya’s tongue. The pain in his chest was the sharper, more torturous kind and Renji was sure Byakuya would twist the thing right off. In the meantime, the ropes chaffed his wrists, his head pounded still and his mouth bleed steadily.
For I am more well with this deep ache of missing you
Renji wondered how he would explain an inflamed nipple to anyone in the 4th division. It didn’t matter. His chest and neck had gone numb a long time ago and his mouth had stopped bleeding. Finally, he would be able to know release, to revel in the desparity between pain and pleasure.
He longingly pressed his hips into Byakuya who pressed back. He reached up to untie Renji who, as soon as he was free, ran his hands over Byakuya’s hard cock. Renji tugged expertly at the base and a shiver ran up Byakuya’s spine. Renji turned Byakuya over, planting rough kisses on his shoulders and back. He ran a hand up over the side of his thigh and with his other hand, grasped Byakuya’s sharp hip firmly. Byakuya set his jaw.
“Pain is not a state of being, remember.”
Than content with the physical wonders you can pacify us with.
~END~
A/N: This poem(in italics) titled, "Keep Doing That" was originally written for the Hindu god, Krishna, by the 15th century princess and poetess Mira.
I have tried to juxtapose two (usually haha!) unreleated themes- religious longing and sadomasichism. The result is a discordant fic. I can't decide if I like the jarring undertones- so be prepared for a re-write. I just wanted to get something out before I lost my nerve. That being said, any and all constuctive critism is very, very, very welcome.