'Dear Bya ~ Dear Renji' [Ren x Bya ~ Bya x Ren]
Title: Dear Byakuya ~ Dear Renji
Pairing: Renji x Bya ~ Bya x Renji
Authors: the*gogos, aka
gogochan &
gogodgene
Rating: PG -13
Warnings: Some implied yaoi, poetically implied sex, some quality over-intellectualizing on Byakuya's part (lol, Proust), and some tongue-in-cheek writing on behalf of the authors. No spoilers, no specific time line.
Summary: Renji wrote Byakuya a Valentine, back...you know...around Valentine's Day. Months later, Byakuya finally gets it in gear to answer...
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Feb, 14 (Valentines Day)
Dear Byakuya,
Hi. We haven't seen each other in a while, and I really miss you. I miss the way you walk, the way you stand, the way you flip your hair over one shoulder as you're turning to leave. I miss seeing your eyebrows crinkle when you're annoyed. And I miss the ways your eyes turn kinda silver when you're happy. I miss hearing you talk about "noble reasoning." I miss hearing your voice. I miss hearing you breathe. I miss how peaceful you look in your sleep.
I miss seeing you. I miss you. Life's boring knowing that you're not there at the end of the day.
And I'm sorry if I seem too attention-needy. It's just because I like you a lot. Love you, if that doesn't seem too weird. I wish I could hug more often and kiss you, but I don't wanna step over your boundaries unless you want me to. You're a picky person, but I'm cool with that. I got lotsa of patience (well, most days, anyway). And I'm willing to do anything for you.
I just really, really wanna see you again.
Missing you like flowers miss rain,
Renji
P.S. I know you're really into poetry and all that shit. I tried, but the bit about "flowers and the rain" was the best I could do. I'm more of a "tell it like it is" than a "pretty words" kinda guy, anyway. Just focus on what it means, not the way it sounds, okay?
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June, 1
Dearest Renji,
First of all, allow me to extend my deepest apologies for leaving you stranded, alone, with your feelings for so very long. Conveying anything of this nature is most difficult for me, as I am quite sure you've come to understand. And if not understand, then...expect. At this juncture, all I can ask is that you accept my honest attempt at apology--as artless and dry as it may be. Henceforth, whatever I write, whatever I say, shall be forever humbled by your earnest and unabashed expressions of love.
I hardly deserve such warmth and consideration. I certainly do not deserve your love, Renji. Nor do I deserve you.
There are those who claim that I, as the Kuchiki heir, have everything. Such a statement is both farce and folly. No man has ever, or will ever, possess everything. Such a concept is absurd. Given the very limited imagination of these...envious cravens...one can only imagine their dumbfounded reactions were they to hear my proclamation--my desire--to freely, eagerly, forgo every luxury known to the great Kuchiki empire in exchange for the ability to speak as you do, feel as you do, love as you do...
Always open. Always honest. Always from the heart.
But never in fear.
There is nothing I wouldn't give, nothing I wouldn't go without, to attain the priceless gift of self-expression. Nothing...except the rarefied pleasure of your company.
I made every attempt to quail your burgeoning ardor and ward off every onslaught of affection. I subjected you to months of compulsive reticence and hid behind the pain and isolation of my past. Worst of all, I turned the memory of my beloved wife into weaponry, wielding "That which was" as my sword, and "That which can never be" as my shield.
I regret this more than you will ever know.
While I have never been the type to employ cliches, there is one among many that seems to ring true. "Absence makes the heart grow fonder." A bittersweet colloquialism, to be sure. I can well attest to its veracity through the longing that emerged in the wake of Hisana's death...as well as the feelings for you that began to flourish once you'd been successfully exiled from my presence.
I do care for you, Renji, though it is more than that; much more. Once again, my cautious and cerebral nature has intervened, to where my words do neither of us any justice. Just as your absence was required for my bewildering emotions to become clarion, so it seems that only in the land of Morpheus could they finally be understood as love. How ironic to find true clarity within the chaotic and nebulous world of dreams. How ironic, and, yet, how fitting. My subconscious reveled in what my waking mind could or would not see. I blame Proust...though really I should be thanking him. Were it not for his iconic tome, I might not have taken pains to record the vision which came to me in that tenuous state between cognizance and sleep. A vision of fire and water; two opposing elements joining to become one. A vision of you and I.
Dearest Renji... More than once have you opened your heart, risking certain disappointment. But hope kept you buoyant; kept you strong. I could see it in your eyes, hear it in your words, feel it in the urgency of your touch. And now, I shall borrow some of that hope for myself. In lieu of opening my heart, I offer to open my mind, and share with you that which I hid even from myself.
A vision. A dream.
Take it for what it is, Renji. Desire. Longing. Lust. And love. For you, and you alone.
"...So his lover intended to tease him. Well, not so much tease as take his sweet time, allowing the current of raw desire to pull and crest like the incoming tide, swelling with each whispered word, each searing kiss, each heated caress, until the waves of longing became a harsh sea of need. Only then, when surge after surge of mutual passion threatened to pull them both under, would the firebrand deign to fully consummate their ardor; a plunging a lick of flame deep into that dark tempest, forging their flesh to sink or swim together in the churning sea of lust.
As one, they are buoyant again, floating weightless on mere whisps of foam, borne aloft on each new wave of pleasure, dipping into shallow pools of exquisite warmth, only to soar ever higher, until... Until. The lovers ride one last, perfect powerful swell high into the sky, rising beyond the clouds into the realm of sheer bliss. There is a moment where time is frozen, where all is still, all is silent, and there is nothing, save the two glowing lovers, opposite in nature, yet focused on naught but each other, moving together, in synchrony, as one body, one breath. For one indelible moment, they are immortal, transcendent...a universe unto themselves.
Then, a final gasp pierces the air, and the horizon explodes; the white heat blinding their eyes and burning from within. The great wave breaks beneath them, and they are falling, hurled from intangible heights into a deep, orgasmic abyss. They submerge, but do not drown. Instead, the lovers bathe in liquid pleasure, suspended and sustained; the relentless pounding of the surf sending ripples of ecstasy to course through their quivering flesh. They emerge as one--connected by mind as much as body--gasping softly against each other's salt-slicked skin, drifting in unison, lulled by the lapping, soothing current. Eventually, they reach the shore; the solid certainty of terra firma prompting them to disengage, until they are once again two bodies, two beings.
Divided by reason, bound by fate. Apart, yet always together."
After this, I can say no more. I am, like Proust, a la recherche du temps perdu. Yet now, I must wait. And wait I shall, with baited breath, for your response.
Yours,
Byakuya
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June, 2
Bya,
You know you don't have to apologize. I'm used to your weird habits by now. Not that you're weird. And your habits aren't weird either. Maybe I shoulda' said something different... You know how bad I am with, um, whaddyacallthem... words that are like other words.
Anyway, I know you love me, too. You may be all secretive and stuff, but I know how to read you by now. And I pride myself on that.
Also, I have no idea who Proust is, and I don't fully understand that long...thing you wrote. Was that really a dream? About me? It sounded really nice. Kinda sexy, too.
Soooo...uh, I love you, too?
And... Can I come over tonight?
Love,
Renji
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June, 2
Renji,
...Must you even ask?
I have already seen to the requisite arrangements, and will expect you promptly at 9:00 pm. The garden gate will be unlocked, as usual.
Do not be late. Do not keep me waiting...
Yours always,
Byakuya
Pairing: Renji x Bya ~ Bya x Renji
Authors: the*gogos, aka
gogochan &
gogodgene
Rating: PG -13
Warnings: Some implied yaoi, poetically implied sex, some quality over-intellectualizing on Byakuya's part (lol, Proust), and some tongue-in-cheek writing on behalf of the authors. No spoilers, no specific time line.
Summary: Renji wrote Byakuya a Valentine, back...you know...around Valentine's Day. Months later, Byakuya finally gets it in gear to answer...
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Feb, 14 (Valentines Day)
Dear Byakuya,
Hi. We haven't seen each other in a while, and I really miss you. I miss the way you walk, the way you stand, the way you flip your hair over one shoulder as you're turning to leave. I miss seeing your eyebrows crinkle when you're annoyed. And I miss the ways your eyes turn kinda silver when you're happy. I miss hearing you talk about "noble reasoning." I miss hearing your voice. I miss hearing you breathe. I miss how peaceful you look in your sleep.
I miss seeing you. I miss you. Life's boring knowing that you're not there at the end of the day.
And I'm sorry if I seem too attention-needy. It's just because I like you a lot. Love you, if that doesn't seem too weird. I wish I could hug more often and kiss you, but I don't wanna step over your boundaries unless you want me to. You're a picky person, but I'm cool with that. I got lotsa of patience (well, most days, anyway). And I'm willing to do anything for you.
I just really, really wanna see you again.
Missing you like flowers miss rain,
Renji
P.S. I know you're really into poetry and all that shit. I tried, but the bit about "flowers and the rain" was the best I could do. I'm more of a "tell it like it is" than a "pretty words" kinda guy, anyway. Just focus on what it means, not the way it sounds, okay?
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June, 1
Dearest Renji,
First of all, allow me to extend my deepest apologies for leaving you stranded, alone, with your feelings for so very long. Conveying anything of this nature is most difficult for me, as I am quite sure you've come to understand. And if not understand, then...expect. At this juncture, all I can ask is that you accept my honest attempt at apology--as artless and dry as it may be. Henceforth, whatever I write, whatever I say, shall be forever humbled by your earnest and unabashed expressions of love.
I hardly deserve such warmth and consideration. I certainly do not deserve your love, Renji. Nor do I deserve you.
There are those who claim that I, as the Kuchiki heir, have everything. Such a statement is both farce and folly. No man has ever, or will ever, possess everything. Such a concept is absurd. Given the very limited imagination of these...envious cravens...one can only imagine their dumbfounded reactions were they to hear my proclamation--my desire--to freely, eagerly, forgo every luxury known to the great Kuchiki empire in exchange for the ability to speak as you do, feel as you do, love as you do...
Always open. Always honest. Always from the heart.
But never in fear.
There is nothing I wouldn't give, nothing I wouldn't go without, to attain the priceless gift of self-expression. Nothing...except the rarefied pleasure of your company.
I made every attempt to quail your burgeoning ardor and ward off every onslaught of affection. I subjected you to months of compulsive reticence and hid behind the pain and isolation of my past. Worst of all, I turned the memory of my beloved wife into weaponry, wielding "That which was" as my sword, and "That which can never be" as my shield.
I regret this more than you will ever know.
While I have never been the type to employ cliches, there is one among many that seems to ring true. "Absence makes the heart grow fonder." A bittersweet colloquialism, to be sure. I can well attest to its veracity through the longing that emerged in the wake of Hisana's death...as well as the feelings for you that began to flourish once you'd been successfully exiled from my presence.
I do care for you, Renji, though it is more than that; much more. Once again, my cautious and cerebral nature has intervened, to where my words do neither of us any justice. Just as your absence was required for my bewildering emotions to become clarion, so it seems that only in the land of Morpheus could they finally be understood as love. How ironic to find true clarity within the chaotic and nebulous world of dreams. How ironic, and, yet, how fitting. My subconscious reveled in what my waking mind could or would not see. I blame Proust...though really I should be thanking him. Were it not for his iconic tome, I might not have taken pains to record the vision which came to me in that tenuous state between cognizance and sleep. A vision of fire and water; two opposing elements joining to become one. A vision of you and I.
Dearest Renji... More than once have you opened your heart, risking certain disappointment. But hope kept you buoyant; kept you strong. I could see it in your eyes, hear it in your words, feel it in the urgency of your touch. And now, I shall borrow some of that hope for myself. In lieu of opening my heart, I offer to open my mind, and share with you that which I hid even from myself.
A vision. A dream.
Take it for what it is, Renji. Desire. Longing. Lust. And love. For you, and you alone.
"...So his lover intended to tease him. Well, not so much tease as take his sweet time, allowing the current of raw desire to pull and crest like the incoming tide, swelling with each whispered word, each searing kiss, each heated caress, until the waves of longing became a harsh sea of need. Only then, when surge after surge of mutual passion threatened to pull them both under, would the firebrand deign to fully consummate their ardor; a plunging a lick of flame deep into that dark tempest, forging their flesh to sink or swim together in the churning sea of lust.
As one, they are buoyant again, floating weightless on mere whisps of foam, borne aloft on each new wave of pleasure, dipping into shallow pools of exquisite warmth, only to soar ever higher, until... Until. The lovers ride one last, perfect powerful swell high into the sky, rising beyond the clouds into the realm of sheer bliss. There is a moment where time is frozen, where all is still, all is silent, and there is nothing, save the two glowing lovers, opposite in nature, yet focused on naught but each other, moving together, in synchrony, as one body, one breath. For one indelible moment, they are immortal, transcendent...a universe unto themselves.
Then, a final gasp pierces the air, and the horizon explodes; the white heat blinding their eyes and burning from within. The great wave breaks beneath them, and they are falling, hurled from intangible heights into a deep, orgasmic abyss. They submerge, but do not drown. Instead, the lovers bathe in liquid pleasure, suspended and sustained; the relentless pounding of the surf sending ripples of ecstasy to course through their quivering flesh. They emerge as one--connected by mind as much as body--gasping softly against each other's salt-slicked skin, drifting in unison, lulled by the lapping, soothing current. Eventually, they reach the shore; the solid certainty of terra firma prompting them to disengage, until they are once again two bodies, two beings.
Divided by reason, bound by fate. Apart, yet always together."
After this, I can say no more. I am, like Proust, a la recherche du temps perdu. Yet now, I must wait. And wait I shall, with baited breath, for your response.
Yours,
Byakuya
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June, 2
Bya,
You know you don't have to apologize. I'm used to your weird habits by now. Not that you're weird. And your habits aren't weird either. Maybe I shoulda' said something different... You know how bad I am with, um, whaddyacallthem... words that are like other words.
Anyway, I know you love me, too. You may be all secretive and stuff, but I know how to read you by now. And I pride myself on that.
Also, I have no idea who Proust is, and I don't fully understand that long...thing you wrote. Was that really a dream? About me? It sounded really nice. Kinda sexy, too.
Soooo...uh, I love you, too?
And... Can I come over tonight?
Love,
Renji
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June, 2
Renji,
...Must you even ask?
I have already seen to the requisite arrangements, and will expect you promptly at 9:00 pm. The garden gate will be unlocked, as usual.
Do not be late. Do not keep me waiting...
Yours always,
Byakuya