[En] Prequel to Sensitive
Title: Sensitive, prequel (part 1)
Pairing: Ren/Bya
Rating: this part is T, but overall it's M
Warnings: yaoi, Byakuya-having-a-moment-of-OOC-ness
Word count: 560
Disclaimer: yup, Bleach is not mine, I only borrow the awesome boys
Beta: None.
A/N: oh well I just noticed this part has no dialogues. Anyway, it seems that I haven't written for quite a long time and my abilities now are a bit blocked TT_________TT Maybe I'll write a better version one day.
The atmosphere at the 6th Division’s Office was quite tense that day. The usual problems, like missing or illegible reports, seemed like nothing compared to the preparations for a mission in the Living World. If only it was Byakuya or Renji who went - but no, this time it was a tactics training for lower-ranked Shinigami, who tended to behave like teenagers.
It was a total chaos and Renji was sure that if it wasn’t for Byakuya’s personality, the division would just fail miserably. It seemed that the chaos didn’t dare to interrupt Byakuya’s actions.
When they finally managed to fill out all the forms and gather a squad of sober, healthy troops with complete equipment and then ensure that the Senkaimon was open and safe, it was already evening. Renji himself felt like on a hangover and felt a strong urge to go and wash it down with some sake. Byakuya seemed no less exhausted, though he never showed any sign of it. It was just the way his movements became a little bit slower, his eyes had a somewhat distant look and his shoulders were slightly hunched, nothing more.
However, Renji, having spent too much time with his Captain, knew perfectly that those little signs meant that it was truly better for him not to annoy Byakuya in that state.
But it really wasn’t his fault that they both chose the very same moment to get up and go to put the forms in the very same filing cabinet.
When Renji realized that they both reached for the same drawer and his hand hit Byakuya’s, he expected a deadly stare accompanied by a harsh reprimand. Or anything like that. What he didn’t expect was a surprised gasp.
He was so shocked by the lack of a more typical reaction that he just stood there, forms in his hand, staring at Byakuya. And Byakuya was staring at him. And they were far too close.
And then… Renji’s body did it itself, obviously out of tiredness. He leaned in and pecked Byakuya on the lips.
If the deadly reaction had come at that moment, Renji wouldn’t have been surprised at all.
But it seemed that particular day had more shocking moments to offer, because Byakuya threw his forms away, white pieces of paper scattering all over the office, and embraced his lieutenant tightly, aiming for another kiss. That one was fierce and hungry, as if it was a compensation for the whole day’s effort.
Renji’s hands found themselves on Byakuya’s back, then lower, on his buttocks, and Renji was still alive. Their tongues met, and Renji let out a low groan, feeling the wet softness. Somehow they stumbled towards the nearest desk, Byakuya unwinding his heirloom scarf in the meantime. Renji kissed, licked and nibbled on the pristine white neck, lifting Byakuya up and making him sit on the desk.
With more fierce kissing, groping, fondling and caressing, their clothes went away as if their life depended on it and they were both left only in their underwear, making their erections rub together. Byakuya was gasping softly with each rhythmical movement, not allowing any louder sound to escape his lips. Renji kissed his neck, his lips, his face, every part of his captain that he could reach. He had dreamt about it for so long that now he would die to try all the possibilities.
Pairing: Ren/Bya
Rating: this part is T, but overall it's M
Warnings: yaoi, Byakuya-having-a-moment-of-OOC-ness
Word count: 560
Disclaimer: yup, Bleach is not mine, I only borrow the awesome boys
Beta: None.
A/N: oh well I just noticed this part has no dialogues. Anyway, it seems that I haven't written for quite a long time and my abilities now are a bit blocked TT_________TT Maybe I'll write a better version one day.
The atmosphere at the 6th Division’s Office was quite tense that day. The usual problems, like missing or illegible reports, seemed like nothing compared to the preparations for a mission in the Living World. If only it was Byakuya or Renji who went - but no, this time it was a tactics training for lower-ranked Shinigami, who tended to behave like teenagers.
It was a total chaos and Renji was sure that if it wasn’t for Byakuya’s personality, the division would just fail miserably. It seemed that the chaos didn’t dare to interrupt Byakuya’s actions.
When they finally managed to fill out all the forms and gather a squad of sober, healthy troops with complete equipment and then ensure that the Senkaimon was open and safe, it was already evening. Renji himself felt like on a hangover and felt a strong urge to go and wash it down with some sake. Byakuya seemed no less exhausted, though he never showed any sign of it. It was just the way his movements became a little bit slower, his eyes had a somewhat distant look and his shoulders were slightly hunched, nothing more.
However, Renji, having spent too much time with his Captain, knew perfectly that those little signs meant that it was truly better for him not to annoy Byakuya in that state.
But it really wasn’t his fault that they both chose the very same moment to get up and go to put the forms in the very same filing cabinet.
When Renji realized that they both reached for the same drawer and his hand hit Byakuya’s, he expected a deadly stare accompanied by a harsh reprimand. Or anything like that. What he didn’t expect was a surprised gasp.
He was so shocked by the lack of a more typical reaction that he just stood there, forms in his hand, staring at Byakuya. And Byakuya was staring at him. And they were far too close.
And then… Renji’s body did it itself, obviously out of tiredness. He leaned in and pecked Byakuya on the lips.
If the deadly reaction had come at that moment, Renji wouldn’t have been surprised at all.
But it seemed that particular day had more shocking moments to offer, because Byakuya threw his forms away, white pieces of paper scattering all over the office, and embraced his lieutenant tightly, aiming for another kiss. That one was fierce and hungry, as if it was a compensation for the whole day’s effort.
Renji’s hands found themselves on Byakuya’s back, then lower, on his buttocks, and Renji was still alive. Their tongues met, and Renji let out a low groan, feeling the wet softness. Somehow they stumbled towards the nearest desk, Byakuya unwinding his heirloom scarf in the meantime. Renji kissed, licked and nibbled on the pristine white neck, lifting Byakuya up and making him sit on the desk.
With more fierce kissing, groping, fondling and caressing, their clothes went away as if their life depended on it and they were both left only in their underwear, making their erections rub together. Byakuya was gasping softly with each rhythmical movement, not allowing any louder sound to escape his lips. Renji kissed his neck, his lips, his face, every part of his captain that he could reach. He had dreamt about it for so long that now he would die to try all the possibilities.