Devotion [Byakuya/Renji, NC-17]
Title: Devotion
Author: mizBean
Rating: NC-17/Mature
Word count: 610
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Byakuya/Renji
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Some rules were meant to be broken.
Notes: Written for
ldybastet to celebrate my 5-year LJ anniversary. Her prompt: ByaRen and underwear! Also submitted to
bleach_contest; prompt: sex.
A fundoshi is the traditional Japanese underwear for adult males, made from a length of cotton. For your viewing pleasure, I found this handy post featuring a hot!naked guy demonstrating the proper way to tie one on:D
Devotion
There were rules…
A Kuchiki did not whine. He did not carry on. And he most certainly did not beg.
Even when one found a temperamental and maddeningly talented fukutaichou kneeling between his legs, a Kuchiki should not carry on like an unpleasant child. To do so would bring dishonor and lack dignity and…
Ah… Fuck it.
Wet heat engulfed Byakuya's groin, and perhaps the rumors swirling around Seireitei were to be believed after all, and Abarai Renji really had found a way to pry whatever was stuck up the Sixth captain's ass. Byakuya's head fell back against his chair, his thoughts now no more articulate than whatever passed for daily conversation in the alleyways of Rukongai or in the Eleventh Division, take your pick.
Perhaps if Byakuya still had the present capacity to think he might have wondered how his fukotaicho could reduce him to such a shameless state. Might it have been minutes earlier when Renji, smirking and unreasonable, pressed Byakuya back into his desk chair and set about carefully stripping his captain bare, leaving him to sit only in his underwear? Or was it earlier when peace had finally returned to Soul Society, and Byakuya had discovered that if war made for strange bedfellows its aftermath could be so much more interesting.
…And maddening, for there it was again -- that feeling of warm and wet as Renji pressed kiss after open-mouthed kiss, panting as he traced the outline of Byakuya's rapidly swelling erection through the thin cotton of the undergarment or fundoshi that was swaddled around his privates.
"Oh. Oh, fuck. Oh…" Byakuya reached to pull it off, aching to have Renji's mouth on his cock, when a pair of strong hands stayed his wrists at his sides.
"No."
Byakuya blinked his eyes open in disbelief. "No?"
Renji gave him a surprisingly sharp look in return before returning his head to Byakuya's lap.
Still in shock for being rebuked, Byakuya could only watch, speechless, as Renji's tongue painted a trail down the inside of his thigh. Renji repeated the same motion on the other side, purposely avoiding Byakuya's trapped cock.
The brat. He was trying to make Byakuya suffer. That was not going to do. "Re-- Renji," he cried, squirming in his chair and whimpering, and damn if Kuchikis weren't supposed to whimper either.
"Yes, Taichou?"
Renji paused, resting the side of his cheek against Byakuya's erection, his dark eyes betraying lust, mischief and a still raw sense of wonder. For breathless moment, Byakuya could only stare back, taken in by the intensity of Renji's gaze. Despite some unpleasantries in the past, Byakuya knew he couldn't ask for a more loyal lieutenant. After all, Renji was his subordinate, such devotion was to be expected, but this-- this was something new-- Something to be adored. Without thinking, Byakuya pulled one of his hands free to tuck a stray strand of crimson hair behind Renji's ear.
A wonder, indeed.
Still, there was the pressing matter of Byakuya wanting to get off, the fabric of his fundoshi now sticking unpleasantly to his heavily leaking cock, and if the growing crook in Renji's grin was any indication, he was in no hurry to help Byakuya along.
No, that was not going to do at all.
Byakuya schooled his features back into a frown. "Take it off-- The fundoshi-- Take it…"
Renji raised one his ridiculous eyebrows, but made no move except to stroke the outline of Byakuya's erection with his fingertips.
Byakuya shifted in his chair and tried for pure disdain. "Now."
But Renji's expression only grew bored, and Byakuya let out a noise of frustration that sounded suspiciously like a whine. He had, perhaps, taught Renji too well. Byakuya swallowed hard before continuing. "You'll pay for this," he vowed, and he watched with satisfaction as Renji's expression brightened.
"Promise?"
Byakuya nearly swooned from the images filling his head of Renji bent over his desk. The brat was going to be his undoing. "Oh, yes."
You see; there were rules that need not be broken. For example, a Kuchiki did not beg... unless, of course, circumstances warranted it.
"Take it off," Byakuya ordered before hesitating only momentarily, "Please."
Author: mizBean
Rating: NC-17/Mature
Word count: 610
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Byakuya/Renji
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Some rules were meant to be broken.
Notes: Written for
ldybastet to celebrate my 5-year LJ anniversary. Her prompt: ByaRen and underwear! Also submitted to
bleach_contest; prompt: sex.
A fundoshi is the traditional Japanese underwear for adult males, made from a length of cotton. For your viewing pleasure, I found this handy post featuring a hot!naked guy demonstrating the proper way to tie one on:D
Devotion
There were rules…
A Kuchiki did not whine. He did not carry on. And he most certainly did not beg.
Even when one found a temperamental and maddeningly talented fukutaichou kneeling between his legs, a Kuchiki should not carry on like an unpleasant child. To do so would bring dishonor and lack dignity and…
Ah… Fuck it.
Wet heat engulfed Byakuya's groin, and perhaps the rumors swirling around Seireitei were to be believed after all, and Abarai Renji really had found a way to pry whatever was stuck up the Sixth captain's ass. Byakuya's head fell back against his chair, his thoughts now no more articulate than whatever passed for daily conversation in the alleyways of Rukongai or in the Eleventh Division, take your pick.
Perhaps if Byakuya still had the present capacity to think he might have wondered how his fukotaicho could reduce him to such a shameless state. Might it have been minutes earlier when Renji, smirking and unreasonable, pressed Byakuya back into his desk chair and set about carefully stripping his captain bare, leaving him to sit only in his underwear? Or was it earlier when peace had finally returned to Soul Society, and Byakuya had discovered that if war made for strange bedfellows its aftermath could be so much more interesting.
…And maddening, for there it was again -- that feeling of warm and wet as Renji pressed kiss after open-mouthed kiss, panting as he traced the outline of Byakuya's rapidly swelling erection through the thin cotton of the undergarment or fundoshi that was swaddled around his privates.
"Oh. Oh, fuck. Oh…" Byakuya reached to pull it off, aching to have Renji's mouth on his cock, when a pair of strong hands stayed his wrists at his sides.
"No."
Byakuya blinked his eyes open in disbelief. "No?"
Renji gave him a surprisingly sharp look in return before returning his head to Byakuya's lap.
Still in shock for being rebuked, Byakuya could only watch, speechless, as Renji's tongue painted a trail down the inside of his thigh. Renji repeated the same motion on the other side, purposely avoiding Byakuya's trapped cock.
The brat. He was trying to make Byakuya suffer. That was not going to do. "Re-- Renji," he cried, squirming in his chair and whimpering, and damn if Kuchikis weren't supposed to whimper either.
"Yes, Taichou?"
Renji paused, resting the side of his cheek against Byakuya's erection, his dark eyes betraying lust, mischief and a still raw sense of wonder. For breathless moment, Byakuya could only stare back, taken in by the intensity of Renji's gaze. Despite some unpleasantries in the past, Byakuya knew he couldn't ask for a more loyal lieutenant. After all, Renji was his subordinate, such devotion was to be expected, but this-- this was something new-- Something to be adored. Without thinking, Byakuya pulled one of his hands free to tuck a stray strand of crimson hair behind Renji's ear.
A wonder, indeed.
Still, there was the pressing matter of Byakuya wanting to get off, the fabric of his fundoshi now sticking unpleasantly to his heavily leaking cock, and if the growing crook in Renji's grin was any indication, he was in no hurry to help Byakuya along.
No, that was not going to do at all.
Byakuya schooled his features back into a frown. "Take it off-- The fundoshi-- Take it…"
Renji raised one his ridiculous eyebrows, but made no move except to stroke the outline of Byakuya's erection with his fingertips.
Byakuya shifted in his chair and tried for pure disdain. "Now."
But Renji's expression only grew bored, and Byakuya let out a noise of frustration that sounded suspiciously like a whine. He had, perhaps, taught Renji too well. Byakuya swallowed hard before continuing. "You'll pay for this," he vowed, and he watched with satisfaction as Renji's expression brightened.
"Promise?"
Byakuya nearly swooned from the images filling his head of Renji bent over his desk. The brat was going to be his undoing. "Oh, yes."
You see; there were rules that need not be broken. For example, a Kuchiki did not beg... unless, of course, circumstances warranted it.
"Take it off," Byakuya ordered before hesitating only momentarily, "Please."