Insubordination 1/1 Oneshot rated T-ByaxIchi
Title: Insubordination
Author: StarbearerTM
Pairing: ByaxIchi, Implied RenxIchi
Rating: T for adult situations/sexual themes.
Word count: 2600 approx
Genre: romance, rivalry, UST
Spoilers: Soul Society, none others really
Summary: Because Renji and Ichigo let their relationship get in the way of duty, Byakuya has demoted Renji but appointed Ichigo as his Fukaitaicho. Just what are his motivations?
A/N: Read and Review please! Any suggestions/crits are always welcome! It’s my first try at writing this pairing. I was writing a chapter of Not Too Close, my RenxIchi and the situations in it had me writing this happening. However I think it does better as a one shot because it changes the direction of that story too much.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Bleach, Tite Kubo does. This fanfiction means no harm to the anime or manga. I get no money writing the story. Note that Ichigo is at least 16 in this fic and is of legal age of consent in this fic.
Ever since Renji had been demoted to fourth seat, and Ichigo had interceded on his behalf Byakuya had the weird notion that Ichigo would do well in Renji’s former position. The deal was that Ichigo would serve as Byakuya’s second in command until Renji proved himself worthy of the spot. Promoting the third seat Miyamoto was out of the question because Byakuya said that Ichigo was the most logical choice. For a week, Ichigo had done his best to fit into the role of Fukaitaicho of Squad 6. Much to the chagrin of Renji and Ichigo of course.
Ichigo inhabited a bachelor’s apartment in one of the apartment houses in Sereitei. That first night Renji had shown him there they had made passionate loved. Unfortunately, since then, despite Ichigo’s attempts to smooth things over, they had drifted apart and no longer shared the intimacy they had started. Things were strained and Ichigo was in a lousy mood as it was trying to find ways to win Renji back. So consumed with work were both of them that they only saw one another on duty. Ichigo was constantly at Byakuya’s disposal, or training the squad to spend much time with Renji. Not only that they were forbidden to show any familiarity toward one another or Renji would never have a chance as a fukaitaicho, and Ichigo’s powers could be revoked.
Last night’s foray into the drinking circle Renji shared with Ikkaku and Yumichika had seemed promising. While Ichigo could not consume sake because he was only 16, he could participate in the laughing and carrying on. So much so that he and Renji had made out for a good portion of the evening before reluctantly parting. It hurt Ichigo that Renji had walked him home only to inform him that both of them needed their rest.
***
That next morning, Ichigo dashed into Squad 6 just five minutes before eight, and bolted to his office. He reached the door, panting. On his desk was a note scrawled in flawless calligraphy. Snatching it up Ichigo read, “Kurosaki Fukaitaicho report to my office forthwith.”
“I’ll show him forthwith,” Ichigo glared at the note. He traversed the hall to Kuchiki’s office in seconds.
After rapping on the door, he heard the Captain's voice, “Enter.”
Ichigo took a deep breath then opened the door. Behind it, he saw an immaculate desk dominating an office twice the size of his. Somehow seeing it more clearly outside of the haze of anger he realized just how imposing the sight of the Captain of Squad Six could be.
“Kurosaki Fukaitaicho reporting for duty sir!” Ichigo said, saluting.
“Enter and lower the volume of your voice. Your enthusiasm is noted, but unnecessary,” Byakuya corrected him. Ichigo suppressed the urge to stick out his tongue at the captain, remembering that every action could restore Renji’s position or condemn them both.
“Sorry sir,” Ichigo said, keeping a very serious expression on his face. His light brown eyes met the steel blue ones instead of averting his gaze. He was damned if he was going to let that captain think he was an animal to be broken in and trained. Why else would Kuchiki seem so pleased and eager to have him right where he wanted him?
“Kurosaki, what precisely are you staring at?” Byakuya asked, frowning. “It is rude to look a man of my station directly in the eye.”
“Sorry sir. Nobody told me that,” Ichigo said, instead looking at a spot atop Byakuya’s head. He focused on the kenseikan instead, realizing that looking the noble directly in the eyes only pissed him off even more.
“I will excuse such ignorance because you were not brought up with the necessary knowledge of Soul Society. However I will remind you that I expect a certain amount of initiative to perform the necessary research for your new position.”
“Understood sir,” Ichigo answered, looking straight ahead.
“That is better,” Byakuya nodded, rising from his desk. Silk barely made a sound as he strode towards Ichigo, and then walked so he stood immediately beside him. Hands at his side Ichigo froze still, yet Byakuya’s invasion of his personal space boiled his blood. As much of a big deal as the noble made about improper conduct he took many liberties now.
Byakuya’s hand slid over the red-segmented sash across Ichigo’s chest. “You are not properly in uniform. This accoutrement is not within the uniform regulations.”
“It’s the only way I can carry Zangetsu, sir,” said Ichigo.
“Excuses, excuses,” Byakuya clicked his tongue. Stepping directly in front of Ichigo, he brought his lips close.
“Sir?” the former substitute asked.
Ichigo did not flinch when Byakuya’s hand slid higher, fingers tracing over his neck. He simply avoided the steel blue eyes examining him like a specimen. Nostrils flared from the scent of rich perfume assaulting him along with the tingling burn of Byakuya’s spirit pressure. However his own steadily burned, negating what would have crushed a lesser Shinigami. “You have much to learn, Kurosaki.”
Ichigo willed himself to stay as still as a statue. He would not flinch with the hands teasingly tracing over his clothes or the hot breath wafting into his face. Closing his eyes, he pushed any nervousness aside. Those lips by his ear made him want to tremble but he would not give the noble the satisfaction of showing any reaction.
Ichigo squeezed his eyes shut and smiled slightly. “Are you sure sir?"
“Way of binding 61…” Byakuya said. Anger flared Ichigo at the contact of the six bars of light in a plane like spokes of a wheel. Nudging between them, Byakuya seized Ichigo’s chin and angled his face to the side.
Ichigo panted deeply as his breath was lost in the mouth swallowing his. Forcefully Byakuya bit down, thrusting his tongue against Ichigo’s lips. Immediately Ichigo opened his mouth to allow the forceful entry, feeling Byakuya flinching. A kiss was hardly something shocking to Ichigo. Perhaps six months ago, it would have been but many things had changed.
He slid his tongue along the noble’s, allowing Byakuya to control the kiss, but moving his head slowly from side to side. Was that a low hum of content in the noble’s throat or was it from his? Equally surprising was Byakuya’s look of confusion when he pulled back. As if he was shocked that Ichigo had willingly participated in the kiss.
Seizing a handful of hair Byakuya tugged Ichigo by the head and then angled his head to the side. He forcefully slammed his mouth against Ichigo’s, sucking, biting in his oral assault. This time Ichigo aggressively countered with his own hard forceful kiss. Especially when Byakuya’s fingers gripped Ichigo’s head as if to hold it still. Everything about the kiss signaled power and dominance to Ichigo. Motivated by Byakuya possibly thinking he could scare or humiliate him Ichigo was just as determined to show he was not impressed by the noble’s attempts to harass him sexually.
“Your Majesty if you think you’re putting me in my place, you haven’t seen nothing yet,” Ichigo thought, enjoying the forceful hard kisses. By now, he found he could move once more and guessed the binding spell had been dissipated. Whether by Byakuya’s lack of concentration or willingness Ichigo exploited the moment. Not to break away but to imprison Byakuya in his arms and slide up one hand to grab him by the hair.
He found himself slammed into the far wall. Inhaling but not breaking the dueling kiss Ichigo slid his other hand down the noble’s back. Groping him through the clothes, he realized just how toned and hard Byakuya’s ass must be, and squeezed hard.
A loud grunt of dissatisfaction vibrated Ichigo’s mouth before Byakuya pulled out of the kiss. “Impertinent boy… who do you think you’re dealing with?”
“Depends, your Majesty. You were the one who started this. You suddenly changing your mind?” Ichigo asked, smirking at the irritation on Byakuya’s face.
“So you are as crass and common as I thought,” Byakuya murmured, still squeezing Ichigo’s upper arms hard in his hands.
The former substitute shinigami marvelled at his captain's strength in those slender fingers. Byakuya wasn't gripping him hard enough to bruise Ichigo's arms. “Why are you so surprised I’m actually enjoying a kiss huh? You seem pretty pissed.”
“Arrogant and vulgar. Not to mention smug. It seems I underestimated you, Kurosaki,” Byakuya answered, neither asking Ichigo to let him go, nor moving away. If anything, his dilated pupils, and pounding heart indicated, he was aroused.
“Let me get this straight… you trying to sexually harass me to exert power on me?” Ichigo asked with a frown.
“That perhaps was the intention, but you are uncooperative by your consent. I would have assumed you were a virgin, untouched.”
“Sorry to disappoint you, Byakuya,” Ichigo could not resist teasing.
“However I am also shocked that you would presumably betray your intimacy with Abarai by returning my advances,” Byakuya countered.
Ichigo laughed at him. “Only just proves how much you’re trying to mess with my head. You’re not the only one who can play mind games Byakuya.”
“Are you so certain that your lover would approve if he saw you in the arms of his captain? Perhaps he would accuse you of sleeping your way to the top,” Byakuya smirked back at him.
“C’mon, it’s obvious you want him yourself, and you’re trying to keep me from getting to him. Wasn’t that why you fucked him over like you’re trying to screw me over?”
The noble frowned. “You are incorrect.”
“Am I?” Ichigo wondered.
Byakuya squirmed slightly as Ichigo slid his hands down and rested them on the noble’s waist. He pulled Byakuya to him in an embrace that caused an indignant snort. “Release me Kurosaki.”
“You mean to tell me you kiss me like that and you want me to let you go?” Ichigo asked, his eyes peering directly into Byakuya’s.
“You presume too much. It was an attempt to put you in your place.”
“As your love slave?” Ichigo asked, serious, yet amused that Byakuya’s eyes widened in horror.
“Pervert. I had hoped you would not be capable of such debauched thinking,” Byakuya murmured. Ichigo figured that blush on his face suggested his guess was entirely plausible.
Unfortunately, the expression only lasted a split second. Byakuya snorted unimpressed and shoved Ichigo down on a nearby sofa, and then assaulted Ichigo’s mouth again. Resting back across the sofa Ichigo simply wound his arms around the noble’s neck, letting him have his way. It was laughable to feel the kisses along with the stiff gropes Byakuya gave him as he laid atop Ichigo. Almost like Keigo’s feeble attempts to horse around with Ichigo when both of them were drunk. Neither boy admitted they were one another’s first kiss. Keigo’s kisses were just as inexperienced as his own were. Both had fooled around and come to some vague answer as to what worked, then decided to never speak of it again.
All notions of how to kiss and touch changed the moment Renji had pressed his lips to Ichigo’s. To Ichigo THAT was a first kiss worth remembering. Did the Vice Captain ever kiss Byakuya like this, or was he ever shoved on that desk and ravaged? Was it the Sereitei Prince who had taught Renji how to fuck as well as kiss? On the other hand, was it Rukia?
“I… have no such fantasies of engaging in any liaisons with you, Kurosaki. Except to prove that you are subordinate to me,” Byakuya whispered fiercely.
“You have no idea what you’re doing do you? Some people view sex as power. A way to get what they want. Is that all it’s become to you? How freaking sad,” Ichigo asked.
“Silence,” Byakuya chided, fusing their lips together once more.
Ichigo had imagined what it was like to kiss Rukia. Now here her big brother, a man he had fought hard to save her life, was seducing him. Technically Rukia and he had kissed, only to have her pull back and apologize. Ichigo wondered if she saw Kaien whenever they kissed or touched. When Renji caressed him, he knew at least that his lover was not dreaming of another.
Except Byakuya continued to kiss and caress him, stretching atop Ichigo. Sliding his hands through Ichigo’s short-cropped hair while he fingered the metallic kenseikan and slick silk black. It was remarkable how similar Byakuya’s hair was to Rukia’s. How vastly different the noble seemed to his vice captain. As soon as he came to enjoy Byakuya’s kiss he missed it. As Byakuya’s hands slid along his robe, Ichigo dared to rub the back of his captain’s neck. He parted his legs so Byakuya could kneel between them more comfortably. There was a great deal of loneliness in the kiss that softened the more that Ichigo relaxed and returned it.
Reluctantly he opened his eyes when Byakuya’s lips left his. He only saw the impassive look in steel blue eyes for a second before Byakuya climbed off him. Leaving him sprawled across the sofa. He opened his eyes to look at a familiar sight: Byakuya standing with his back facing towards Ichigo. The long pieces of hair were bedraggled out of their familiar configuration. One silver-gloved hand moved up to arrange the strands of hair into some semblance of what they had been before.
“Something wrong, Byakuya?” Ichigo asked gently. He sat up, touching his bruised and throbbing lips. The taste was sweeter and fierce than he imagined.
The noble’s tone was dark and soft as he spoke. “You will not breathe a word of this to anyone. As far as I am concerned it never transpired.”
Therefore, he had reached the head of the Kuchiki clan in some way. Byakuya WAS acting as if this was a shameful deed. A satiation of some perverse desire. Ichigo felt slightly disappointed, but amused at the same time. Taking a step forwards Ichigo said, “That’s a shame.”
At first Byakuya ignored him, turning around in the direction of his desk. Gracefully he strode towards it, pulling out the chair before he sat once more. For a minute, he shuffled and arranged papers in front of him as if nothing strange had happened minutes before. “What do you mean by that statement, Kurosaki?”
Standing next to Byakuya’s desk Ichigo riffled through a stack of papers, setting them in a folder. “What statement?”
“How is it… a ‘shame’ if I order you to forget what transpired?”
“Well for one reason, you’re not a bad kisser,” Ichigo said as he turned and looked at the noble, who was already giving him a rather shocked expression.
Byakuya stared down at the pile of forms next to his calligraphy brush. Pressing his hands against the desk, he trembled a bit. Out of the corner of his eye, he peered at the former substitute. “Kurosaki what are you saying?”
“It’s not sexual harassment if the other guy enjoyed it,” Ichigo said as he leaned close so his face was within an inch of Byakuya’s.
“Kurosaki, you are trying my patience…”
“All this talk about putting me in my place and keeping yourself from ravaging me. I wasn’t supposed to cooperate was I?”
Staring straight ahead Byakuya coughed. “Is it not being unfaithful if you so readily kiss a man who is not your paramour?”
“Not if you say this never happened. And it’s not like you’re screwing me,” Ichigo said as he moved back.
“Perish the thought,” Byakuya sniffed, turning to his calligraphy. Ichigo swore he could see a mental tally mark floating over Byakuya’s head. Score one for him with a witty rejoinder.
Ichigo locked any further expressions away behind his usual frown. “You have anything else to talk to me about sir?”
“You are dismissed Fukaitaicho,” said Byakuya. Smirking Ichigo exited the office, licking his lips. While he felt guilty for kissing another man, he could hardly feel guilt for rebuffing what Byakuya may have wished was a passive scared kid submitting.
“I feel sorry for you Byakuya,” Ichigo murmured, touching his lips as he walked back to his office. All that passion and nobody to receive it. While he was sure he loved Renji, he felt undeniable attractions to his Captain. He was certain Byakuya felt the same but would deny it vehimently.
Author: StarbearerTM
Pairing: ByaxIchi, Implied RenxIchi
Rating: T for adult situations/sexual themes.
Word count: 2600 approx
Genre: romance, rivalry, UST
Spoilers: Soul Society, none others really
Summary: Because Renji and Ichigo let their relationship get in the way of duty, Byakuya has demoted Renji but appointed Ichigo as his Fukaitaicho. Just what are his motivations?
A/N: Read and Review please! Any suggestions/crits are always welcome! It’s my first try at writing this pairing. I was writing a chapter of Not Too Close, my RenxIchi and the situations in it had me writing this happening. However I think it does better as a one shot because it changes the direction of that story too much.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Bleach, Tite Kubo does. This fanfiction means no harm to the anime or manga. I get no money writing the story. Note that Ichigo is at least 16 in this fic and is of legal age of consent in this fic.
Ever since Renji had been demoted to fourth seat, and Ichigo had interceded on his behalf Byakuya had the weird notion that Ichigo would do well in Renji’s former position. The deal was that Ichigo would serve as Byakuya’s second in command until Renji proved himself worthy of the spot. Promoting the third seat Miyamoto was out of the question because Byakuya said that Ichigo was the most logical choice. For a week, Ichigo had done his best to fit into the role of Fukaitaicho of Squad 6. Much to the chagrin of Renji and Ichigo of course.
Ichigo inhabited a bachelor’s apartment in one of the apartment houses in Sereitei. That first night Renji had shown him there they had made passionate loved. Unfortunately, since then, despite Ichigo’s attempts to smooth things over, they had drifted apart and no longer shared the intimacy they had started. Things were strained and Ichigo was in a lousy mood as it was trying to find ways to win Renji back. So consumed with work were both of them that they only saw one another on duty. Ichigo was constantly at Byakuya’s disposal, or training the squad to spend much time with Renji. Not only that they were forbidden to show any familiarity toward one another or Renji would never have a chance as a fukaitaicho, and Ichigo’s powers could be revoked.
Last night’s foray into the drinking circle Renji shared with Ikkaku and Yumichika had seemed promising. While Ichigo could not consume sake because he was only 16, he could participate in the laughing and carrying on. So much so that he and Renji had made out for a good portion of the evening before reluctantly parting. It hurt Ichigo that Renji had walked him home only to inform him that both of them needed their rest.
***
That next morning, Ichigo dashed into Squad 6 just five minutes before eight, and bolted to his office. He reached the door, panting. On his desk was a note scrawled in flawless calligraphy. Snatching it up Ichigo read, “Kurosaki Fukaitaicho report to my office forthwith.”
“I’ll show him forthwith,” Ichigo glared at the note. He traversed the hall to Kuchiki’s office in seconds.
After rapping on the door, he heard the Captain's voice, “Enter.”
Ichigo took a deep breath then opened the door. Behind it, he saw an immaculate desk dominating an office twice the size of his. Somehow seeing it more clearly outside of the haze of anger he realized just how imposing the sight of the Captain of Squad Six could be.
“Kurosaki Fukaitaicho reporting for duty sir!” Ichigo said, saluting.
“Enter and lower the volume of your voice. Your enthusiasm is noted, but unnecessary,” Byakuya corrected him. Ichigo suppressed the urge to stick out his tongue at the captain, remembering that every action could restore Renji’s position or condemn them both.
“Sorry sir,” Ichigo said, keeping a very serious expression on his face. His light brown eyes met the steel blue ones instead of averting his gaze. He was damned if he was going to let that captain think he was an animal to be broken in and trained. Why else would Kuchiki seem so pleased and eager to have him right where he wanted him?
“Kurosaki, what precisely are you staring at?” Byakuya asked, frowning. “It is rude to look a man of my station directly in the eye.”
“Sorry sir. Nobody told me that,” Ichigo said, instead looking at a spot atop Byakuya’s head. He focused on the kenseikan instead, realizing that looking the noble directly in the eyes only pissed him off even more.
“I will excuse such ignorance because you were not brought up with the necessary knowledge of Soul Society. However I will remind you that I expect a certain amount of initiative to perform the necessary research for your new position.”
“Understood sir,” Ichigo answered, looking straight ahead.
“That is better,” Byakuya nodded, rising from his desk. Silk barely made a sound as he strode towards Ichigo, and then walked so he stood immediately beside him. Hands at his side Ichigo froze still, yet Byakuya’s invasion of his personal space boiled his blood. As much of a big deal as the noble made about improper conduct he took many liberties now.
Byakuya’s hand slid over the red-segmented sash across Ichigo’s chest. “You are not properly in uniform. This accoutrement is not within the uniform regulations.”
“It’s the only way I can carry Zangetsu, sir,” said Ichigo.
“Excuses, excuses,” Byakuya clicked his tongue. Stepping directly in front of Ichigo, he brought his lips close.
“Sir?” the former substitute asked.
Ichigo did not flinch when Byakuya’s hand slid higher, fingers tracing over his neck. He simply avoided the steel blue eyes examining him like a specimen. Nostrils flared from the scent of rich perfume assaulting him along with the tingling burn of Byakuya’s spirit pressure. However his own steadily burned, negating what would have crushed a lesser Shinigami. “You have much to learn, Kurosaki.”
Ichigo willed himself to stay as still as a statue. He would not flinch with the hands teasingly tracing over his clothes or the hot breath wafting into his face. Closing his eyes, he pushed any nervousness aside. Those lips by his ear made him want to tremble but he would not give the noble the satisfaction of showing any reaction.
Ichigo squeezed his eyes shut and smiled slightly. “Are you sure sir?"
“Way of binding 61…” Byakuya said. Anger flared Ichigo at the contact of the six bars of light in a plane like spokes of a wheel. Nudging between them, Byakuya seized Ichigo’s chin and angled his face to the side.
Ichigo panted deeply as his breath was lost in the mouth swallowing his. Forcefully Byakuya bit down, thrusting his tongue against Ichigo’s lips. Immediately Ichigo opened his mouth to allow the forceful entry, feeling Byakuya flinching. A kiss was hardly something shocking to Ichigo. Perhaps six months ago, it would have been but many things had changed.
He slid his tongue along the noble’s, allowing Byakuya to control the kiss, but moving his head slowly from side to side. Was that a low hum of content in the noble’s throat or was it from his? Equally surprising was Byakuya’s look of confusion when he pulled back. As if he was shocked that Ichigo had willingly participated in the kiss.
Seizing a handful of hair Byakuya tugged Ichigo by the head and then angled his head to the side. He forcefully slammed his mouth against Ichigo’s, sucking, biting in his oral assault. This time Ichigo aggressively countered with his own hard forceful kiss. Especially when Byakuya’s fingers gripped Ichigo’s head as if to hold it still. Everything about the kiss signaled power and dominance to Ichigo. Motivated by Byakuya possibly thinking he could scare or humiliate him Ichigo was just as determined to show he was not impressed by the noble’s attempts to harass him sexually.
“Your Majesty if you think you’re putting me in my place, you haven’t seen nothing yet,” Ichigo thought, enjoying the forceful hard kisses. By now, he found he could move once more and guessed the binding spell had been dissipated. Whether by Byakuya’s lack of concentration or willingness Ichigo exploited the moment. Not to break away but to imprison Byakuya in his arms and slide up one hand to grab him by the hair.
He found himself slammed into the far wall. Inhaling but not breaking the dueling kiss Ichigo slid his other hand down the noble’s back. Groping him through the clothes, he realized just how toned and hard Byakuya’s ass must be, and squeezed hard.
A loud grunt of dissatisfaction vibrated Ichigo’s mouth before Byakuya pulled out of the kiss. “Impertinent boy… who do you think you’re dealing with?”
“Depends, your Majesty. You were the one who started this. You suddenly changing your mind?” Ichigo asked, smirking at the irritation on Byakuya’s face.
“So you are as crass and common as I thought,” Byakuya murmured, still squeezing Ichigo’s upper arms hard in his hands.
The former substitute shinigami marvelled at his captain's strength in those slender fingers. Byakuya wasn't gripping him hard enough to bruise Ichigo's arms. “Why are you so surprised I’m actually enjoying a kiss huh? You seem pretty pissed.”
“Arrogant and vulgar. Not to mention smug. It seems I underestimated you, Kurosaki,” Byakuya answered, neither asking Ichigo to let him go, nor moving away. If anything, his dilated pupils, and pounding heart indicated, he was aroused.
“Let me get this straight… you trying to sexually harass me to exert power on me?” Ichigo asked with a frown.
“That perhaps was the intention, but you are uncooperative by your consent. I would have assumed you were a virgin, untouched.”
“Sorry to disappoint you, Byakuya,” Ichigo could not resist teasing.
“However I am also shocked that you would presumably betray your intimacy with Abarai by returning my advances,” Byakuya countered.
Ichigo laughed at him. “Only just proves how much you’re trying to mess with my head. You’re not the only one who can play mind games Byakuya.”
“Are you so certain that your lover would approve if he saw you in the arms of his captain? Perhaps he would accuse you of sleeping your way to the top,” Byakuya smirked back at him.
“C’mon, it’s obvious you want him yourself, and you’re trying to keep me from getting to him. Wasn’t that why you fucked him over like you’re trying to screw me over?”
The noble frowned. “You are incorrect.”
“Am I?” Ichigo wondered.
Byakuya squirmed slightly as Ichigo slid his hands down and rested them on the noble’s waist. He pulled Byakuya to him in an embrace that caused an indignant snort. “Release me Kurosaki.”
“You mean to tell me you kiss me like that and you want me to let you go?” Ichigo asked, his eyes peering directly into Byakuya’s.
“You presume too much. It was an attempt to put you in your place.”
“As your love slave?” Ichigo asked, serious, yet amused that Byakuya’s eyes widened in horror.
“Pervert. I had hoped you would not be capable of such debauched thinking,” Byakuya murmured. Ichigo figured that blush on his face suggested his guess was entirely plausible.
Unfortunately, the expression only lasted a split second. Byakuya snorted unimpressed and shoved Ichigo down on a nearby sofa, and then assaulted Ichigo’s mouth again. Resting back across the sofa Ichigo simply wound his arms around the noble’s neck, letting him have his way. It was laughable to feel the kisses along with the stiff gropes Byakuya gave him as he laid atop Ichigo. Almost like Keigo’s feeble attempts to horse around with Ichigo when both of them were drunk. Neither boy admitted they were one another’s first kiss. Keigo’s kisses were just as inexperienced as his own were. Both had fooled around and come to some vague answer as to what worked, then decided to never speak of it again.
All notions of how to kiss and touch changed the moment Renji had pressed his lips to Ichigo’s. To Ichigo THAT was a first kiss worth remembering. Did the Vice Captain ever kiss Byakuya like this, or was he ever shoved on that desk and ravaged? Was it the Sereitei Prince who had taught Renji how to fuck as well as kiss? On the other hand, was it Rukia?
“I… have no such fantasies of engaging in any liaisons with you, Kurosaki. Except to prove that you are subordinate to me,” Byakuya whispered fiercely.
“You have no idea what you’re doing do you? Some people view sex as power. A way to get what they want. Is that all it’s become to you? How freaking sad,” Ichigo asked.
“Silence,” Byakuya chided, fusing their lips together once more.
Ichigo had imagined what it was like to kiss Rukia. Now here her big brother, a man he had fought hard to save her life, was seducing him. Technically Rukia and he had kissed, only to have her pull back and apologize. Ichigo wondered if she saw Kaien whenever they kissed or touched. When Renji caressed him, he knew at least that his lover was not dreaming of another.
Except Byakuya continued to kiss and caress him, stretching atop Ichigo. Sliding his hands through Ichigo’s short-cropped hair while he fingered the metallic kenseikan and slick silk black. It was remarkable how similar Byakuya’s hair was to Rukia’s. How vastly different the noble seemed to his vice captain. As soon as he came to enjoy Byakuya’s kiss he missed it. As Byakuya’s hands slid along his robe, Ichigo dared to rub the back of his captain’s neck. He parted his legs so Byakuya could kneel between them more comfortably. There was a great deal of loneliness in the kiss that softened the more that Ichigo relaxed and returned it.
Reluctantly he opened his eyes when Byakuya’s lips left his. He only saw the impassive look in steel blue eyes for a second before Byakuya climbed off him. Leaving him sprawled across the sofa. He opened his eyes to look at a familiar sight: Byakuya standing with his back facing towards Ichigo. The long pieces of hair were bedraggled out of their familiar configuration. One silver-gloved hand moved up to arrange the strands of hair into some semblance of what they had been before.
“Something wrong, Byakuya?” Ichigo asked gently. He sat up, touching his bruised and throbbing lips. The taste was sweeter and fierce than he imagined.
The noble’s tone was dark and soft as he spoke. “You will not breathe a word of this to anyone. As far as I am concerned it never transpired.”
Therefore, he had reached the head of the Kuchiki clan in some way. Byakuya WAS acting as if this was a shameful deed. A satiation of some perverse desire. Ichigo felt slightly disappointed, but amused at the same time. Taking a step forwards Ichigo said, “That’s a shame.”
At first Byakuya ignored him, turning around in the direction of his desk. Gracefully he strode towards it, pulling out the chair before he sat once more. For a minute, he shuffled and arranged papers in front of him as if nothing strange had happened minutes before. “What do you mean by that statement, Kurosaki?”
Standing next to Byakuya’s desk Ichigo riffled through a stack of papers, setting them in a folder. “What statement?”
“How is it… a ‘shame’ if I order you to forget what transpired?”
“Well for one reason, you’re not a bad kisser,” Ichigo said as he turned and looked at the noble, who was already giving him a rather shocked expression.
Byakuya stared down at the pile of forms next to his calligraphy brush. Pressing his hands against the desk, he trembled a bit. Out of the corner of his eye, he peered at the former substitute. “Kurosaki what are you saying?”
“It’s not sexual harassment if the other guy enjoyed it,” Ichigo said as he leaned close so his face was within an inch of Byakuya’s.
“Kurosaki, you are trying my patience…”
“All this talk about putting me in my place and keeping yourself from ravaging me. I wasn’t supposed to cooperate was I?”
Staring straight ahead Byakuya coughed. “Is it not being unfaithful if you so readily kiss a man who is not your paramour?”
“Not if you say this never happened. And it’s not like you’re screwing me,” Ichigo said as he moved back.
“Perish the thought,” Byakuya sniffed, turning to his calligraphy. Ichigo swore he could see a mental tally mark floating over Byakuya’s head. Score one for him with a witty rejoinder.
Ichigo locked any further expressions away behind his usual frown. “You have anything else to talk to me about sir?”
“You are dismissed Fukaitaicho,” said Byakuya. Smirking Ichigo exited the office, licking his lips. While he felt guilty for kissing another man, he could hardly feel guilt for rebuffing what Byakuya may have wished was a passive scared kid submitting.
“I feel sorry for you Byakuya,” Ichigo murmured, touching his lips as he walked back to his office. All that passion and nobody to receive it. While he was sure he loved Renji, he felt undeniable attractions to his Captain. He was certain Byakuya felt the same but would deny it vehimently.