[Mistletoe Kisses] A Well Devised Plan
[Characters]: Abarai Renji and Kuchiki Byakuya.
[Summary]: Byakuya finally sets in motion his plan to get Renji under Mistletoe. But was it really his plan?
[Word Count]: 836
[Finished]: 11.January.2008
[Beta]: by the very talented and insightful
stace_s
[Warnings]: Spoilers for the Arrancar Arc.
[Notes]: I've reached the end of what was supposed to be a simple way of the stress-relieve from the holidays. It started out as crack, it evolved into fluff with a few weird chapters in the middle and some smutt, it ends with another cute and fluffy (I hope) chapter. So here's the long awaited ByaRen final. Enjoy!
«« Stolen| Missed Opportunity| Old Love| "A Room Full of Mistletoe, Wasted!"| Chantilly| What Could've Been| Best Served Cold| No One Else But Me| Under/Over Rated
»» You Can Kiss...(omake)
Disclaimer: Do not own Bleach and will not make a profit out of this fic. All characters©Kubo Tite
Byakuya woke the next day with his energy almost fully recovered. The plan he devised during the night was ready for execution. He went through his morning rituals with ease and determination, not bothered by the customary sour looks of the Kuchiki family members.
He got to his office early, quickly running his eyes over pending affairs and yesterday’s reports. All was swiftly dispatched; the only thing left was to add Renji’s part to the report of the previous day’s wanderings and clashes against the Arrancar in the Real World.
Byakuya was now free to dedicate himself to the plan. He called on Senbonzakura, explaining his plan and asking for permission, as well as advice, from the zanpakutou. It was mid-morning when he sensed Renji’s reiatsu approaching headquarters. The dark-haired man sensed his heart speeding as he made his way to the
door, just in time to catch Renji passing by.
“Would you step into my office, Abarai-fukutaichou?”
Renji eyed him, a suspicious look on his face at the formal words, but did not waver as he stepped into the office. “I was going to go finish my report and then hand it over to you, Taichou.”
“That is not what I have to discuss with you,” Byakuya informed, closing the office door. “The report can wait until later.”
They stood, studying each other for a long moment, before Byakuya spoke. “Although not always intentionally, I believe I’ve been avoiding you every time we’re near a mistletoe branch. And even if mislead by the idea of it being an absolute essential to good social conduct, I’ve pretty much kissed anyone else I found under it.
” He eyed Renji sternly. “So, with this in mind, I’ve decided to set the matter straight.” He held the hilt of Senbonzakura.
Renji stared at him, a panicked glint in his eyes. “Wait! I’m sure we can discuss this some more, Taichou.”
“I know what I have to do, Renji. There’s no need for further discussion.”
Renji gulped as Byakuya unsheathed his zanpakutou. “Scatter, Senbonzakura!”
Renji took two steps back apprehensively, his hand on Zabimaru's hilt. This release form of Senbonzakura, however, was completely unexpected. “Taichou?” he whispered mesmerized.
Instead of the deadly pink shimmer of flowing sakura petals that Renji was accustomed to seeing when his captain released his zanpakutou, continuously multiplying red, green and white specks of light illuminated the room as they circled around. The colorful specks moved to gather over their heads and took on the familiar form of Mistletoe!
Renji blinked once, then blinked again. At the third time, he managed to let out the air from his lungs in a noisy gasp. Blinking a fourth and fifth time, he groaned in disbelief. After his sixth blink, he dared to glimpse at Byakuya. “Taichou!?”
Byakuya moved closer to Renji and covered the gaping mouth with his own, tentatively pushing his tongue into the red-haired fukutaichou’s mouth, feeling the muscle come to life, contacting with his own. Warm, wet and rolling with his.
Eventually, they parted. Looking at Renji's tattooed face, Byakuya said, “that was for only kissing you on the cheek, the other day, at Ukitake’s party.”
He held Renji’s hand and pulled him under another branch; leaning closer he kissed the red-head again, this time harder, as if trying to bruise tender lips. “That one was for letting Ukitake, kiss me.”
He licked Renji’s lips and moved under another branch. This time long, savored kisses were planted all over the fukutaichou’s face and neck. “For kissing Urahara-dono, in his shop yesterday.”
Renji’s eyes looked down into Byakuya’s. “So you really were kissing him before we arrived.”
Byakuya simply nodded and had them under another hanging mistletoe, kissing the tattoos on Renji's forehead and neck. “This is for letting the Kurosaki boy, kiss me.”
Renji shivered as Byakuya guided them in a dance across the room, from mistletoe to mistletoe, failed opportunities redeemed.
Beneath another mistletoe branch, Byakuya nipped Renji’s ear, taking the soft lobe into his mouth, sucking; the skin tasted of green tea.
The red-head tried to reach the Taichou’s mouth but Byakuya didn’t let him, pushing them into the desk, pressing his body flush against Renji’s, grinding their hips together. Renji gasped.
“This is for letting Ichigo kiss you,” Byakuya whispered.
Renji chuckled, rolling his hips, pressing them into Byakuya’s. “Apparently he was right. His plan is working.”
“Oh, it was all a plan.” He thrust into Renji. “Devised by Kurosaki Ichigo.” Another thrust. “For me to kiss you.” He bit Renji’s lower lip, drawing blood.
Renji moaned and his tongue licked the bruised area, meeting Byakuya’s tongue doing the same. They groaned at the contact and pressed harder into each other. Renji twisted a leg around Byakuya’s calf, increasing the points of contact between the two. “I think I should let him kiss me more often,” he teased.
“I think not! I’ll kiss you regardless.” Byakuya countered.
“It seems a good deal, to me.” Renji conceded.
They moved, kissing under another mistletoe.
OWARI
January2008©MarinLiliz
Omake: You Can Kiss... (Byakuya/Zaraki) Another adventure of Renji and Byakuya under the mistletoe, this time involving Zaraki.
[Summary]: Byakuya finally sets in motion his plan to get Renji under Mistletoe. But was it really his plan?
[Word Count]: 836
[Finished]: 11.January.2008
[Beta]: by the very talented and insightful
stace_s
[Warnings]: Spoilers for the Arrancar Arc.
[Notes]: I've reached the end of what was supposed to be a simple way of the stress-relieve from the holidays. It started out as crack, it evolved into fluff with a few weird chapters in the middle and some smutt, it ends with another cute and fluffy (I hope) chapter. So here's the long awaited ByaRen final. Enjoy!
«« Stolen| Missed Opportunity| Old Love| "A Room Full of Mistletoe, Wasted!"| Chantilly| What Could've Been| Best Served Cold| No One Else But Me| Under/Over Rated
»» You Can Kiss...(omake)
Disclaimer: Do not own Bleach and will not make a profit out of this fic. All characters©Kubo Tite
Byakuya woke the next day with his energy almost fully recovered. The plan he devised during the night was ready for execution. He went through his morning rituals with ease and determination, not bothered by the customary sour looks of the Kuchiki family members.
He got to his office early, quickly running his eyes over pending affairs and yesterday’s reports. All was swiftly dispatched; the only thing left was to add Renji’s part to the report of the previous day’s wanderings and clashes against the Arrancar in the Real World.
Byakuya was now free to dedicate himself to the plan. He called on Senbonzakura, explaining his plan and asking for permission, as well as advice, from the zanpakutou. It was mid-morning when he sensed Renji’s reiatsu approaching headquarters. The dark-haired man sensed his heart speeding as he made his way to the
door, just in time to catch Renji passing by.
“Would you step into my office, Abarai-fukutaichou?”
Renji eyed him, a suspicious look on his face at the formal words, but did not waver as he stepped into the office. “I was going to go finish my report and then hand it over to you, Taichou.”
“That is not what I have to discuss with you,” Byakuya informed, closing the office door. “The report can wait until later.”
They stood, studying each other for a long moment, before Byakuya spoke. “Although not always intentionally, I believe I’ve been avoiding you every time we’re near a mistletoe branch. And even if mislead by the idea of it being an absolute essential to good social conduct, I’ve pretty much kissed anyone else I found under it.
” He eyed Renji sternly. “So, with this in mind, I’ve decided to set the matter straight.” He held the hilt of Senbonzakura.
Renji stared at him, a panicked glint in his eyes. “Wait! I’m sure we can discuss this some more, Taichou.”
“I know what I have to do, Renji. There’s no need for further discussion.”
Renji gulped as Byakuya unsheathed his zanpakutou. “Scatter, Senbonzakura!”
Renji took two steps back apprehensively, his hand on Zabimaru's hilt. This release form of Senbonzakura, however, was completely unexpected. “Taichou?” he whispered mesmerized.
Instead of the deadly pink shimmer of flowing sakura petals that Renji was accustomed to seeing when his captain released his zanpakutou, continuously multiplying red, green and white specks of light illuminated the room as they circled around. The colorful specks moved to gather over their heads and took on the familiar form of Mistletoe!
Renji blinked once, then blinked again. At the third time, he managed to let out the air from his lungs in a noisy gasp. Blinking a fourth and fifth time, he groaned in disbelief. After his sixth blink, he dared to glimpse at Byakuya. “Taichou!?”
Byakuya moved closer to Renji and covered the gaping mouth with his own, tentatively pushing his tongue into the red-haired fukutaichou’s mouth, feeling the muscle come to life, contacting with his own. Warm, wet and rolling with his.
Eventually, they parted. Looking at Renji's tattooed face, Byakuya said, “that was for only kissing you on the cheek, the other day, at Ukitake’s party.”
He held Renji’s hand and pulled him under another branch; leaning closer he kissed the red-head again, this time harder, as if trying to bruise tender lips. “That one was for letting Ukitake, kiss me.”
He licked Renji’s lips and moved under another branch. This time long, savored kisses were planted all over the fukutaichou’s face and neck. “For kissing Urahara-dono, in his shop yesterday.”
Renji’s eyes looked down into Byakuya’s. “So you really were kissing him before we arrived.”
Byakuya simply nodded and had them under another hanging mistletoe, kissing the tattoos on Renji's forehead and neck. “This is for letting the Kurosaki boy, kiss me.”
Renji shivered as Byakuya guided them in a dance across the room, from mistletoe to mistletoe, failed opportunities redeemed.
Beneath another mistletoe branch, Byakuya nipped Renji’s ear, taking the soft lobe into his mouth, sucking; the skin tasted of green tea.
The red-head tried to reach the Taichou’s mouth but Byakuya didn’t let him, pushing them into the desk, pressing his body flush against Renji’s, grinding their hips together. Renji gasped.
“This is for letting Ichigo kiss you,” Byakuya whispered.
Renji chuckled, rolling his hips, pressing them into Byakuya’s. “Apparently he was right. His plan is working.”
“Oh, it was all a plan.” He thrust into Renji. “Devised by Kurosaki Ichigo.” Another thrust. “For me to kiss you.” He bit Renji’s lower lip, drawing blood.
Renji moaned and his tongue licked the bruised area, meeting Byakuya’s tongue doing the same. They groaned at the contact and pressed harder into each other. Renji twisted a leg around Byakuya’s calf, increasing the points of contact between the two. “I think I should let him kiss me more often,” he teased.
“I think not! I’ll kiss you regardless.” Byakuya countered.
“It seems a good deal, to me.” Renji conceded.
They moved, kissing under another mistletoe.
OWARI
January2008©MarinLiliz
Omake: You Can Kiss... (Byakuya/Zaraki) Another adventure of Renji and Byakuya under the mistletoe, this time involving Zaraki.