[Fic] - Hanging by a Thread 6/9
[Title]: Cat and Mouse Play part 1
[Characters]: Abarai Renji, Kuchiki Byakuya and Rikichi.
[Summary]: After a week without seeing each other, Taichou and Fukutaichou indulge in a sensual afternoon session, before being interrupted...
[Word Count]: 2051
[Finished]: 12.April.2007
[Beta]: Not Beta-read
[Warnings]: Frottage; groping; masturbation
[Ratings]: R
[Notes]: n/a
Disclaimer:Do not own Bleach and will not make a profit out of this fic. All characters © Kubo Tite
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06. CAT AND MOUSE PLAY part 1
The week following their midnight garden madness, Renji had made himself scarce, barely showing at Headquarters. He was now sure this was the way to Byakuya’s heart. Tease him and leave him craving for more. Walk in the shadows, only letting glimpses be seen. Tempt and then retreat and wait for Byakuya to come look for him, taking matters into his own hands, then the luring would be complete and the black-haired man could let his doubts and fears go and accept Renji, finally.
xxxxxx
For Byakuya the whole week had been an absolute torment; he had been assaulted by memories of their nightly kiss, and of the events at the Training Hall, way too many times; he craved for Renji in ways he didn’t thought were possible. He had been trying to put his mind and heart in order with no apparent result and Renji’s cat and mouse play was leaving him in an anxious state, snapping at everything and everyone. Very much not like him!
He was now determined to put an end to it but, yet again, Renji wasn’t around. He left express orders, so that the next time the Fukutaichou set a foot in Headquarters, he would be sent immediately to his office, under pain of severe punishment, if the rules where not followed to the core. He now sat in his office, staring blankly at the light yellow sofa opposed to his desk, attempting to have some work done and impatiently waiting for Renji to arrive.
xxxxxx
“Abarai-fukutaichou! Abarai-fukutaichou!”
Renji turned to see who was calling him. Rikichi ran down the corridor, a concerned look on his face.
“Hey, hold on. Is there something wrong?”
“It’s the Taichou, he’s been looking for you non-stop since yesterday.”
Renji smiled and chuckled. “Oh, has he?”
“Yes, he has. He put the whole place in an uproar! Threatening everyone who comes in sight!”
The Fukutaichou laughed out load.
“It’s not funny!!! Everyone has been scared senseless these days, afraid to cross Kuchiki-taichou’s path.”
“Kuchiki-taichou is always barking up orders, what makes it so different this time?”
“Ohoho, this time it's not the usual strict business ordering. He’s mad, his eyes…”
Renji faced Rikichi intently; there was actual dread in his eyes.
“What did you do, Renji?”
“I think is more of a case of ‘what I didn’t do’!”
“Unh… I see. Well you better do it then, and quickly, or I do not know what he might do to us all!”
Renji smiled slyly and added, “it will be up to him, in the end.”
Confused Rikichi nodded as Renji headed to the Main Office.
Reaching the door, he knocked and waited for an answer.
“If you’re not Abarai-fukutaichou, you can go back from where you came!” a rigid voice declared from the other side. Renji hid his large grin and entered.
The Taichou was trying to place a book on a high shelf, his whole body stretched to reach high. He turned his head as Renji entered the room; the soft line of his neck was showing. Renji’s guts did a flip. The Taichou was only the most beautiful and enticing man he had ever seen. And this man wanted him! Was that real?!!! A pang clutched his heart.
“Ah, it is you!” Byakuya said, turning his back to finish the task.
“Yes it’s me! Is there something I can do for you, Taichou?” Renji replied, trying to calm his heart.
“Hum, I was beginning to wonder if you’d left this Gotei!” he said, his back to Renji still.
Working on impulse the red-haired closed the distance between them, reaching the Taichou in two strides and pressing his body to the tall lean body and whispering: “Would you be terribly sorry if I changed Goteis?” he retorted playfully in Byakuya’s ear.
He squirmed a little trying to free himself from Renji’s embrace, but the grip was too firm. “Release me, Abarai!” he demanded, pressing his arms against the books to try and gain some leverage.
“No! Not until you answer my questions! And hadn’t we already established a given name basis?! Don’t tell me you backing up now.”
He grabbed the others man’s arms, preventing him from escaping, pressing them against the shelves, under his own arms. The movement pressing them closer, hips grinding.
Byakuya gasped feeling Renji so close, his pale face gaining warmer colors. “Now, Abarai!!!”
Instead of answering him, Renji lean himself firmer onto Byakuya, his left leg in between the Taichou’s, arms tighter around him; then started nibbling on the bare, white neck.
The man under him stiffened with surprise, unable to respond, and Renji took advantaged of it; pressing his left knee higher, ensuring he wouldn’t escape, freeing his left arm, involving Byakuya and firmly placing it in his belly, just about the navel. He remained so for a few moments, enjoying the proximity and the closeness of the two, as well as the incredible and astonishing sensation of overpowering Kuchiki Byakuya.
“Do you really want me to let go, Taichou?” he taunted.
Byakuya did not respond; his eyes were closed as if in a trance, his head pending down, the breathing heavy.
Realizing the fact that he might not have this man in such a condition, ever again, and even facing the risk of being banned for good from his life, Renji kept on playing and teasing. His hand, the one pressed to Byakuya’s stomach, began the laborious task of reaching the skin under so many layers of clothing, after a few pushes and tugs he achieved his goal: warm, soft skin.
Gently caressing, not wandering far from navel level and still it incited shivers and trembles from Byakuya, his skin becoming coarse with goosebumps; gaining this response, Renji dared to explore further, his hand now softly fondling just below the nipples, or traveling down to the hem of the hakama, tracing the space between clothe and flesh, resulting in a hiss from the other man; Renji considered himself avenged from the other night, but he had no intentions of stopping for now.
He kept harassing Byakuya’s chest, playing with the skin, nipping, pinching, petting, but always missing the fulcrum points, no teasing the nipples and no going below the navel.
Byakuya got impatient and, for Renji’s utter surprise, started rocking his groin against the Fukutaichou’s knee in slow but steady movements, slight groans escaping his throat. Rocking back and forth, gently pressing himself to Renji’s leg, trying to attain pleasure.
In awe, Renji stopped all actions just to observe Byakuya’s motion, a sensual, arousing and extraordinary motion. He remained still for an eternity, bewildered, until Byakuya hoarsely pleaded:
“Renji! Do something!!!”
Like waking from a dream, Renji straightened all his body, receiving a harsh cry of loss, hurrying to the hakama’s hem, trying to loosen it and to obtain access to where he had never gone before; his hands trembling in anticipation, not able to undo the complex knots and ties.
In dire need, Byakuya grabbed Renji’s hand and pressed it over cloth to his aching member. Renji gasped in surprise and backed away.
Byakuya’s eyes flashed open, turning to face Renji, panting.
“Are you still playing me?” he groaned. “You’ve got me this way” He gestured towards his groin. “Now you fix it” He finished, lust in his voice and glare. He moved pass an embarrassing looking Renji, towards the sofa, grabbing his arm on the way.
Sitting on the couch, Byakuya tried to get his hakama open, fumbling with knots, his hands shaking; when he managed to do so, he still had his fundoshi to deal with, in exasperation he looked for Renji; he had knelt down beside the sofa, and simply watching Byakuya in bewilderment.
“A little help would be welcome.” The Taichou pointed, ironically.
Snapping out of the trance, Renji reached his hand to the loincloth and proceeded to undress Byakuya, who winced and squirmed every time his afflicted organ came in contacted with Renji, but somehow the Fukutaichou did not seem to be in any hurry. When finally the task was completed, Renji stopped yet again, to observe and admire the member, long and lean, a perfect fit to the Taichou; he blushed furiously when trying to picture it in him; his own penis twitching and responding to his thoughts.
“Do you plan to stare at me for long?” the, somewhat, amused voice, woke him from his reverie, looking up and into Byakuya’s eyes he smiled sheepishly, some of his old self returning unhurriedly.
“It’s beautiful! I could stare at it…” he left the phrase unfinished as in a demonstration eternity; his smile growing when all of Byakuya’s face and neck turned red. The black-haired man harrumphed and averted his eyes embarrassed.
Renji decided he had put things off for far too long, shedding all surprise and uneasiness, he moved forward, bent on giving Byakuya the best blow job of his life.
“NO!” Byakuya shouted; Renji startled with surprise.
“Not this way! Came here” Byakuya said offering his hand to Renji and pulling him up to the sofa, to his side.
“I want it this way” his hand darted out to Renji’s hakama, forcefully opening it, a crooked grin appearing on his face.
“You’re much more practical than I am. No fundoshi!”
“Not practical, I just like to let it all hang!” he replied chuckling.
Byakuya burst out laughing, his eyes covered in tears, a most unusual expression to his face; Renji stared in amazement.
“Hmm, I see! So if I do this you won’t be too pleased” he grabbed Renji’s penis and slowly started pumping it. The red-haired cringed and wined, his breath caught.
“I don’t think…arghh…I’ll have any problem with it,” he replied, while mimicking the Taichou’s movements and starting to slide his hand up and down Byakuya’s member.
They both worked each other thoroughly, using every trick known, not actually intended to see who would finish first, but aiming to provide as much pleasure as possible.
Sensing the climax lurking nearby, Renji braced himself for the waves of pleasure, trying not to discard the task at hand. Byakuya was set off first, his head thrown back, his eyes unfocused, a soft pleasure howl escaping; it was all Renji needed, he orgasmed to the cries of delight and accomplishment of the green tea flavored man. He beamed, confused and bewildered, as Byakuya leaned forward to press their heads together, slowly liking the fingers clean of his cum; a sharp pang hitting Renji.
“Thank you,” was all Byakuya said. Still heavy breathing, a contented smile tugging at his lips. He leaned forward to kiss Renji’s lips; his tongue darted into the Fukutaichou’s mouth. Renji responded fiercely. Closing his eyes, dreading that if he kept them opened, he would realize this was all a very strange dream.
A gentle knock on the door startled them apart; hurriedly getting up and fetching their scattered clothes. Another, more heavy, knock froze their movements.
“Did you lock the door?” Byakuya whispered worried.
“I don’t remember!” Came Renji’s troubled reply.
“Well, you should!” The Taichou retorted annoyed. “And hurry putting your clothes back on,” he sounded exasperated.
“No need to take out on me” Renji hissed back “It’s not like I was playing out on my own…”
“You…”
Another impatient knock and an eager voice from the other side: “Kuchiki-taichou? Kuchiki-taichou?”
Still fumbling with is clothes Kuchiki-taichou answered: “What is it? Did I not tell you to leave me be undisturbed?”
“Ah, yes Taichou! But there’s an urgent message! All Taichou’s and Fukutaichou’s are to present themselves at Main Headquarters.”
“I see, I’ll be on my way then.” He concluded, but the voice didn’t seem to give it a rest yet.
“Uhm…Kuchiki-taichou? Is Abarai-fukutaichou in there with you?” They faced each other, alarms sounding all around. After a deep breath he answered.
“Yes, he is!”
“Oh, good I don’t have to look any further. If you’ll excuse me then, Taichou.”
“Yes, you may leave” sounds could be heard, distancing down the corridor.
Renji sat back down on the sofa, his heart pounding heavily.
“That was close! I thought my heart was gonna jump right out of my chest.”
“Yes indeed” was all Byakuya added.
April2007©MarinLiliz
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[Characters]: Abarai Renji, Kuchiki Byakuya and Rikichi.
[Summary]: After a week without seeing each other, Taichou and Fukutaichou indulge in a sensual afternoon session, before being interrupted...
[Word Count]: 2051
[Finished]: 12.April.2007
[Beta]: Not Beta-read
[Warnings]: Frottage; groping; masturbation
[Ratings]: R
[Notes]: n/a
Disclaimer:Do not own Bleach and will not make a profit out of this fic. All characters © Kubo Tite
PREVIOUS /// NEXT
06. CAT AND MOUSE PLAY part 1
The week following their midnight garden madness, Renji had made himself scarce, barely showing at Headquarters. He was now sure this was the way to Byakuya’s heart. Tease him and leave him craving for more. Walk in the shadows, only letting glimpses be seen. Tempt and then retreat and wait for Byakuya to come look for him, taking matters into his own hands, then the luring would be complete and the black-haired man could let his doubts and fears go and accept Renji, finally.
xxxxxx
For Byakuya the whole week had been an absolute torment; he had been assaulted by memories of their nightly kiss, and of the events at the Training Hall, way too many times; he craved for Renji in ways he didn’t thought were possible. He had been trying to put his mind and heart in order with no apparent result and Renji’s cat and mouse play was leaving him in an anxious state, snapping at everything and everyone. Very much not like him!
He was now determined to put an end to it but, yet again, Renji wasn’t around. He left express orders, so that the next time the Fukutaichou set a foot in Headquarters, he would be sent immediately to his office, under pain of severe punishment, if the rules where not followed to the core. He now sat in his office, staring blankly at the light yellow sofa opposed to his desk, attempting to have some work done and impatiently waiting for Renji to arrive.
xxxxxx
“Abarai-fukutaichou! Abarai-fukutaichou!”
Renji turned to see who was calling him. Rikichi ran down the corridor, a concerned look on his face.
“Hey, hold on. Is there something wrong?”
“It’s the Taichou, he’s been looking for you non-stop since yesterday.”
Renji smiled and chuckled. “Oh, has he?”
“Yes, he has. He put the whole place in an uproar! Threatening everyone who comes in sight!”
The Fukutaichou laughed out load.
“It’s not funny!!! Everyone has been scared senseless these days, afraid to cross Kuchiki-taichou’s path.”
“Kuchiki-taichou is always barking up orders, what makes it so different this time?”
“Ohoho, this time it's not the usual strict business ordering. He’s mad, his eyes…”
Renji faced Rikichi intently; there was actual dread in his eyes.
“What did you do, Renji?”
“I think is more of a case of ‘what I didn’t do’!”
“Unh… I see. Well you better do it then, and quickly, or I do not know what he might do to us all!”
Renji smiled slyly and added, “it will be up to him, in the end.”
Confused Rikichi nodded as Renji headed to the Main Office.
Reaching the door, he knocked and waited for an answer.
“If you’re not Abarai-fukutaichou, you can go back from where you came!” a rigid voice declared from the other side. Renji hid his large grin and entered.
The Taichou was trying to place a book on a high shelf, his whole body stretched to reach high. He turned his head as Renji entered the room; the soft line of his neck was showing. Renji’s guts did a flip. The Taichou was only the most beautiful and enticing man he had ever seen. And this man wanted him! Was that real?!!! A pang clutched his heart.
“Ah, it is you!” Byakuya said, turning his back to finish the task.
“Yes it’s me! Is there something I can do for you, Taichou?” Renji replied, trying to calm his heart.
“Hum, I was beginning to wonder if you’d left this Gotei!” he said, his back to Renji still.
Working on impulse the red-haired closed the distance between them, reaching the Taichou in two strides and pressing his body to the tall lean body and whispering: “Would you be terribly sorry if I changed Goteis?” he retorted playfully in Byakuya’s ear.
He squirmed a little trying to free himself from Renji’s embrace, but the grip was too firm. “Release me, Abarai!” he demanded, pressing his arms against the books to try and gain some leverage.
“No! Not until you answer my questions! And hadn’t we already established a given name basis?! Don’t tell me you backing up now.”
He grabbed the others man’s arms, preventing him from escaping, pressing them against the shelves, under his own arms. The movement pressing them closer, hips grinding.
Byakuya gasped feeling Renji so close, his pale face gaining warmer colors. “Now, Abarai!!!”
Instead of answering him, Renji lean himself firmer onto Byakuya, his left leg in between the Taichou’s, arms tighter around him; then started nibbling on the bare, white neck.
The man under him stiffened with surprise, unable to respond, and Renji took advantaged of it; pressing his left knee higher, ensuring he wouldn’t escape, freeing his left arm, involving Byakuya and firmly placing it in his belly, just about the navel. He remained so for a few moments, enjoying the proximity and the closeness of the two, as well as the incredible and astonishing sensation of overpowering Kuchiki Byakuya.
“Do you really want me to let go, Taichou?” he taunted.
Byakuya did not respond; his eyes were closed as if in a trance, his head pending down, the breathing heavy.
Realizing the fact that he might not have this man in such a condition, ever again, and even facing the risk of being banned for good from his life, Renji kept on playing and teasing. His hand, the one pressed to Byakuya’s stomach, began the laborious task of reaching the skin under so many layers of clothing, after a few pushes and tugs he achieved his goal: warm, soft skin.
Gently caressing, not wandering far from navel level and still it incited shivers and trembles from Byakuya, his skin becoming coarse with goosebumps; gaining this response, Renji dared to explore further, his hand now softly fondling just below the nipples, or traveling down to the hem of the hakama, tracing the space between clothe and flesh, resulting in a hiss from the other man; Renji considered himself avenged from the other night, but he had no intentions of stopping for now.
He kept harassing Byakuya’s chest, playing with the skin, nipping, pinching, petting, but always missing the fulcrum points, no teasing the nipples and no going below the navel.
Byakuya got impatient and, for Renji’s utter surprise, started rocking his groin against the Fukutaichou’s knee in slow but steady movements, slight groans escaping his throat. Rocking back and forth, gently pressing himself to Renji’s leg, trying to attain pleasure.
In awe, Renji stopped all actions just to observe Byakuya’s motion, a sensual, arousing and extraordinary motion. He remained still for an eternity, bewildered, until Byakuya hoarsely pleaded:
“Renji! Do something!!!”
Like waking from a dream, Renji straightened all his body, receiving a harsh cry of loss, hurrying to the hakama’s hem, trying to loosen it and to obtain access to where he had never gone before; his hands trembling in anticipation, not able to undo the complex knots and ties.
In dire need, Byakuya grabbed Renji’s hand and pressed it over cloth to his aching member. Renji gasped in surprise and backed away.
Byakuya’s eyes flashed open, turning to face Renji, panting.
“Are you still playing me?” he groaned. “You’ve got me this way” He gestured towards his groin. “Now you fix it” He finished, lust in his voice and glare. He moved pass an embarrassing looking Renji, towards the sofa, grabbing his arm on the way.
Sitting on the couch, Byakuya tried to get his hakama open, fumbling with knots, his hands shaking; when he managed to do so, he still had his fundoshi to deal with, in exasperation he looked for Renji; he had knelt down beside the sofa, and simply watching Byakuya in bewilderment.
“A little help would be welcome.” The Taichou pointed, ironically.
Snapping out of the trance, Renji reached his hand to the loincloth and proceeded to undress Byakuya, who winced and squirmed every time his afflicted organ came in contacted with Renji, but somehow the Fukutaichou did not seem to be in any hurry. When finally the task was completed, Renji stopped yet again, to observe and admire the member, long and lean, a perfect fit to the Taichou; he blushed furiously when trying to picture it in him; his own penis twitching and responding to his thoughts.
“Do you plan to stare at me for long?” the, somewhat, amused voice, woke him from his reverie, looking up and into Byakuya’s eyes he smiled sheepishly, some of his old self returning unhurriedly.
“It’s beautiful! I could stare at it…” he left the phrase unfinished as in a demonstration eternity; his smile growing when all of Byakuya’s face and neck turned red. The black-haired man harrumphed and averted his eyes embarrassed.
Renji decided he had put things off for far too long, shedding all surprise and uneasiness, he moved forward, bent on giving Byakuya the best blow job of his life.
“NO!” Byakuya shouted; Renji startled with surprise.
“Not this way! Came here” Byakuya said offering his hand to Renji and pulling him up to the sofa, to his side.
“I want it this way” his hand darted out to Renji’s hakama, forcefully opening it, a crooked grin appearing on his face.
“You’re much more practical than I am. No fundoshi!”
“Not practical, I just like to let it all hang!” he replied chuckling.
Byakuya burst out laughing, his eyes covered in tears, a most unusual expression to his face; Renji stared in amazement.
“Hmm, I see! So if I do this you won’t be too pleased” he grabbed Renji’s penis and slowly started pumping it. The red-haired cringed and wined, his breath caught.
“I don’t think…arghh…I’ll have any problem with it,” he replied, while mimicking the Taichou’s movements and starting to slide his hand up and down Byakuya’s member.
They both worked each other thoroughly, using every trick known, not actually intended to see who would finish first, but aiming to provide as much pleasure as possible.
Sensing the climax lurking nearby, Renji braced himself for the waves of pleasure, trying not to discard the task at hand. Byakuya was set off first, his head thrown back, his eyes unfocused, a soft pleasure howl escaping; it was all Renji needed, he orgasmed to the cries of delight and accomplishment of the green tea flavored man. He beamed, confused and bewildered, as Byakuya leaned forward to press their heads together, slowly liking the fingers clean of his cum; a sharp pang hitting Renji.
“Thank you,” was all Byakuya said. Still heavy breathing, a contented smile tugging at his lips. He leaned forward to kiss Renji’s lips; his tongue darted into the Fukutaichou’s mouth. Renji responded fiercely. Closing his eyes, dreading that if he kept them opened, he would realize this was all a very strange dream.
A gentle knock on the door startled them apart; hurriedly getting up and fetching their scattered clothes. Another, more heavy, knock froze their movements.
“Did you lock the door?” Byakuya whispered worried.
“I don’t remember!” Came Renji’s troubled reply.
“Well, you should!” The Taichou retorted annoyed. “And hurry putting your clothes back on,” he sounded exasperated.
“No need to take out on me” Renji hissed back “It’s not like I was playing out on my own…”
“You…”
Another impatient knock and an eager voice from the other side: “Kuchiki-taichou? Kuchiki-taichou?”
Still fumbling with is clothes Kuchiki-taichou answered: “What is it? Did I not tell you to leave me be undisturbed?”
“Ah, yes Taichou! But there’s an urgent message! All Taichou’s and Fukutaichou’s are to present themselves at Main Headquarters.”
“I see, I’ll be on my way then.” He concluded, but the voice didn’t seem to give it a rest yet.
“Uhm…Kuchiki-taichou? Is Abarai-fukutaichou in there with you?” They faced each other, alarms sounding all around. After a deep breath he answered.
“Yes, he is!”
“Oh, good I don’t have to look any further. If you’ll excuse me then, Taichou.”
“Yes, you may leave” sounds could be heard, distancing down the corridor.
Renji sat back down on the sofa, his heart pounding heavily.
“That was close! I thought my heart was gonna jump right out of my chest.”
“Yes indeed” was all Byakuya added.
April2007©MarinLiliz
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