Differences of Opinion ByaxRen rated NC 17
Differences of Opinon
Pairing: ByakuyaxRenji
Author: StarbearerTM
Genre: Romance, lemon, angst
Rating: NC 17
Warnings: Lemon, language
Word Count: 2534
Summary: Renji and Byakuya still have differences of opinion when it comes to family matters. Yet can they still find common ground?
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach or its characters, Tite Kubo does. This fanfiction is written for entertainment only not profit.
Somewhere within the vast maze of chambers that comprised Kuchiki manor, Renji sauntered. Sweat caused the elaborate sunglasses he was wearing to almost slip off his face. He tugged them off and dabbed at his brow with one of his bandannas. Inside his throat, his heart seemed to have arisen knowing just what had transpired before.
Byakuya had called a council of elders. Not only that but he had sensed Ichigo’s massive reiatsu along with Rukia’s present in the manor. Now both presences were conspicuously absent once he had reached the house from his duties at squad 6. Byakuya had instructed him to complete the paperwork left for him then come when summoned properly.
“He must think I am a damn dog,” Renji mumbled, still in a lousy mood from Ichigo’s appearance.
Emerging into the main sitting area Renji followed the steward the rest of the way. Vast strips of paper lay on the floor already marked with the flowing lines of black calligraphy. He saw a rather large brush in the hand of his captain and lover, who bent over with more effort than usual. However, the lines were slightly shaky at present.
“Oi, Taicho,” Renji said, not in the mood for being too formal. “Reportin’!”
“At ease,” Byakuya murmured. “Kneel and join me for tea and calligraphy.”
He dismissed his steward, who departed. Renji stiffly knelt on the cushion set cattycorner to his captain’s, glad to see no calligraphy set was left for him. Rather a cup of tea steamed on a small tray to his left. After a hard day if they retired to the manor, there was always such a beverage next to a plate of almond cookies. Sure enough, they were neatly arranged there on a plate.
“So, where are they now, Taicho?” Renji murmured. “And am I in trouble?”
“They are presently out of the manor,” Byakuya announced still not facing him.
“So what did he have t’ say for himself?” he wondered, sipping the hot tea with satisfaction.
“We have arrived at an arrangement that will be satisfactory to both parties,” said Byakuya.
“So what does that mean, Taicho?” Renji asked, swallowing a hot mouthful of tea. He almost coughed as he choked on it.
“Kurosaki’s intentions are honorable. Considering the stubborn nature of my sister and the nature of their association, I reluctantly gave consent to allow them to court,” Byakuya said quietly.
“Taicho? Are ya freakin’ NUTS?” Renji suddenly blurted out. He winced for a moment, feeling his captain’s reiatsu bristle.
“I assure you I am quite sane, Renji,” Byakuya murmured.
“But… but… why? He ain’t even DEAD yet! He’s a damn KID!” Renji spluttered.
“Kurosaki would doubtless continue to defy authority, but he in this instance was most insistent upon proper protocol. Also, there is another reason for this arrangement,” Byakuya murmured.
“But… I don’t get it! I thought ya didn’t approve?”
“I cannot approve of the alternative. Her prospects for a suitable match are hardly existent,” murmured Byakuya quietly. “Considering that the suitable candidates are either engaged in other relationships or have dishonored themselves.”
“But he ain’t even noble blood!” Renji spluttered.
“I have my reasons, Renji. Kurosaki’s lineage is presently under investigation. If I find that he is not suitable my arrangement will be rescinded. Others seek to marry into the family that I would rather not. Kurosaki is the lesser of many evils,” Byakuya explained.
“I can’t believe what I’m hearin’,” Renji murmured, shaking his head.
“I did not grant them consent to marry, only consent to court. Kurosaki must prove his worth. His dedication to protecting her is as true as yours or mine. That and his sufficient power have led me to this decision, along with the tentative recommendation of the Kuchiki elders. If a suitable candidate DOES present itself, then the matter may change. I do not particularly like Kurosaki but I can tolerate him.”
“So ya gave up?” Renji mumbled, fisting the cloth of his hakama in his fingers.
“Absolutely not,” Byakuya huffed. “I compromised. At least she will not bring dishonor upon the Kuchiki name. Most of Soul Society suspects an association. I hardly like it, but unless you can suggest another alternative then be silent.”
“An marryin’ her off ain’t possible… you said there were others tryin’ t’ get into the Kuchiki family?” asked Renji, fists shaking.
“Kurosaki is a known variable. In the living world, his family owns a clinic. Doctors are considered a superior stock if not respectable. This way I can keep an eye on Rukia through Kurosaki. Do not deny that you yourself know she would continue to resist.”
“I know her too well,” mumbled Renji. “She cares about the carrot top. I got to admit I like the kid but if he screws up…”
“He will meet a disagreeable fate at my hands and yours, yes, Renji,” Byakuya answered.
“The elders consented?” mumbled Renji.
“Indeed. Kurosaki brought her back to the manor and asked me for her hand,” said Byakuya. “If he had not done so, then I would not have even considered this.”
**
Calligraphy equipment was abandoned soon once Renji finished his tea and Byakuya rose from a kneeling seiza. He extended a silver-gloved hand to Renji commanding, “ON your feet, Renji.”
“Taicho?” Renji asked, seeing the slight smolder to his blue eyes. First, he goes and lets Rukia be with Ichigo and he expects sex NOW?
“I said, stand up. Must I be planar?” asked Byakuya.
“Calm down damn it,” Renji grumbled under his breath, rolling to his feet. “Ya mean ya wanna…”
“You presume a great deal. I simply desire that you take a bath and join me for dinner,” Byakuya said.
“Oh,” Renji murmured, blushing. “I thought you wanted to…”
“Do you not wish it?” Byakuya asked.
“Um I’m okay with it if you are, I just um… well…” Renji mumbled, not wanting to turn down the opportunity or piss off his Captain even if he was annoyed with him. Suddenly a silver-gloved hand shot out and grabbed Renji by the front of his robe. Renji spun around and then grabbed Byakuya by the front of his haori in retaliation.
Steel blue eyes met reddish brown, electricity snapping between them. Still irritated and guessing Byakuya was as well, Renji did not fight his captain pulling him down and forcing his lips over the other. Twisting fingers in Byakuya’s hair Renji turned his mouth and thrust his tongue deep while Byakuya clamped a hand on Renji’s shoulder so he was forced to bend his back a bit. One of the long tendrils of Byakuya’s hair brushed past Renji’s cheek, tickling it.
A bolt of desire slammed into Renji and he quickly broke the kiss. Panting both of them regained their breath, hands twisted in folds of clothing and hair. Already Byakuya had tugged at the hair tie confining Renji’s scarlet locks. They fell around his shoulders, softening his angular serpentine features. Renji murmured, “You know I’m still kind of sore at ya fer giving up.”
“I thought I made it clear that I did not give up,” Byakuya whispered.
“I still don’t get the reason behind it. I want to trust ya yet…” Renji trailed off.
Sighing Byakuya murmured, “I see I will have to explain to you in greater detail. I loathe repeating myself.”
***
Pale skin was revealed to Renji as he parted the halves of Byakuya’s kimono. Already he had draped the wildflower silk gauze scarf aside with the rest of his captain’s garments so far removed. Both of them sat on Byakuya’s bed deep in his personal chambers.
Renji reached up and slid a finger along one of the kenseikan, glad that Byakuya made no noise of protest. Instead, he whispered, “Be careful. You know how they go in. It’s safe to assume you can remove them without plucking hair from my scalp. Otherwise…”
“I’ll be careful, Taicho,” Renji promised, licking his lips with the effort needed for such a delicate task.
Byakuya’s eyes watched him intently as the long fingers threaded his hair out of each tube without pulling or tugging much. It seemed like some sort of intelligence or logic puzzle but so far, Renji figured out how the three on the top worked. Renji remembered watching the process the times he had spent the night at Byakuya’s enough times and chuckled that he now held the five tubes in his hands carefully.
“Impressive,” Byakuya commented in a low tone.
“Lemmie put them away first,” Renji offered, rising from the bed. Reverently he carried them towards a lacquered box sitting on Byakuya’s dresser and laid each inside. As he did so, Byakuya admired the progression of jagged marks spreading across his vice captain's shoulder blades. They were interrupted by long strands of crimson hair spilling over his shoulders and back.
Byakuya turned his back for a moment, revealing the blue and black ink of his own tattoo Renji had seen that first night they had been together. Weight shifted on the bed telling him that Renji had rejoined him.
“Beautiful,” Renji murmured, bending to kiss it. Byakuya turned his neck to let Renji have more access, suppressing the sigh.
“Mmm,” Byakuya half hummed, eyes shut as Renji slipped behind him on the bed and licked the tattoo affectionately. He then nipped Byakuya’s neck.
“I should be pissed at ya now, but I’m so damn turned on,” Renji panted. Byakuya carefully folded the covers down, rising from the bed long enough to pull them aside. Renji reluctantly moved off the bed long enough to help peel back the covers and satin sheets. More clothes were removed as they stood opposite one another.
“Elaborate what you were saying earlier about being aroused,” Byakuya requested, arching his neck. Taking Renji’s clothes he lay them at the foot of the bed, then watched his vice captain do the same. Byakuya walked backwards to sit down on the bed once more. Renji kissed around to the front, and then sat facing Byakuya so one of his legs hung off the bed. Their knees bumped for a clumsy moment, causing Byakuya to close his eyes and try to count to ten.
Kissing a path to Byakuya’s cheek via a series of touches to his collarbone Renji murmured, “Ya can’t deny yer still frustrated as well. I guess I have to wait an’ see what this all means. An I know I gotta trust ya.”
“Fortunate for you and me,” said Byakuya, leaning heavily into Renji. Grasping his shoulders, he maneuvered Renji onto the middle of the bed. He knelt between his vice captain’s spread legs once his hips wedged between them.
Instead of having to fumble for the familiar jar as in times past; Byakuya had set it on his bedside table. Fragrant incense burned, increasing the sensations in the chamber that made Renji’s head reel. He still tasted sake on his tongue they had sipped earlier. Once they arrived in the bedroom Byakuya insisted that enough was consumed.
“I trust ya even though yer decisions don’t always make sense,” Renji whispered.
“And I trust you as well, Renji,” whispered Byakuya in return. Black hair curtained Renji’s face on either side as Byakuya bend down to kiss him. Reaching up Renji pulled Byakuya atop him in a fierce hug, thrusting his tongue into his captain’s mouth. Byakuya retaliated with a firm thrust of his own tongue, stifling Renji’s moans.
“I trust ya to make love t’ me, an’ that ya stand by what ya say, even if we disagree on things,” Renji murmured.
“I likewise trust you that you will continue to voice your opinions when we disagree. Yet in the end we are still together despite our differences,” Byakuya answered.
Fundoshi were removed and cast aside, the last barriers to any differences between them. Two fingers slicked with gel thrust into Renji’s opening causing him to grit his teeth and arch his back. Fingers brushed Byakuya’s chest and gave a small pinch to the sensitive nipples, wringing a hiss from his captain in return.
Lips fused once more, legs and arms tangling together. Latching on Byakuya increased the intensity of his kiss, forcing his hips against Renji’s. Renji wrapped his legs around Byakuya’s waist, rubbing at his captain’s shaft encouragingly. Side by side, they lay breaking the kiss to pant at one another. Byakuya rolled onto his back pulling Renji to straddle him to his surprise.
“Ahhh!” Renji yelped, feeling Byakuya’s fingers slide down his spine only to trace the crease of his buttocks and invade his opening again. He rested his face in Byakuya’s shoulder kneeling so his shaft brushed Byakuya’s erection and his captain shuddered in increased arousal. He fingered the soft black hairs at the base of the pink tinged cock, lightly stroking it. Then Byakuya added a third and fourth finger to stretch Renji’s opening more.
“Mmm, Renji,” murmured the noble, encouraging Renji to sit in the cradle of his legs shaped into a triangle. Pressing hands on Byakuya’s shoulders Renji aligned himself and slowly sank down onto his captain’s shaft.
“Oh hell it feels damn good, “Renji gritted, wriggling his hips as Byakuya thrust up. The captain’s brow pressed to Renji’s tattooed one, his steel blue eyes unfocussed and hazy.
“Likewise it is quite… pleasurable,” Byakuya answered, panting as he bit his lip. Renji’s efforts not to cry out were laudable. However, the presence of musicians in the hall near the door alerted the redhead so he glanced away. Byakuya then twisted around so Renji was beneath him, knees bent and ankles hooked at the base of Byakuya’s spine.
“Taicho!” Renji cried out, eyes squeezed shut.
“You can make all the noise you want,” Byakuya whispered in his ear. “I insist that you cry freely my name when you climax.”
“Kuchiki Taicho!” Renji yelled, feeling several sharp pushes spreading him wide. Teeth nipped the lightning bolt tattoo on the left then the right side of his neck almost drawing blood.
Two lovers as different, night, and day lay in a tangle of arms and legs. Byakuya collapsed atop Renji, feeling the soft kisses of his vice captain on his scalp. Feeling the sensation of Renji curling those tattooed arms around him, Byakuya knew they would talk things through in the morning. Renji fingered the strands of Byakuya’s hair plastered to his forehead and chuckled.
“Renji… about earlier,” Byakuya murmured. “I owe you an explanation. I consented to Kurosaki and Rukia because I… respect Kurosaki despite his shortcomings.”
“I ain’t mad at ya, Taicho. Thanks fer leveling with me. Ichigo’s fine in my book,” Renji whispered as Byakuya reached down to pull the covers over them. He slipped out of his lover and then rested his head on Renji’s chest. The redheaded shinigami repositioned them so they were nestled together in the fine silk sheets.
“You and I despite our differences are compatible,” Byakuya murmured kissing Renji on the ear. They rolled over again so Byakuya lay with his head nestled in the pillow and Renji pressed soft kisses to that pale white chest reminding him of ivory and soft moonlight.
“Damn right ya are,” Renji chuckled relaxing in Byakuya’s arms.
Pairing: ByakuyaxRenji
Author: StarbearerTM
Genre: Romance, lemon, angst
Rating: NC 17
Warnings: Lemon, language
Word Count: 2534
Summary: Renji and Byakuya still have differences of opinion when it comes to family matters. Yet can they still find common ground?
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach or its characters, Tite Kubo does. This fanfiction is written for entertainment only not profit.
Somewhere within the vast maze of chambers that comprised Kuchiki manor, Renji sauntered. Sweat caused the elaborate sunglasses he was wearing to almost slip off his face. He tugged them off and dabbed at his brow with one of his bandannas. Inside his throat, his heart seemed to have arisen knowing just what had transpired before.
Byakuya had called a council of elders. Not only that but he had sensed Ichigo’s massive reiatsu along with Rukia’s present in the manor. Now both presences were conspicuously absent once he had reached the house from his duties at squad 6. Byakuya had instructed him to complete the paperwork left for him then come when summoned properly.
“He must think I am a damn dog,” Renji mumbled, still in a lousy mood from Ichigo’s appearance.
Emerging into the main sitting area Renji followed the steward the rest of the way. Vast strips of paper lay on the floor already marked with the flowing lines of black calligraphy. He saw a rather large brush in the hand of his captain and lover, who bent over with more effort than usual. However, the lines were slightly shaky at present.
“Oi, Taicho,” Renji said, not in the mood for being too formal. “Reportin’!”
“At ease,” Byakuya murmured. “Kneel and join me for tea and calligraphy.”
He dismissed his steward, who departed. Renji stiffly knelt on the cushion set cattycorner to his captain’s, glad to see no calligraphy set was left for him. Rather a cup of tea steamed on a small tray to his left. After a hard day if they retired to the manor, there was always such a beverage next to a plate of almond cookies. Sure enough, they were neatly arranged there on a plate.
“So, where are they now, Taicho?” Renji murmured. “And am I in trouble?”
“They are presently out of the manor,” Byakuya announced still not facing him.
“So what did he have t’ say for himself?” he wondered, sipping the hot tea with satisfaction.
“We have arrived at an arrangement that will be satisfactory to both parties,” said Byakuya.
“So what does that mean, Taicho?” Renji asked, swallowing a hot mouthful of tea. He almost coughed as he choked on it.
“Kurosaki’s intentions are honorable. Considering the stubborn nature of my sister and the nature of their association, I reluctantly gave consent to allow them to court,” Byakuya said quietly.
“Taicho? Are ya freakin’ NUTS?” Renji suddenly blurted out. He winced for a moment, feeling his captain’s reiatsu bristle.
“I assure you I am quite sane, Renji,” Byakuya murmured.
“But… but… why? He ain’t even DEAD yet! He’s a damn KID!” Renji spluttered.
“Kurosaki would doubtless continue to defy authority, but he in this instance was most insistent upon proper protocol. Also, there is another reason for this arrangement,” Byakuya murmured.
“But… I don’t get it! I thought ya didn’t approve?”
“I cannot approve of the alternative. Her prospects for a suitable match are hardly existent,” murmured Byakuya quietly. “Considering that the suitable candidates are either engaged in other relationships or have dishonored themselves.”
“But he ain’t even noble blood!” Renji spluttered.
“I have my reasons, Renji. Kurosaki’s lineage is presently under investigation. If I find that he is not suitable my arrangement will be rescinded. Others seek to marry into the family that I would rather not. Kurosaki is the lesser of many evils,” Byakuya explained.
“I can’t believe what I’m hearin’,” Renji murmured, shaking his head.
“I did not grant them consent to marry, only consent to court. Kurosaki must prove his worth. His dedication to protecting her is as true as yours or mine. That and his sufficient power have led me to this decision, along with the tentative recommendation of the Kuchiki elders. If a suitable candidate DOES present itself, then the matter may change. I do not particularly like Kurosaki but I can tolerate him.”
“So ya gave up?” Renji mumbled, fisting the cloth of his hakama in his fingers.
“Absolutely not,” Byakuya huffed. “I compromised. At least she will not bring dishonor upon the Kuchiki name. Most of Soul Society suspects an association. I hardly like it, but unless you can suggest another alternative then be silent.”
“An marryin’ her off ain’t possible… you said there were others tryin’ t’ get into the Kuchiki family?” asked Renji, fists shaking.
“Kurosaki is a known variable. In the living world, his family owns a clinic. Doctors are considered a superior stock if not respectable. This way I can keep an eye on Rukia through Kurosaki. Do not deny that you yourself know she would continue to resist.”
“I know her too well,” mumbled Renji. “She cares about the carrot top. I got to admit I like the kid but if he screws up…”
“He will meet a disagreeable fate at my hands and yours, yes, Renji,” Byakuya answered.
“The elders consented?” mumbled Renji.
“Indeed. Kurosaki brought her back to the manor and asked me for her hand,” said Byakuya. “If he had not done so, then I would not have even considered this.”
**
Calligraphy equipment was abandoned soon once Renji finished his tea and Byakuya rose from a kneeling seiza. He extended a silver-gloved hand to Renji commanding, “ON your feet, Renji.”
“Taicho?” Renji asked, seeing the slight smolder to his blue eyes. First, he goes and lets Rukia be with Ichigo and he expects sex NOW?
“I said, stand up. Must I be planar?” asked Byakuya.
“Calm down damn it,” Renji grumbled under his breath, rolling to his feet. “Ya mean ya wanna…”
“You presume a great deal. I simply desire that you take a bath and join me for dinner,” Byakuya said.
“Oh,” Renji murmured, blushing. “I thought you wanted to…”
“Do you not wish it?” Byakuya asked.
“Um I’m okay with it if you are, I just um… well…” Renji mumbled, not wanting to turn down the opportunity or piss off his Captain even if he was annoyed with him. Suddenly a silver-gloved hand shot out and grabbed Renji by the front of his robe. Renji spun around and then grabbed Byakuya by the front of his haori in retaliation.
Steel blue eyes met reddish brown, electricity snapping between them. Still irritated and guessing Byakuya was as well, Renji did not fight his captain pulling him down and forcing his lips over the other. Twisting fingers in Byakuya’s hair Renji turned his mouth and thrust his tongue deep while Byakuya clamped a hand on Renji’s shoulder so he was forced to bend his back a bit. One of the long tendrils of Byakuya’s hair brushed past Renji’s cheek, tickling it.
A bolt of desire slammed into Renji and he quickly broke the kiss. Panting both of them regained their breath, hands twisted in folds of clothing and hair. Already Byakuya had tugged at the hair tie confining Renji’s scarlet locks. They fell around his shoulders, softening his angular serpentine features. Renji murmured, “You know I’m still kind of sore at ya fer giving up.”
“I thought I made it clear that I did not give up,” Byakuya whispered.
“I still don’t get the reason behind it. I want to trust ya yet…” Renji trailed off.
Sighing Byakuya murmured, “I see I will have to explain to you in greater detail. I loathe repeating myself.”
***
Pale skin was revealed to Renji as he parted the halves of Byakuya’s kimono. Already he had draped the wildflower silk gauze scarf aside with the rest of his captain’s garments so far removed. Both of them sat on Byakuya’s bed deep in his personal chambers.
Renji reached up and slid a finger along one of the kenseikan, glad that Byakuya made no noise of protest. Instead, he whispered, “Be careful. You know how they go in. It’s safe to assume you can remove them without plucking hair from my scalp. Otherwise…”
“I’ll be careful, Taicho,” Renji promised, licking his lips with the effort needed for such a delicate task.
Byakuya’s eyes watched him intently as the long fingers threaded his hair out of each tube without pulling or tugging much. It seemed like some sort of intelligence or logic puzzle but so far, Renji figured out how the three on the top worked. Renji remembered watching the process the times he had spent the night at Byakuya’s enough times and chuckled that he now held the five tubes in his hands carefully.
“Impressive,” Byakuya commented in a low tone.
“Lemmie put them away first,” Renji offered, rising from the bed. Reverently he carried them towards a lacquered box sitting on Byakuya’s dresser and laid each inside. As he did so, Byakuya admired the progression of jagged marks spreading across his vice captain's shoulder blades. They were interrupted by long strands of crimson hair spilling over his shoulders and back.
Byakuya turned his back for a moment, revealing the blue and black ink of his own tattoo Renji had seen that first night they had been together. Weight shifted on the bed telling him that Renji had rejoined him.
“Beautiful,” Renji murmured, bending to kiss it. Byakuya turned his neck to let Renji have more access, suppressing the sigh.
“Mmm,” Byakuya half hummed, eyes shut as Renji slipped behind him on the bed and licked the tattoo affectionately. He then nipped Byakuya’s neck.
“I should be pissed at ya now, but I’m so damn turned on,” Renji panted. Byakuya carefully folded the covers down, rising from the bed long enough to pull them aside. Renji reluctantly moved off the bed long enough to help peel back the covers and satin sheets. More clothes were removed as they stood opposite one another.
“Elaborate what you were saying earlier about being aroused,” Byakuya requested, arching his neck. Taking Renji’s clothes he lay them at the foot of the bed, then watched his vice captain do the same. Byakuya walked backwards to sit down on the bed once more. Renji kissed around to the front, and then sat facing Byakuya so one of his legs hung off the bed. Their knees bumped for a clumsy moment, causing Byakuya to close his eyes and try to count to ten.
Kissing a path to Byakuya’s cheek via a series of touches to his collarbone Renji murmured, “Ya can’t deny yer still frustrated as well. I guess I have to wait an’ see what this all means. An I know I gotta trust ya.”
“Fortunate for you and me,” said Byakuya, leaning heavily into Renji. Grasping his shoulders, he maneuvered Renji onto the middle of the bed. He knelt between his vice captain’s spread legs once his hips wedged between them.
Instead of having to fumble for the familiar jar as in times past; Byakuya had set it on his bedside table. Fragrant incense burned, increasing the sensations in the chamber that made Renji’s head reel. He still tasted sake on his tongue they had sipped earlier. Once they arrived in the bedroom Byakuya insisted that enough was consumed.
“I trust ya even though yer decisions don’t always make sense,” Renji whispered.
“And I trust you as well, Renji,” whispered Byakuya in return. Black hair curtained Renji’s face on either side as Byakuya bend down to kiss him. Reaching up Renji pulled Byakuya atop him in a fierce hug, thrusting his tongue into his captain’s mouth. Byakuya retaliated with a firm thrust of his own tongue, stifling Renji’s moans.
“I trust ya to make love t’ me, an’ that ya stand by what ya say, even if we disagree on things,” Renji murmured.
“I likewise trust you that you will continue to voice your opinions when we disagree. Yet in the end we are still together despite our differences,” Byakuya answered.
Fundoshi were removed and cast aside, the last barriers to any differences between them. Two fingers slicked with gel thrust into Renji’s opening causing him to grit his teeth and arch his back. Fingers brushed Byakuya’s chest and gave a small pinch to the sensitive nipples, wringing a hiss from his captain in return.
Lips fused once more, legs and arms tangling together. Latching on Byakuya increased the intensity of his kiss, forcing his hips against Renji’s. Renji wrapped his legs around Byakuya’s waist, rubbing at his captain’s shaft encouragingly. Side by side, they lay breaking the kiss to pant at one another. Byakuya rolled onto his back pulling Renji to straddle him to his surprise.
“Ahhh!” Renji yelped, feeling Byakuya’s fingers slide down his spine only to trace the crease of his buttocks and invade his opening again. He rested his face in Byakuya’s shoulder kneeling so his shaft brushed Byakuya’s erection and his captain shuddered in increased arousal. He fingered the soft black hairs at the base of the pink tinged cock, lightly stroking it. Then Byakuya added a third and fourth finger to stretch Renji’s opening more.
“Mmm, Renji,” murmured the noble, encouraging Renji to sit in the cradle of his legs shaped into a triangle. Pressing hands on Byakuya’s shoulders Renji aligned himself and slowly sank down onto his captain’s shaft.
“Oh hell it feels damn good, “Renji gritted, wriggling his hips as Byakuya thrust up. The captain’s brow pressed to Renji’s tattooed one, his steel blue eyes unfocussed and hazy.
“Likewise it is quite… pleasurable,” Byakuya answered, panting as he bit his lip. Renji’s efforts not to cry out were laudable. However, the presence of musicians in the hall near the door alerted the redhead so he glanced away. Byakuya then twisted around so Renji was beneath him, knees bent and ankles hooked at the base of Byakuya’s spine.
“Taicho!” Renji cried out, eyes squeezed shut.
“You can make all the noise you want,” Byakuya whispered in his ear. “I insist that you cry freely my name when you climax.”
“Kuchiki Taicho!” Renji yelled, feeling several sharp pushes spreading him wide. Teeth nipped the lightning bolt tattoo on the left then the right side of his neck almost drawing blood.
Two lovers as different, night, and day lay in a tangle of arms and legs. Byakuya collapsed atop Renji, feeling the soft kisses of his vice captain on his scalp. Feeling the sensation of Renji curling those tattooed arms around him, Byakuya knew they would talk things through in the morning. Renji fingered the strands of Byakuya’s hair plastered to his forehead and chuckled.
“Renji… about earlier,” Byakuya murmured. “I owe you an explanation. I consented to Kurosaki and Rukia because I… respect Kurosaki despite his shortcomings.”
“I ain’t mad at ya, Taicho. Thanks fer leveling with me. Ichigo’s fine in my book,” Renji whispered as Byakuya reached down to pull the covers over them. He slipped out of his lover and then rested his head on Renji’s chest. The redheaded shinigami repositioned them so they were nestled together in the fine silk sheets.
“You and I despite our differences are compatible,” Byakuya murmured kissing Renji on the ear. They rolled over again so Byakuya lay with his head nestled in the pillow and Renji pressed soft kisses to that pale white chest reminding him of ivory and soft moonlight.
“Damn right ya are,” Renji chuckled relaxing in Byakuya’s arms.