New Year drabble - ByaRen
[Characters]: Abarai Renji, Kuchiki Byakuya, Kuchiki Hikaru and Kuchiki Kaoru
[Pairing]: Byakuya/Renji (ByaRen)
[Summary]: Renji's been absent from home for too long.
[Word Count]: ~1900
[Finished]: 07.January.2010
[Beta]: not beta-read
[Warnings]: Implied Male-Pregnancy | Sex | Angst | Fluff
[Rating]: R
[Notes]: Hikaru is about 9/10 years old and Kaoru is 2,5/3 years old.
Complementary piece to gokuma 's Winter ficlet, we may be across Europe from each other but our minds think uncannily alike^___^
New Year drabble - Komasen || New Year drabble - KenHana ||| more sandbox stories
Disclaimer: Do not own Bleach and will not make a profit out of this fic. All characters © Kubo Tite. Save a few OCs product of fangirl brainstorming.
Renji walked through the Kuchiki Mansion searching his husband in all the usual places Byakuya chose to be whenever he was home: his private study, the massively stocked library, their quarters... He was about to head down all the way to the Tea Pavilion - a favourite spot of theirs - when someone took pity on him and suggested the children's room.
It wasn't a common place for Byakuya to be, nor should the children be home; this time of the day they ought to be with Ken-chan, it was only mid-afternoon, after all. Come to think of it, Byakuya shouldn't be home either.
Had something happened to any of his boys?
Renji darted down the corridors, cutting the sharp corners as if chasing a hollow - or running from one - trying to avoid the nightmarish scenarios playing in his over imaginative mind.
The paper and bamboo door to the boy's room slid noisily as Renji entered, calling out, "Byakuya?!"
Before him, his two children slept on their futons:always restless Kaoru was sprawled across the mattress, his legs tangled in the covers; more composed, Hikaru was on his back with the blankets neatly arranged around him.
Between them a third futon had Byakuya seated in an uncharacteristic position: his hands were resting on his raised knees and his forehead was just now rising from the hands. Eyeing him with a confused stare, he whispered, "Renji?!"
Relieved at finding his children and husband well, Renji greeted, "Hey!"
Byakuya got up in flash, pushing Renji out of the room into the corridor between theirs and the boys' rooms, quietly sliding the door behind them.
"Did you return just now?" he asked
"Er... yeah, I just dropped by the Division before coming home. Do you want the Mission Report right now? I could make you a quick recap for you," Renji replied with a small grin that faded at nearly pained expression that flashed through Byakuya's face.
Schooling his face rapidly and taking a deep breath, Byakuya said, " right now, can I just be your husband, leave the Taichou business for later?"
Stunned at the open, even vulnerable, statement Renji nodded. "Sure!" Is there something wrong? With the children? You?" he asked, anxious.
"Renji, you were gone nearly two weeks over your expected return date! There were no communications with your team in all this time..."
"Oh..." He hadn't realized it had been that long. People lost track of time on mission, especially tracking hollows.
"You missed Christmas," Byakuya explained, "the children have been restless, scared. I..."
But before he could continue, the door slid open and Hikaru stepped out, eyes bleary but a grin - so like Renji's own - spreading to his face as he spotted him and screamed, "DADDY!!!" before launching himself at Renji.
Renji caught his son, picked him up and spun him around in the air, before hugging him close.
"Hey, kid! How ya doin'? Have you gotten taller?"
Hikaru just beamed. "I'm doin' 'kay! You 'kay too, dad?" he asked patting Renji's head, shoulders and chest making sure he wasn't injured.
From the side, Byakuya was looking him over, as if he too, was making an inventory of Renji's injuries.
Renji answered them both, "I'm great. Sorry it took me so long to return."
"Was it a hollow, daddy?"
"Yep, a frea..." At Byakuya's scowl and throat clearing, Renji emended, "a nasty hollow that just kept playing hard to get. It took us forever to track it down and finally defeat it."
"Oh tell me, tell me how you defeated it. Please, dad!" Hikaru asked, rapt, his eyes shining in anticipation of the tale.
Taking a step forward, Byakuya said, "did you not wanted to be awake at midnight for the New Year?" At Hikaru's nod he told the boy, "off to bed then. You still need to sleep some more."
With Hikaru in his arms, Renji could see his son - upper lip between his teeth - clearly pondering his options and the best way to get round his father's order and decided to mediate, avoiding a possible conflict.
"I'll tell you all about it later, after you get your sleep."
"You promise?"
"Pinky Promise!" Renji said solemnly, sticking out his right hand little finger. They shook their pinkies together earnestly and to completely seal the deal, Renji kissed his son's cheek - much to Hikaru's distaste - before setting him back on the floor.
"Ewww, DAD!!!" he complained, wiping the offended cheek furiously with his sleeve, until it was as red as his hair and fleeing to his sleeping room.
Renji laughed and looked at Byakuya, winking at his husband, grinning at the amused expression on the gorgeous face.
Hikaru was almost to the door when he stopped and turned around, launching himself at his father, arms wrapped tightly around Byakuya's waist, head nuzzling the stomach - when had he grown so big? - he whispered very softly, "it's alright now, father. Dad's back."
Byakuya hugged his shoulders and leaned down to kiss Hikaru's forehead, answering just barely above a murmur, "yes, it is. Now, go to sleep. I'll wake you when is time to go."
With another nuzzle to Byakuya's stomach, reminiscent of his little friend - furry-tailed Susumu - Hikaru turned to Renji and stated, "you'll be going with us to the temple, neh daddy?"
He was so like Byakuya sometimes, never accepting defeat, never taking 'No' for an answer. Renji stuck out his right hand little finger and said, "you can bet on it."
"YAY!" His answering smile was contagious and even Byakuya was smiling when he ordered, "bed Hikaru. Now!"
He trudged to his room saying sufferably, "yes, father. G'night, dad."
"'Night, Hikaru," Renji replied, following Byakuya to the boys' room and leaning against the doorframe to watch as Hikaru got into his futon with Byakuya arranging the covers over him and then turning to disentangle Kaoru's legs from his blankets and sheets, before placing a kiss to his sleep flushed cheek. Reaching the door he pushed Renji out and slid it close.
Once in their room, an earlier worry returned to Renji's mind. "Is New Year why you and the kids are home this time of day?"
Byakuya eyed him for a few seconds before replying, "yes. They want to be up at midnight to go to the Temple. Or better, Hikaru wants to, Kaoru is just mimicking his niichan. And..." he hesitated in an atypical manner for such an over-confident man and then admitted, "we both decided that one of us would always be around when they woke up or went to bed. With you gone, someone had to be home with them..."
"We really did lost track of time. I was certain..." Renji started explaining but Byakuya wasn't up for any of that.
"If you want to be up for the New Year at the Temple, as well, you should sleep a few hours now. You look like you haven't slept well in a few days."
Renji knew when not to push his luck with Byakuya and agreed, feeling the weight of all the badly slept nights he'd had on the last few weeks.
"Hey, where's my futon?" he asked, looking to the floor and finding only Byakuya's.
"In the children's room," was the dry reply he got.
"And why is it in the children's room?" Renji asked cautiously.
Byakuya's silence, his unreadable face and the memory of what Renji had seen in the kids' room when he'd arrived made it all slide into place in his mind.
"You've been sleeping in the boys' room! In my futon!"
Byakuya's glare was beyond intimidating. "You clearly underestimate the effect your absence has on your children."
"Not just my children, isn't it, Byakuya?" Renji dared walking up to his husband, placing a soothing hand on his rigid arm and trying to explain once more, "I..."
"Oh, do be quiet!" Byakuya said stepping away from Renji grasp. "I know things do not always work the planned way and that, more often than not, communications fail. I've been there, on both sides of the line; I know exactly how it all works. The difference this time is that, now, you are my husband and the father of my children. I cannot just play the Division captain when every time I arrive at the house, my children look unbearably frightened and wondering when or if their dad will return and will they ever see him again."
With that out of his chest, Byakuya returned to his detached demeanour. After a deep breath he pulled Renji to his side and demanded, "so stop your useless apologies and just proceed to fulfil the marital duties you have neglected these past three weeks."
Renji didn't have to be told twice. He was good at following orders, especially Byakuya's.
He kissed Byakuya, rediscovering the sensual mouth he was so well familiar with; the hunger reminiscent of their early years.
"I should stay out more often." Renji's voice rasped between kisses.
His tongue was bitten and Byakuya growled, "Do not dare!" as he shoved Renji against the wall, dropping to his knees and reacquainting himself with Renji's cock; masterfully so.
They never made it to the futon, Renji was quickly prepared and entered, right against the wall; the ardour in Byakuya's thrusts, the neediness it illustrated, rapidly driving Renji to orgasm, again. Exactly six plunges later, Byakuya slumped against him, breathing quick puffs of air into Renji's Adam's apple.
"Have I fulfilled my marital duties, oh my lord and mater, husband-sama?" Renji asked, grinning against Byakuya's hair.
Hot lips by his throat answered, "just by half."
"You'll be the death of me!"
"Better me than a hollow."
"Oh, a thousand times better!"
~
The second time around they'd moved to the futon but were no less randy.
Renji, tongue-wicked, prepared Byakuya and then pulled him to his lap, bringing the hard legs around his torso, forcing the strong back to arch from the floor, manoeuvring the powerful body into one of his favourite views of Byakuya: taut, dark nipples standing out; the curve of his neck, mouth watering; the sprawled black hair, high contrast with the white linens and here, within reach, the succulent cock, oozing just for Renji.
Mouth drying in anticipation, he slid into that most desired warmth.
The slow pace he tried to impose was rapidly rebuked by Byakuya that pushed against him, setting a quicker rhythm that Renji was soon following gladly.
The yearning sated, they fell fast asleep wrapped in each other and warm blankets.
~
"DADDY!!!" A squealing Kaoru jumped on Renji, pulling his hair, trying to wake him.
"Father," Hikaru complained, shaking Byakuya, "c'mon, you said you'd wake us in time and now it's almost time. We're gonna be late. Please, get up!"
Renji grinned at his sons' antics, turning to catch Byakuya's suffering frown and then pulling the kids in to the bed, hugging them and mussing their already messy hair.
"Late!" Hikaru protested, "we're gonna be late."
"There's plenty of time," Byakuya told him, eyeing the clock on the wall, while settling against Renji chest and dragging a pouting Hikaru with him. Snuggling on Renji's side Kaoru was already relating the last three weeks of his life, arms wildly in the air as he explained his latest achievement with crayons.
Renji kissed Byakuya softly on the lips and then each boy - much to their dismay and a lot of fussing - glad to have returned home safely once more.
January2010©MarinLiliz
[Pairing]: Byakuya/Renji (ByaRen)
[Summary]: Renji's been absent from home for too long.
[Word Count]: ~1900
[Finished]: 07.January.2010
[Beta]: not beta-read
[Warnings]: Implied Male-Pregnancy | Sex | Angst | Fluff
[Rating]: R
[Notes]: Hikaru is about 9/10 years old and Kaoru is 2,5/3 years old.
Complementary piece to gokuma 's Winter ficlet, we may be across Europe from each other but our minds think uncannily alike^___^
New Year drabble - Komasen || New Year drabble - KenHana ||| more sandbox stories
Disclaimer: Do not own Bleach and will not make a profit out of this fic. All characters © Kubo Tite. Save a few OCs product of fangirl brainstorming.
Renji walked through the Kuchiki Mansion searching his husband in all the usual places Byakuya chose to be whenever he was home: his private study, the massively stocked library, their quarters... He was about to head down all the way to the Tea Pavilion - a favourite spot of theirs - when someone took pity on him and suggested the children's room.
It wasn't a common place for Byakuya to be, nor should the children be home; this time of the day they ought to be with Ken-chan, it was only mid-afternoon, after all. Come to think of it, Byakuya shouldn't be home either.
Had something happened to any of his boys?
Renji darted down the corridors, cutting the sharp corners as if chasing a hollow - or running from one - trying to avoid the nightmarish scenarios playing in his over imaginative mind.
The paper and bamboo door to the boy's room slid noisily as Renji entered, calling out, "Byakuya?!"
Before him, his two children slept on their futons:always restless Kaoru was sprawled across the mattress, his legs tangled in the covers; more composed, Hikaru was on his back with the blankets neatly arranged around him.
Between them a third futon had Byakuya seated in an uncharacteristic position: his hands were resting on his raised knees and his forehead was just now rising from the hands. Eyeing him with a confused stare, he whispered, "Renji?!"
Relieved at finding his children and husband well, Renji greeted, "Hey!"
Byakuya got up in flash, pushing Renji out of the room into the corridor between theirs and the boys' rooms, quietly sliding the door behind them.
"Did you return just now?" he asked
"Er... yeah, I just dropped by the Division before coming home. Do you want the Mission Report right now? I could make you a quick recap for you," Renji replied with a small grin that faded at nearly pained expression that flashed through Byakuya's face.
Schooling his face rapidly and taking a deep breath, Byakuya said, " right now, can I just be your husband, leave the Taichou business for later?"
Stunned at the open, even vulnerable, statement Renji nodded. "Sure!" Is there something wrong? With the children? You?" he asked, anxious.
"Renji, you were gone nearly two weeks over your expected return date! There were no communications with your team in all this time..."
"Oh..." He hadn't realized it had been that long. People lost track of time on mission, especially tracking hollows.
"You missed Christmas," Byakuya explained, "the children have been restless, scared. I..."
But before he could continue, the door slid open and Hikaru stepped out, eyes bleary but a grin - so like Renji's own - spreading to his face as he spotted him and screamed, "DADDY!!!" before launching himself at Renji.
Renji caught his son, picked him up and spun him around in the air, before hugging him close.
"Hey, kid! How ya doin'? Have you gotten taller?"
Hikaru just beamed. "I'm doin' 'kay! You 'kay too, dad?" he asked patting Renji's head, shoulders and chest making sure he wasn't injured.
From the side, Byakuya was looking him over, as if he too, was making an inventory of Renji's injuries.
Renji answered them both, "I'm great. Sorry it took me so long to return."
"Was it a hollow, daddy?"
"Yep, a frea..." At Byakuya's scowl and throat clearing, Renji emended, "a nasty hollow that just kept playing hard to get. It took us forever to track it down and finally defeat it."
"Oh tell me, tell me how you defeated it. Please, dad!" Hikaru asked, rapt, his eyes shining in anticipation of the tale.
Taking a step forward, Byakuya said, "did you not wanted to be awake at midnight for the New Year?" At Hikaru's nod he told the boy, "off to bed then. You still need to sleep some more."
With Hikaru in his arms, Renji could see his son - upper lip between his teeth - clearly pondering his options and the best way to get round his father's order and decided to mediate, avoiding a possible conflict.
"I'll tell you all about it later, after you get your sleep."
"You promise?"
"Pinky Promise!" Renji said solemnly, sticking out his right hand little finger. They shook their pinkies together earnestly and to completely seal the deal, Renji kissed his son's cheek - much to Hikaru's distaste - before setting him back on the floor.
"Ewww, DAD!!!" he complained, wiping the offended cheek furiously with his sleeve, until it was as red as his hair and fleeing to his sleeping room.
Renji laughed and looked at Byakuya, winking at his husband, grinning at the amused expression on the gorgeous face.
Hikaru was almost to the door when he stopped and turned around, launching himself at his father, arms wrapped tightly around Byakuya's waist, head nuzzling the stomach - when had he grown so big? - he whispered very softly, "it's alright now, father. Dad's back."
Byakuya hugged his shoulders and leaned down to kiss Hikaru's forehead, answering just barely above a murmur, "yes, it is. Now, go to sleep. I'll wake you when is time to go."
With another nuzzle to Byakuya's stomach, reminiscent of his little friend - furry-tailed Susumu - Hikaru turned to Renji and stated, "you'll be going with us to the temple, neh daddy?"
He was so like Byakuya sometimes, never accepting defeat, never taking 'No' for an answer. Renji stuck out his right hand little finger and said, "you can bet on it."
"YAY!" His answering smile was contagious and even Byakuya was smiling when he ordered, "bed Hikaru. Now!"
He trudged to his room saying sufferably, "yes, father. G'night, dad."
"'Night, Hikaru," Renji replied, following Byakuya to the boys' room and leaning against the doorframe to watch as Hikaru got into his futon with Byakuya arranging the covers over him and then turning to disentangle Kaoru's legs from his blankets and sheets, before placing a kiss to his sleep flushed cheek. Reaching the door he pushed Renji out and slid it close.
Once in their room, an earlier worry returned to Renji's mind. "Is New Year why you and the kids are home this time of day?"
Byakuya eyed him for a few seconds before replying, "yes. They want to be up at midnight to go to the Temple. Or better, Hikaru wants to, Kaoru is just mimicking his niichan. And..." he hesitated in an atypical manner for such an over-confident man and then admitted, "we both decided that one of us would always be around when they woke up or went to bed. With you gone, someone had to be home with them..."
"We really did lost track of time. I was certain..." Renji started explaining but Byakuya wasn't up for any of that.
"If you want to be up for the New Year at the Temple, as well, you should sleep a few hours now. You look like you haven't slept well in a few days."
Renji knew when not to push his luck with Byakuya and agreed, feeling the weight of all the badly slept nights he'd had on the last few weeks.
"Hey, where's my futon?" he asked, looking to the floor and finding only Byakuya's.
"In the children's room," was the dry reply he got.
"And why is it in the children's room?" Renji asked cautiously.
Byakuya's silence, his unreadable face and the memory of what Renji had seen in the kids' room when he'd arrived made it all slide into place in his mind.
"You've been sleeping in the boys' room! In my futon!"
Byakuya's glare was beyond intimidating. "You clearly underestimate the effect your absence has on your children."
"Not just my children, isn't it, Byakuya?" Renji dared walking up to his husband, placing a soothing hand on his rigid arm and trying to explain once more, "I..."
"Oh, do be quiet!" Byakuya said stepping away from Renji grasp. "I know things do not always work the planned way and that, more often than not, communications fail. I've been there, on both sides of the line; I know exactly how it all works. The difference this time is that, now, you are my husband and the father of my children. I cannot just play the Division captain when every time I arrive at the house, my children look unbearably frightened and wondering when or if their dad will return and will they ever see him again."
With that out of his chest, Byakuya returned to his detached demeanour. After a deep breath he pulled Renji to his side and demanded, "so stop your useless apologies and just proceed to fulfil the marital duties you have neglected these past three weeks."
Renji didn't have to be told twice. He was good at following orders, especially Byakuya's.
He kissed Byakuya, rediscovering the sensual mouth he was so well familiar with; the hunger reminiscent of their early years.
"I should stay out more often." Renji's voice rasped between kisses.
His tongue was bitten and Byakuya growled, "Do not dare!" as he shoved Renji against the wall, dropping to his knees and reacquainting himself with Renji's cock; masterfully so.
They never made it to the futon, Renji was quickly prepared and entered, right against the wall; the ardour in Byakuya's thrusts, the neediness it illustrated, rapidly driving Renji to orgasm, again. Exactly six plunges later, Byakuya slumped against him, breathing quick puffs of air into Renji's Adam's apple.
"Have I fulfilled my marital duties, oh my lord and mater, husband-sama?" Renji asked, grinning against Byakuya's hair.
Hot lips by his throat answered, "just by half."
"You'll be the death of me!"
"Better me than a hollow."
"Oh, a thousand times better!"
~
The second time around they'd moved to the futon but were no less randy.
Renji, tongue-wicked, prepared Byakuya and then pulled him to his lap, bringing the hard legs around his torso, forcing the strong back to arch from the floor, manoeuvring the powerful body into one of his favourite views of Byakuya: taut, dark nipples standing out; the curve of his neck, mouth watering; the sprawled black hair, high contrast with the white linens and here, within reach, the succulent cock, oozing just for Renji.
Mouth drying in anticipation, he slid into that most desired warmth.
The slow pace he tried to impose was rapidly rebuked by Byakuya that pushed against him, setting a quicker rhythm that Renji was soon following gladly.
The yearning sated, they fell fast asleep wrapped in each other and warm blankets.
~
"DADDY!!!" A squealing Kaoru jumped on Renji, pulling his hair, trying to wake him.
"Father," Hikaru complained, shaking Byakuya, "c'mon, you said you'd wake us in time and now it's almost time. We're gonna be late. Please, get up!"
Renji grinned at his sons' antics, turning to catch Byakuya's suffering frown and then pulling the kids in to the bed, hugging them and mussing their already messy hair.
"Late!" Hikaru protested, "we're gonna be late."
"There's plenty of time," Byakuya told him, eyeing the clock on the wall, while settling against Renji chest and dragging a pouting Hikaru with him. Snuggling on Renji's side Kaoru was already relating the last three weeks of his life, arms wildly in the air as he explained his latest achievement with crayons.
Renji kissed Byakuya softly on the lips and then each boy - much to their dismay and a lot of fussing - glad to have returned home safely once more.
January2010©MarinLiliz