Drawing & smut
So here I am, home from work because I feel like shite. My girlfriend brought this miserable stomach flu bug home and I've been gross since late Wednesday. I'm starting to feel a little bit better now though. While I was home I had thought to just write and then I got this terrible urge to draw but now that I want to draw I can't think of anything so I am asking for requests. *hopes*
In the meantime, since I only just realized I didn't post it over here, I give you some smut.
This was another of those bleachanonkink things that I just didn't cross post. Due to the crack-tastic lines in the Bleach Wii game we have I have started a sequel. As such I figured it'd be useful to post part 1. It turned out that sinian was the original requester for this so I hope she will enjoy the second part when I get it up as well.
Just Another Day at the Office
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Bleach
Characters/Pairings: Byakuya/Ichigo/Renji, Hitsugaya
Disclaimer: I don't own them, I just abuse them.
Summary: In the shelter of a willow tree Byakuya, Ichigo, and Renji take refuge from a summer rainstorm. Little do they know that they have an audience.
Hitsugaya leaned back against the trunk of the tree he currently resided in. He breathed deeply, enjoying the heavy scent of coming rain lingering on the summer air. The day had started out with bright tufts of cloud dotting a brilliant cerulean sky. As the morning progressed the sky had dimmed and the clouds had become more frequent. Now the air was thick with humidity and heat lightening flashed through the mostly overcast sky. It was a day when even the most diligent worker, which he surely considered himself to be, could not be pressed to keep focus for the sheer humidity. His fukutaichou had, of course, complained loudly about being forced to work in such conditions until he was finally frustrated enough to send her away. If he were honest with himself he had mostly wanted to give her leave for the rest of the day so he could get out of the cramped, almost claustrophobic, heat of the office himself.
It wasn't the heat that bothered him so much as the humidity. Heat he could easily overcome. He did have control over ice after all and what good would that be if he couldn't even cool the air around him to save himself the trouble of suffering the heat? No it was the humidity that caused the problems. People tended to look at him strangely when it began snowing around him, which it inevitably did on a day so humid as this. So he had retreated to a secluded spot in the forest surrounding Seireitei, lounging in the lower levels of a large willow. Large droplets sent ripples dancing across the surface of the pond. Thunder rumbled in the distance and a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as the rain finally began to fall.
The smile was short lived however as shouts interrupted the quiet rhythm of the gently falling rain. He glanced down as the branches swayed, surprised to see Kuchiki-Taichou stepping into the curtained shelter of the willow tree. More surprising than the 6th division captain’s presence was the rare smile that graced his features, however small it may have been. The dark haired man turned lifting the slender branches of the tree out of the way, watching in amusement as his companions raced through the rain. Hitsugaya shifted slightly on the branch he was seated on, careful not to alert the other man to his presence.
"Dammit, Renji!" The red-head laughed and dodged the orange-haired boy's grasp again. Ichigo reached out, hand closing around Renji's wrist but in the rain the red-head easily spun out of his grasp. Both men were shirtless, obviously having succumbed to the heat of the day, and now their bodies gleamed as they played in the rain. Ichigo would lunge for Renji, who would dodge out of the way, his own hands reaching out to touch the boy, mocking him by touch alone. Finally, with a snarl of frustration, the orange-haired boy latched on to the one thing Renji could not pull out of his grasp. He buried his hand under the base of the red-head's ponytail. Renji squawked indignantly as he was dragged forcibly against the younger man. The sheer momentum of their movements enough to send them sprawling, Ichigo retaining his grip on the other man as they fell. As soon as they hit the ground the orange-haired man rolled them so that he was straddling the red-head's waist. He leaned down, pressing his lips roughly against the other man's.
Hitsugaya couldn't stop the quiet noise of surprise he made, one hand immediately rising to cover his mouth. He glanced down at Byakuya, who still stood in the relatively dry area under the tree, a fond smile on his face as he watched the other two. Once he was assured that Byakuya had not heard him, he let his eyes wander back to the rain-soaked men. The two were locked in a heated kiss, Renji's hair now tangled around the other's hand. The red-head arched against his companion as Ichigo tugged harshly on the tangled crimson locks, drawing moans from the man beneath him. When they finally broke apart they were both breathing raggedly. Amber eyes met cinnamon, challenging the other with their arrogance. Ichigo's hand trailed over the tattooed shoulder, then down the muscled chest before settling over the red-head's nipple. He flicked it gently, smirking at the hitch in the other's breath, before twisting sharply. Renji gasped, arching up into the rough touch.
Ichigo looked up in surprise when the cool glide of Byakuya's reiatsu stroked down his back making him shiver. He could only guess the man had done the same to Renji from the groan it elicited. The orange-haired boy grinned, locking his gaze with the cool silver that surveyed them. He slowly stood, bringing the red-head with him, eyes never leaving Byakuya's face. The two stepped into the cocoon of quiet dryness that the curtains of willow branches created, both grinning mischievously at the dark-haired man.
"What's the matter, Byakuya? Feeling left out?" The younger man reached out, his smile softening when his hand delved into the onyx silk that was Byakuya's hair. He stroked his hand gently through the satin strands, leaning in for a light kiss. Byakuya quickly took control of the kiss, thrusting his tongue into the boy's mouth and relishing the taste of his moans.
It was all Hitsugaya could do not to fall out of the tree from sheer bewilderment. What were they playing at? They must know his hiding spot and have decided to play with his head. He paused in that thought. Kuchiki-Taichou was not the sort to play pranks. No, of course not. From the firm grasp the captain had on Ichigo’s waist as he backed the boy against the trunk of the tree this was no joke.
Hitsugaya took a deep breath, shaking his head slightly. He could contemplate the strangeness of the three being lovers for days, which he was sure he would. What he really needed to determine was whether or not he could sneak away without them noticing… or, if he were honest with himself, whether he really wanted to leave.
In the short moment he spent damning and thanking the thickness of the tree cover that prevented his escape he missed something important. When he nervously returned his attention to the scene unfolding below him Byakuya’s captain’s haori now lay spread over the damp grass. Hitsugaya could just imagine the nobleman making a derogatory comment about the other two rolling around in the grass like animals. The more intriguing part of this fact was that Byakuya still had, a considerably more flustered, Ichigo pressed against the tree. A dark bruise was forming on the boy’s throat, just above his collarbone, and red welts now decorated his chest from Byakuya’s nails.
Renji, then, must’ve relieved the man of his haori and laid it out. Hitsugaya’s brow furrowed slightly at the red-head’s tense position, standing quietly observing the other two. It seemed so out of character for the usually loud, somewhat abrasive, man. Before he had time to think too much on the fukutaichou’s uncharacteristic behavior Byakuya finally removed himself from Ichigo, leaving the boy breathless and dazed against the tree.
“Renji,” The nobleman’s voice was quiet but powerful. The single word a command that the other apparently understood. One hand reached up, relieving his hair of the tie that Ichigo had already loosened. Blood red flowed over his shoulders as his hair was released from its confines, thick damp tendrils clinging to his face and neck. His other hand busied itself at his waist as he shook out the tangles caused by the rain. Hitsugaya inhaled sharply when the tattooed man’s hakama fell to a pool at his feet. The man stepped away from the black fabric onto the makeshift blanket of Byakuya’s haori. In a motion that was more graceful than Hitsugaya would’ve thought him capable of he sank to his knees, wrists crossed behind his back, head bowed. The pose was utterly submissive as he offered up complete control to the other two.
Hitsugaya suddenly found it difficult to breathe. Renji’s reiatsu danced unchecked in the air around them, the warmth of it pressing over Hitsugaya’s skin in a way he didn’t know was possible. He gasped at the sensation, knowing that if he were to force Renji’s reiatsu away from him he would immediately alert the others to his presence. The scene he was witnessing was far too intriguing to stop so soon. He told himself it was just his curiosity, that he was not enjoying himself.
Byakuya stepped up to the kneeling man, circling around him. Renji shivered ever so faintly at the other man’s close proximity, but otherwise remained still. A slender hand reached out, grasping the tattooed man’s chin and forcing his head up. With one elegant motion he swept the falls of scarlet hair to the side, leaning down just enough to block Hitsugaya’s view of what he was doing. Just as suddenly as it had come the drowning heat of Renji’s reiatsu vanished, leaving Hitsugaya breathless with the sudden lack of sensation. Not even the faint controlled warmth that usually accompanied the red-head remained. When the nobleman stepped away teal eyes widened with surprise. He had no idea how they had gotten their hands on one but a length of bright red leather now encircled the tanned throat of the kneeling man. Reiatsu suppressing devices were supposed to be heavily regulated but then, Hitsugaya mused, Byakuya was a captain after all.
The white haired man shivered slightly, still trying to adjust to the sudden coolness of the air around him. He wondered at the not-entirely-pleasant feeling of his own clothing, as if his skin was over-sensitized from unshielded exposure to the intensity of Renji’s reiatsu even for those few moments. Looking down at his hands he realized that his skin was flushed. He felt so warm, as if Renji’s heat had soaked into him and now in the heavy summer air he could not even cool himself without revealing himself. After a moment’s debate he readjusted himself on the branch, shrugging out of his captain’s haori as well as his black shihakusho. He sighed happily as the faint breeze from the summer storm soothed his over-heated skin.
Below him Ichigo was shuddering for similar reasons. The orange-haired boy came to stand behind Byakuya, looking down at Renji over the nobleman’s shoulder. His hands slid around the other man’s waist, pulling at his shihakusho and baring the pale chest beneath to the summer air.
“Ichigo, if you would?” The words were questioning but the tone demanding. Byakuya shivered slightly when the boy dropped gentle kisses to his neck before whispering in his ear.
“Gladly.” Suddenly the air was alight with the almost electric tingle of Ichigo’s reiatsu. The other men gasped, Byakuya’s lips quirking up in a faint smile at the familiar feel of being enveloped completely in the heat of it. Hitsugaya fought not to squirm. He had thought Renji’s reiatsu had been powerful but it was nothing more than a gentle breeze compared to this… this nearly suffocating heat. It was sharp almost to the point of being painful. Hitsugaya was reminded of what static shock felt like but this was a thousand times more intense. If possible that power flared hotter against them before settling at a bearable level that was more firmly this side of pleasurable.
After the initial gasp Byakuya had merely stood within a circle of his own reiatsu. Renji was breathing rather heavily, every muscle in his body taut with the effort of remaining still, of not allowing himself to simply writhe wantonly at the feel of Ichigo’s reiatsu flooding over him. His tanned skin which had before shone faintly with the remaining rainwater was now coated in a fine layer of sweat that had nothing to do with the heat of the day.
Above them Hitsugaya tried desperately to calm his own panting breaths lest he attract their attention. The blood rushed in his ears, each breath leaving him slightly light-headed. Every nerve-ending tingled with Ichigo’s reiatsu still heavy in the air. His entire body seemed to throb with each beat of his heart, which was only now resuming a somewhat normal pace. How had he never realized the potential of reiatsu in sex? Granted he hadn’t exactly had much, any, opportunity to experiment but still. This was quite probably (who was he kidding, of course it was) the most erotic thing he had ever been witness to, and he had stumbled upon a fair few of Matsumoto’s exploits.
“Renji, look at me,” Byakuya commanded drawing Hitsugaya’s dazed eyes back to the men below. The red-head lifted his head, amber eyes dilated and glazed with lust. Hitsugaya groaned softly, devouring the man with his eyes. The youngest captain had had very few dealings of a romantic nature in the past, refusing to allow such things to interfere with his work. It had never bothered him, he had never really found anyone that elicited any great want on his part. But from his vantage point, staring down at the trio below, he found that the mere sight of the bound submissive man was enough to send heat pooling at his groin. The prominent evidence of Renji’s enjoyment of the submission only strengthening his desire. For the first time since he had determined his escape impossible Hitsugaya began to wonder just what affects this was going to have on his own mental well-being.
A low moan drifted up to his ears and Hitsugaya wondered at just what would draw such a reaction from Renji. To the casual observer there would be absolutely no reason for the red head to succumb to the urge to be vocal now of all times. However, the slight sway of his hair, despite the stillness of his body, and the faintest hint of red rising on his skin told another story. Hitsugaya desperately hoped he could concentrate enough through the haze of Ichigo’s reiatsu to not be detected. Ever so faintly he could sense the very precise motion of Byakuya’s cool, smooth-as-satin reiatsu… trailing through the fire of Ichigo’s reiatsu that heated Renji’s skin. The stark contrast would be enough to draw moans from even the most disciplined.
Byakuya’s eyes narrowed and Renji cried out sharply, biting down on his own lip to choke off the sound. A thin red welt raised on his chest, as though he had been whipped but he had not been touched except by the controlled pressure of the nobleman’s reiatsu. Slowly, and Hitsugaya was certain Byakuya was teasing the man, more welts swelled on the tattooed skin. Within a matter of minutes Renji was moaning and mumbling incoherently, his body trembling with the effort not to move. Hitsugaya had been so focused on the man’s moans, the heated marks on Renji’s flesh, and the beauty of his trembling body, erection jutting proudly from between tattooed hips, that he had completely lost track of Ichigo. The boy now stepped in front of Renji, having shed his own clothing at some point.
“Renji,” Amber eyes blinked, forcibly focusing on the man before him. His already heated gaze becoming more desperately wanting when he saw Ichigo’s body so close. Golden eyes traveled down to stare longingly at the boy’s thick length mere inches from his face. The tattooed man wavered ever so slightly, leaning forward, obviously intending to take Ichigo into his mouth.
“Renji.” Byakuya’s voice was as calm and controlled as his reiatsu, stern in its scolding. The red head winced at the particularly sharp lash of reiatsu that accompanied the command. He looked pleadingly up into Ichigo’s face, a small whine issuing from his throat. The boy merely smirked, his reiatsu flaring hotly over Renji’s wounds as he took himself in his hand. Renji’s gaze wavered torn between keeping the intense stare with Ichigo and his own desire to watch the boy’s hand work over the magnificent length of his cock. In the end it was no contest, watching the rhythmic strategic movements of Ichigo’s hand bringing a keening whimper from the red head.
Hitsugaya shifted carefully on the tree branch, settling himself against the trunk of the tree and willing himself to ignore the ever increasing discomfort of his own hakama. Part of him wanted nothing more than to drop out of the tree and give Renji precisely what he wanted, a hard cock to suck on. He groaned at the thought of those enticing sounds muffled by shoving his own erection into the red heads throat, burying his hands in the satiny tresses.
“Oh gods…” He murmured to himself, closing his eyes to try to calm himself but Renji’s moans had become louder which did nothing to help his composure. Ichigo had slammed his other hand into Renji’s hair, still not allowing the red head the privilege of sucking him but tilting his head back. Renji’s eyes slid closed as his mouth fell open an incessant string of delicious sounds issuing from his parted lips. Ichigo groaned lowly, muttering what Hitsugaya thought may have been Byakuya’s name.
“Now, Renji,” As Byakuya uttered the command his reiatsu flared, battling against the uncontrolled flood of Ichigo’s reiatsu. The boy moaned as he spilled himself over his hand and onto Renji’s face, thick strands of cum clinging haphazardly to other man. In that same moment Renji cried out, his own orgasm almost enough to make him collapse against Ichigo’s grip as he coated his stomach and chest in his own seed.
The sight of the two and the sudden almost violent assault of reiatsu in the air brought a barely stifled cry from the young man watching from above.
Ichigo chuckled as he dropped to his knees, hands sliding to Renji’s shoulders to steady the other man. The touch of the teen’s hands was enough to bring a groan from Renji, his skin felt like it was on fire from all the competing sensations. Even the smallest of touches were enough to make him shudder with pleasure. When Ichigo ducked his head, reaching out with his tongue to lap at the rapidly cooling cum on the tattooed chest before him Renji moaned again, the sound echoed by Hitsugaya, though the latter was trying very hard to be quiet. The taller man wavered in Ichigo’s grip, his muscles which had been drawn so taut before, were now barely able to keep him upright. Despite his best efforts to fall over the teen kept Renji on his knees as he slowly cleaned his chest and face of the evidence of their escapades.
Ichigo stood, finally allowing the red-head to collapse onto the haori. The teen shot Byakuya a sultry smile that would’ve made a lesser man squirm. Byakuya stepped forward, sealing his mouth over Ichigo’s. Hitsugaya lifted his hand, sinking his teeth into his own wrist in an attempt to stifle any further sounds when he saw the gleaming trail of saliva and semen that trickled from the side of the nobleman’s mouth. The young man moaned against his wrist, suppressing the urge to forcefully break their kiss and plunder Ichigo’s mouth himself, knowing he’d find the remnants of Renji’s pleasure as well as the teen’s on his tongue. He released his wrist before he broke the skin, breath coming hard. These three would be the death of him. When they finally broke apart Ichigo caught up the excess that had escaped Byakuya’s mouth with his tongue, making small pleased noises in the back of his throat.
“I think you’re overdressed, taichou.” Ichigo smirked, the honorific oozing with sarcasm. Byakuya merely raised an eyebrow at the teen, waving him dismissively in the direction of the other man. For a moment Ichigo looked like he was going to argue but then thought better of it, lowering himself onto the haori with Renji. Their hands immediately sought out the most sensitive places of each others bodies. Callused hands stroked surprisingly gently over one another, Ichigo dipped his head, nibbling lightly on Renji’s neck for a moment. The taller man retaliated with a harsh scratch of short nails against a defined hip bone. Ichigo gasped, pulling away from Renji’s neck and arching slightly.
Even as they caressed one another their eyes remained on the tall form of the captain. The pale blue length of silk was unwound from his neck, floating softly onto the grass. With a gentle shrug of pale shoulders the shirt that Ichigo had already loosened pooled behind him. He reached above him, his slender arms arched gracefully as he removed his hair clips. The satiny strands shifted to frame his face, making him seem far more delicate than Hitsugaya knew him to be. Finally with a tiny smirk pulling at his lips he released the tie on his hakama, stepping out of the pool of fabric before it had even finished settling.
Byaluya stood on the edge of his haori, eyes roaming possessively over the two redheads that occupied it. Ichigo rose to his knees, reaching out to grip the nobleman’s hips. The teen settled his mouth over Byakuya’s hip, nibbling gently at first but gradually getting harsher. The dark-haired man moaned, his head falling back as one hand twisted into the teen’s hair. His other hand reached out, silently beckoning Renji to him. The tattooed man knelt beside Ichigo, his hand habitually settling at the small of his back. Renji’s tongue ghosted lightly over Byakuya’s length, drawing a gasp from the man before he bit down roughly on his other hip. The hand that threaded into Renji’s hair was rough, almost violent, a punishment for stealing tastes of things he was not allowed without express permission, a punishment which he bore happily.
It wasn’t until Renji could taste the faint hint of blood on his tongue that he finally pulled away, pressing ever so lightly against Ichigo as he did. Ichigo sank his teeth harder into Byakuya’s flesh, blood flowing freely into his mouth and drawing a loud moan from the nobleman. A sharp tug on his hair broke Ichigo’s grip on the other man. He smirked up at Byakuya, blood painting his lips like some wanton whore. Renji’s hand fell to Ichigo’s shoulder, turning the teen slightly so he faced the other redhead. Ichigo acquiesced the silent request, pulling Renji to him and kissing him fiercely. Ichigo leaned back slowly, making Renji follow him to keep the kiss going, which the tattooed man wouldn’t break for all the world from the small whimpering sounds he was making in his throat. The taller man crawled over Ichigo until he was straddling the teen’s hips, his hands cradling Ichigo’s face as he plundered his mouth.
Byakuya fell fluidly to his knees, pale hands dancing over the tattooed flesh of Renji’s back. He slid his hands downward, one hand squeezing Renji’s firm, muscled ass while the other he brought up to his own lips. Byakuya drew two fingers into his mouth, thoroughly coating them with saliva before teasing the wet digits between Renji’s cheeks. They slid in easily, the man being accustomed to far larger intruders but that did not stop the gasp that forced him to finally break the kiss with Ichigo.
Hitsugaya groaned lowly, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth again. His hands clenched in the loose fabric over his thighs and he squeezed his eyes shut. His body thrummed with need but he refused to give in. He would not act any more disgracefully than he already had. He was a captain, he was supposed to be an upstanding member of soul society, a role model. It was bad enough he had allowed himself to stay this long, to watch the trio’s intimacy. He would not succumb to the painful ache that pressed so insistently against the front of his hakama.
A sharp cry made him jump, eyes snapping open and returning to the scene below. Renji had shifted down Ichigo’s body, his forehead now resting against the teen’s stomach. The sound had come from Ichigo who was now arching against Renji’s fingers buried in his ass just as Renji arched against Byakuya. The nobleman leaned down, dragging his tongue in lazy patterns over Renji’s back, causing the redhead to shudder. Byakuya withdrew his fingers from Renji, causing the man to groan.
He couldn’t bear it anymore. Hitsugaya pulled the ties on his hakama, wriggling the material down his thighs. He tried to tell himself that it was just to prevent the damp spot of precome from becoming any larger. He gasped when the cool air brushed over his exposed member, making the throb even more pronounced.
Byakuya removed himself from the other two as he retrieved a small bottle from the pile of his clothing. Ichigo slung a leg over Renji’s hip, deftly flipping them so that he pinned the taller man to the ground. Renji’s eyes went out of focus slightly at the rough treatment, a small whimper escaping him. Byakuya poured a liberal amount of the liquid onto his hand, reaching around to stroke Ichigo’s cock lightly, just enough to spread the oil. Renji spread his legs, drawing his knees up and arching his hips just so. Byakuya released the teen, allowing him to sink into Renji’s heat. Renji moaned, immediately bringing his legs up around Ichigo’s waist, crossing his ankles at the small of the other man’s back. Hitsugaya was certain that the way Renji’s back arched must’ve been uncomfortable but the man was determined to steal a kiss from Ichigo, regardless of any discomfort from the height difference.
Their tongues battled for dominance even as Byakuya positioned himself at Ichigo’s entrance. The teen broke the kiss, crying out when Byakuya pressed into him, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth motion. The nobleman groaned, gritting his teeth slightly as Ichigo’s tightness threatened his composure.
While Byakuya successfully fought the need to carelessly pound into the willing body beneath him Hitsugaya finally lost his ongoing battle. Pride and morals were tossed to the wind as the young man surrendered to the rampant lust coursing through his body. He ran his hand over the head of his cock, smearing his palm with precome before sliding his hand down the shaft. He bit his lip again, stifling his moans as he surrendered to the delicious friction he’d been denying himself.
Byakuya pulled back, driving hard into Ichigo, slamming the teen deeper into Renji. Both redheads moaned as Byakuya set a harsh pace. Ichigo quickly dissolved into a quivering mass, leaning heavily on Renji. With each thrust Byakuya pressed the teen tightly against Renji, punctuating the tight heat engulfing his cock with a flash of stars dancing over his vision when Byakuya pressed against his prostate. The nobleman gripped Ichigo’s hips, guiding the teen’s thrusts into Renji while ensuring each stroke was perfectly aligned. Byakuya’s quiet moans were nearly drowned out by the considerably more vocal redheads.
Above them Hitsugaya let his hand fall into the same forceful rhythm Byakuya had started. His shallow breaths coming harshly as he fought to postpone the inevitable. It wouldn’t do to have spent all this time angsting over what he was witnessing only to miss the grand finale because he was lost in his own pleasure.
Ichigo shifted ever so slightly, one hand coming to encircle Renji’s cock, the other scrambling at the taller man’s neck. Byakuya and Hitsugaya both realized what Ichigo was doing a second before they were drowning in liquid heat. The reiatsu suppressing collar Renji had been wearing fell away, a completely uncontrolled wave of raw power flooding over them. Ichigo’s hand on his cock enough to bring him, a strangled curse catching in his throat. A cry that was echoed by Ichigo as the teen slammed into Renji, losing the fragile check he’d held on his own reiatsu. If Ichigo clenching tighter around him hadn’t been enough to tip Byakuya over the edge, the combined forces of Renji and Ichigo’s reiatsu swirling around him, scalding in their heat and intensity certainly was.
The nobleman’s reiatsu spiked as he came forcefully, slamming into Ichigo and gripping the teens hips with bruising strength. For one terrifying moment black danced over Hitsugaya’s vision and he thought he would pass out from the sheer intensity of the reiatsu choking the air and the powerful orgasm that gripped him. Had he been able to breathe enough to do so he would have screamed, as it was he could not seem to get enough air. He leaned back against the tree panting hard and willing his eyes to focus on the puddle of flesh that used to be Byakuya, Ichigo, and Renji. The three had collapsed into a tangle of limbs, all too dazed to realize that none of them could breathe properly, never mind the repercussions of remaining in such awkward positions for any amount of time.
In a moment of desperation regardless of his own near inability to breathe Hitsugaya scrambled to gather his clothing. The young captain used a few well placed shunpo and escaped ere he either be found or worse yet, be trapped watching long drawn out afterglow cuddles.
It was some hours later when he returned to the 10th Division office, determined to get some work done and distract his traitorous mind from the events he had witnessed earlier in the day. He was quite surprised to find a folded slip of paper resting on the center of his desk, his name scrawled across the front in handwritten he recognized as belonging to the 6th Division fukutaichou. Hitsugaya cursed the blush he felt spreading over his cheeks as he glanced around, though he knew no one else was there. If he couldn’t even handle seeing something one of them wrote without blushing how on earth was he going to face Kuchiki-taichou at the next meeting? He snatched up the note, berating himself for being so foolish. That is until he read the words written inside and felt his face heat even further.
Join us next time, ne?
In the meantime, since I only just realized I didn't post it over here, I give you some smut.
This was another of those bleachanonkink things that I just didn't cross post. Due to the crack-tastic lines in the Bleach Wii game we have I have started a sequel. As such I figured it'd be useful to post part 1. It turned out that sinian was the original requester for this so I hope she will enjoy the second part when I get it up as well.
Just Another Day at the Office
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Bleach
Characters/Pairings: Byakuya/Ichigo/Renji, Hitsugaya
Disclaimer: I don't own them, I just abuse them.
Summary: In the shelter of a willow tree Byakuya, Ichigo, and Renji take refuge from a summer rainstorm. Little do they know that they have an audience.
Hitsugaya leaned back against the trunk of the tree he currently resided in. He breathed deeply, enjoying the heavy scent of coming rain lingering on the summer air. The day had started out with bright tufts of cloud dotting a brilliant cerulean sky. As the morning progressed the sky had dimmed and the clouds had become more frequent. Now the air was thick with humidity and heat lightening flashed through the mostly overcast sky. It was a day when even the most diligent worker, which he surely considered himself to be, could not be pressed to keep focus for the sheer humidity. His fukutaichou had, of course, complained loudly about being forced to work in such conditions until he was finally frustrated enough to send her away. If he were honest with himself he had mostly wanted to give her leave for the rest of the day so he could get out of the cramped, almost claustrophobic, heat of the office himself.
It wasn't the heat that bothered him so much as the humidity. Heat he could easily overcome. He did have control over ice after all and what good would that be if he couldn't even cool the air around him to save himself the trouble of suffering the heat? No it was the humidity that caused the problems. People tended to look at him strangely when it began snowing around him, which it inevitably did on a day so humid as this. So he had retreated to a secluded spot in the forest surrounding Seireitei, lounging in the lower levels of a large willow. Large droplets sent ripples dancing across the surface of the pond. Thunder rumbled in the distance and a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as the rain finally began to fall.
The smile was short lived however as shouts interrupted the quiet rhythm of the gently falling rain. He glanced down as the branches swayed, surprised to see Kuchiki-Taichou stepping into the curtained shelter of the willow tree. More surprising than the 6th division captain’s presence was the rare smile that graced his features, however small it may have been. The dark haired man turned lifting the slender branches of the tree out of the way, watching in amusement as his companions raced through the rain. Hitsugaya shifted slightly on the branch he was seated on, careful not to alert the other man to his presence.
"Dammit, Renji!" The red-head laughed and dodged the orange-haired boy's grasp again. Ichigo reached out, hand closing around Renji's wrist but in the rain the red-head easily spun out of his grasp. Both men were shirtless, obviously having succumbed to the heat of the day, and now their bodies gleamed as they played in the rain. Ichigo would lunge for Renji, who would dodge out of the way, his own hands reaching out to touch the boy, mocking him by touch alone. Finally, with a snarl of frustration, the orange-haired boy latched on to the one thing Renji could not pull out of his grasp. He buried his hand under the base of the red-head's ponytail. Renji squawked indignantly as he was dragged forcibly against the younger man. The sheer momentum of their movements enough to send them sprawling, Ichigo retaining his grip on the other man as they fell. As soon as they hit the ground the orange-haired man rolled them so that he was straddling the red-head's waist. He leaned down, pressing his lips roughly against the other man's.
Hitsugaya couldn't stop the quiet noise of surprise he made, one hand immediately rising to cover his mouth. He glanced down at Byakuya, who still stood in the relatively dry area under the tree, a fond smile on his face as he watched the other two. Once he was assured that Byakuya had not heard him, he let his eyes wander back to the rain-soaked men. The two were locked in a heated kiss, Renji's hair now tangled around the other's hand. The red-head arched against his companion as Ichigo tugged harshly on the tangled crimson locks, drawing moans from the man beneath him. When they finally broke apart they were both breathing raggedly. Amber eyes met cinnamon, challenging the other with their arrogance. Ichigo's hand trailed over the tattooed shoulder, then down the muscled chest before settling over the red-head's nipple. He flicked it gently, smirking at the hitch in the other's breath, before twisting sharply. Renji gasped, arching up into the rough touch.
Ichigo looked up in surprise when the cool glide of Byakuya's reiatsu stroked down his back making him shiver. He could only guess the man had done the same to Renji from the groan it elicited. The orange-haired boy grinned, locking his gaze with the cool silver that surveyed them. He slowly stood, bringing the red-head with him, eyes never leaving Byakuya's face. The two stepped into the cocoon of quiet dryness that the curtains of willow branches created, both grinning mischievously at the dark-haired man.
"What's the matter, Byakuya? Feeling left out?" The younger man reached out, his smile softening when his hand delved into the onyx silk that was Byakuya's hair. He stroked his hand gently through the satin strands, leaning in for a light kiss. Byakuya quickly took control of the kiss, thrusting his tongue into the boy's mouth and relishing the taste of his moans.
It was all Hitsugaya could do not to fall out of the tree from sheer bewilderment. What were they playing at? They must know his hiding spot and have decided to play with his head. He paused in that thought. Kuchiki-Taichou was not the sort to play pranks. No, of course not. From the firm grasp the captain had on Ichigo’s waist as he backed the boy against the trunk of the tree this was no joke.
Hitsugaya took a deep breath, shaking his head slightly. He could contemplate the strangeness of the three being lovers for days, which he was sure he would. What he really needed to determine was whether or not he could sneak away without them noticing… or, if he were honest with himself, whether he really wanted to leave.
In the short moment he spent damning and thanking the thickness of the tree cover that prevented his escape he missed something important. When he nervously returned his attention to the scene unfolding below him Byakuya’s captain’s haori now lay spread over the damp grass. Hitsugaya could just imagine the nobleman making a derogatory comment about the other two rolling around in the grass like animals. The more intriguing part of this fact was that Byakuya still had, a considerably more flustered, Ichigo pressed against the tree. A dark bruise was forming on the boy’s throat, just above his collarbone, and red welts now decorated his chest from Byakuya’s nails.
Renji, then, must’ve relieved the man of his haori and laid it out. Hitsugaya’s brow furrowed slightly at the red-head’s tense position, standing quietly observing the other two. It seemed so out of character for the usually loud, somewhat abrasive, man. Before he had time to think too much on the fukutaichou’s uncharacteristic behavior Byakuya finally removed himself from Ichigo, leaving the boy breathless and dazed against the tree.
“Renji,” The nobleman’s voice was quiet but powerful. The single word a command that the other apparently understood. One hand reached up, relieving his hair of the tie that Ichigo had already loosened. Blood red flowed over his shoulders as his hair was released from its confines, thick damp tendrils clinging to his face and neck. His other hand busied itself at his waist as he shook out the tangles caused by the rain. Hitsugaya inhaled sharply when the tattooed man’s hakama fell to a pool at his feet. The man stepped away from the black fabric onto the makeshift blanket of Byakuya’s haori. In a motion that was more graceful than Hitsugaya would’ve thought him capable of he sank to his knees, wrists crossed behind his back, head bowed. The pose was utterly submissive as he offered up complete control to the other two.
Hitsugaya suddenly found it difficult to breathe. Renji’s reiatsu danced unchecked in the air around them, the warmth of it pressing over Hitsugaya’s skin in a way he didn’t know was possible. He gasped at the sensation, knowing that if he were to force Renji’s reiatsu away from him he would immediately alert the others to his presence. The scene he was witnessing was far too intriguing to stop so soon. He told himself it was just his curiosity, that he was not enjoying himself.
Byakuya stepped up to the kneeling man, circling around him. Renji shivered ever so faintly at the other man’s close proximity, but otherwise remained still. A slender hand reached out, grasping the tattooed man’s chin and forcing his head up. With one elegant motion he swept the falls of scarlet hair to the side, leaning down just enough to block Hitsugaya’s view of what he was doing. Just as suddenly as it had come the drowning heat of Renji’s reiatsu vanished, leaving Hitsugaya breathless with the sudden lack of sensation. Not even the faint controlled warmth that usually accompanied the red-head remained. When the nobleman stepped away teal eyes widened with surprise. He had no idea how they had gotten their hands on one but a length of bright red leather now encircled the tanned throat of the kneeling man. Reiatsu suppressing devices were supposed to be heavily regulated but then, Hitsugaya mused, Byakuya was a captain after all.
The white haired man shivered slightly, still trying to adjust to the sudden coolness of the air around him. He wondered at the not-entirely-pleasant feeling of his own clothing, as if his skin was over-sensitized from unshielded exposure to the intensity of Renji’s reiatsu even for those few moments. Looking down at his hands he realized that his skin was flushed. He felt so warm, as if Renji’s heat had soaked into him and now in the heavy summer air he could not even cool himself without revealing himself. After a moment’s debate he readjusted himself on the branch, shrugging out of his captain’s haori as well as his black shihakusho. He sighed happily as the faint breeze from the summer storm soothed his over-heated skin.
Below him Ichigo was shuddering for similar reasons. The orange-haired boy came to stand behind Byakuya, looking down at Renji over the nobleman’s shoulder. His hands slid around the other man’s waist, pulling at his shihakusho and baring the pale chest beneath to the summer air.
“Ichigo, if you would?” The words were questioning but the tone demanding. Byakuya shivered slightly when the boy dropped gentle kisses to his neck before whispering in his ear.
“Gladly.” Suddenly the air was alight with the almost electric tingle of Ichigo’s reiatsu. The other men gasped, Byakuya’s lips quirking up in a faint smile at the familiar feel of being enveloped completely in the heat of it. Hitsugaya fought not to squirm. He had thought Renji’s reiatsu had been powerful but it was nothing more than a gentle breeze compared to this… this nearly suffocating heat. It was sharp almost to the point of being painful. Hitsugaya was reminded of what static shock felt like but this was a thousand times more intense. If possible that power flared hotter against them before settling at a bearable level that was more firmly this side of pleasurable.
After the initial gasp Byakuya had merely stood within a circle of his own reiatsu. Renji was breathing rather heavily, every muscle in his body taut with the effort of remaining still, of not allowing himself to simply writhe wantonly at the feel of Ichigo’s reiatsu flooding over him. His tanned skin which had before shone faintly with the remaining rainwater was now coated in a fine layer of sweat that had nothing to do with the heat of the day.
Above them Hitsugaya tried desperately to calm his own panting breaths lest he attract their attention. The blood rushed in his ears, each breath leaving him slightly light-headed. Every nerve-ending tingled with Ichigo’s reiatsu still heavy in the air. His entire body seemed to throb with each beat of his heart, which was only now resuming a somewhat normal pace. How had he never realized the potential of reiatsu in sex? Granted he hadn’t exactly had much, any, opportunity to experiment but still. This was quite probably (who was he kidding, of course it was) the most erotic thing he had ever been witness to, and he had stumbled upon a fair few of Matsumoto’s exploits.
“Renji, look at me,” Byakuya commanded drawing Hitsugaya’s dazed eyes back to the men below. The red-head lifted his head, amber eyes dilated and glazed with lust. Hitsugaya groaned softly, devouring the man with his eyes. The youngest captain had had very few dealings of a romantic nature in the past, refusing to allow such things to interfere with his work. It had never bothered him, he had never really found anyone that elicited any great want on his part. But from his vantage point, staring down at the trio below, he found that the mere sight of the bound submissive man was enough to send heat pooling at his groin. The prominent evidence of Renji’s enjoyment of the submission only strengthening his desire. For the first time since he had determined his escape impossible Hitsugaya began to wonder just what affects this was going to have on his own mental well-being.
A low moan drifted up to his ears and Hitsugaya wondered at just what would draw such a reaction from Renji. To the casual observer there would be absolutely no reason for the red head to succumb to the urge to be vocal now of all times. However, the slight sway of his hair, despite the stillness of his body, and the faintest hint of red rising on his skin told another story. Hitsugaya desperately hoped he could concentrate enough through the haze of Ichigo’s reiatsu to not be detected. Ever so faintly he could sense the very precise motion of Byakuya’s cool, smooth-as-satin reiatsu… trailing through the fire of Ichigo’s reiatsu that heated Renji’s skin. The stark contrast would be enough to draw moans from even the most disciplined.
Byakuya’s eyes narrowed and Renji cried out sharply, biting down on his own lip to choke off the sound. A thin red welt raised on his chest, as though he had been whipped but he had not been touched except by the controlled pressure of the nobleman’s reiatsu. Slowly, and Hitsugaya was certain Byakuya was teasing the man, more welts swelled on the tattooed skin. Within a matter of minutes Renji was moaning and mumbling incoherently, his body trembling with the effort not to move. Hitsugaya had been so focused on the man’s moans, the heated marks on Renji’s flesh, and the beauty of his trembling body, erection jutting proudly from between tattooed hips, that he had completely lost track of Ichigo. The boy now stepped in front of Renji, having shed his own clothing at some point.
“Renji,” Amber eyes blinked, forcibly focusing on the man before him. His already heated gaze becoming more desperately wanting when he saw Ichigo’s body so close. Golden eyes traveled down to stare longingly at the boy’s thick length mere inches from his face. The tattooed man wavered ever so slightly, leaning forward, obviously intending to take Ichigo into his mouth.
“Renji.” Byakuya’s voice was as calm and controlled as his reiatsu, stern in its scolding. The red head winced at the particularly sharp lash of reiatsu that accompanied the command. He looked pleadingly up into Ichigo’s face, a small whine issuing from his throat. The boy merely smirked, his reiatsu flaring hotly over Renji’s wounds as he took himself in his hand. Renji’s gaze wavered torn between keeping the intense stare with Ichigo and his own desire to watch the boy’s hand work over the magnificent length of his cock. In the end it was no contest, watching the rhythmic strategic movements of Ichigo’s hand bringing a keening whimper from the red head.
Hitsugaya shifted carefully on the tree branch, settling himself against the trunk of the tree and willing himself to ignore the ever increasing discomfort of his own hakama. Part of him wanted nothing more than to drop out of the tree and give Renji precisely what he wanted, a hard cock to suck on. He groaned at the thought of those enticing sounds muffled by shoving his own erection into the red heads throat, burying his hands in the satiny tresses.
“Oh gods…” He murmured to himself, closing his eyes to try to calm himself but Renji’s moans had become louder which did nothing to help his composure. Ichigo had slammed his other hand into Renji’s hair, still not allowing the red head the privilege of sucking him but tilting his head back. Renji’s eyes slid closed as his mouth fell open an incessant string of delicious sounds issuing from his parted lips. Ichigo groaned lowly, muttering what Hitsugaya thought may have been Byakuya’s name.
“Now, Renji,” As Byakuya uttered the command his reiatsu flared, battling against the uncontrolled flood of Ichigo’s reiatsu. The boy moaned as he spilled himself over his hand and onto Renji’s face, thick strands of cum clinging haphazardly to other man. In that same moment Renji cried out, his own orgasm almost enough to make him collapse against Ichigo’s grip as he coated his stomach and chest in his own seed.
The sight of the two and the sudden almost violent assault of reiatsu in the air brought a barely stifled cry from the young man watching from above.
Ichigo chuckled as he dropped to his knees, hands sliding to Renji’s shoulders to steady the other man. The touch of the teen’s hands was enough to bring a groan from Renji, his skin felt like it was on fire from all the competing sensations. Even the smallest of touches were enough to make him shudder with pleasure. When Ichigo ducked his head, reaching out with his tongue to lap at the rapidly cooling cum on the tattooed chest before him Renji moaned again, the sound echoed by Hitsugaya, though the latter was trying very hard to be quiet. The taller man wavered in Ichigo’s grip, his muscles which had been drawn so taut before, were now barely able to keep him upright. Despite his best efforts to fall over the teen kept Renji on his knees as he slowly cleaned his chest and face of the evidence of their escapades.
Ichigo stood, finally allowing the red-head to collapse onto the haori. The teen shot Byakuya a sultry smile that would’ve made a lesser man squirm. Byakuya stepped forward, sealing his mouth over Ichigo’s. Hitsugaya lifted his hand, sinking his teeth into his own wrist in an attempt to stifle any further sounds when he saw the gleaming trail of saliva and semen that trickled from the side of the nobleman’s mouth. The young man moaned against his wrist, suppressing the urge to forcefully break their kiss and plunder Ichigo’s mouth himself, knowing he’d find the remnants of Renji’s pleasure as well as the teen’s on his tongue. He released his wrist before he broke the skin, breath coming hard. These three would be the death of him. When they finally broke apart Ichigo caught up the excess that had escaped Byakuya’s mouth with his tongue, making small pleased noises in the back of his throat.
“I think you’re overdressed, taichou.” Ichigo smirked, the honorific oozing with sarcasm. Byakuya merely raised an eyebrow at the teen, waving him dismissively in the direction of the other man. For a moment Ichigo looked like he was going to argue but then thought better of it, lowering himself onto the haori with Renji. Their hands immediately sought out the most sensitive places of each others bodies. Callused hands stroked surprisingly gently over one another, Ichigo dipped his head, nibbling lightly on Renji’s neck for a moment. The taller man retaliated with a harsh scratch of short nails against a defined hip bone. Ichigo gasped, pulling away from Renji’s neck and arching slightly.
Even as they caressed one another their eyes remained on the tall form of the captain. The pale blue length of silk was unwound from his neck, floating softly onto the grass. With a gentle shrug of pale shoulders the shirt that Ichigo had already loosened pooled behind him. He reached above him, his slender arms arched gracefully as he removed his hair clips. The satiny strands shifted to frame his face, making him seem far more delicate than Hitsugaya knew him to be. Finally with a tiny smirk pulling at his lips he released the tie on his hakama, stepping out of the pool of fabric before it had even finished settling.
Byaluya stood on the edge of his haori, eyes roaming possessively over the two redheads that occupied it. Ichigo rose to his knees, reaching out to grip the nobleman’s hips. The teen settled his mouth over Byakuya’s hip, nibbling gently at first but gradually getting harsher. The dark-haired man moaned, his head falling back as one hand twisted into the teen’s hair. His other hand reached out, silently beckoning Renji to him. The tattooed man knelt beside Ichigo, his hand habitually settling at the small of his back. Renji’s tongue ghosted lightly over Byakuya’s length, drawing a gasp from the man before he bit down roughly on his other hip. The hand that threaded into Renji’s hair was rough, almost violent, a punishment for stealing tastes of things he was not allowed without express permission, a punishment which he bore happily.
It wasn’t until Renji could taste the faint hint of blood on his tongue that he finally pulled away, pressing ever so lightly against Ichigo as he did. Ichigo sank his teeth harder into Byakuya’s flesh, blood flowing freely into his mouth and drawing a loud moan from the nobleman. A sharp tug on his hair broke Ichigo’s grip on the other man. He smirked up at Byakuya, blood painting his lips like some wanton whore. Renji’s hand fell to Ichigo’s shoulder, turning the teen slightly so he faced the other redhead. Ichigo acquiesced the silent request, pulling Renji to him and kissing him fiercely. Ichigo leaned back slowly, making Renji follow him to keep the kiss going, which the tattooed man wouldn’t break for all the world from the small whimpering sounds he was making in his throat. The taller man crawled over Ichigo until he was straddling the teen’s hips, his hands cradling Ichigo’s face as he plundered his mouth.
Byakuya fell fluidly to his knees, pale hands dancing over the tattooed flesh of Renji’s back. He slid his hands downward, one hand squeezing Renji’s firm, muscled ass while the other he brought up to his own lips. Byakuya drew two fingers into his mouth, thoroughly coating them with saliva before teasing the wet digits between Renji’s cheeks. They slid in easily, the man being accustomed to far larger intruders but that did not stop the gasp that forced him to finally break the kiss with Ichigo.
Hitsugaya groaned lowly, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth again. His hands clenched in the loose fabric over his thighs and he squeezed his eyes shut. His body thrummed with need but he refused to give in. He would not act any more disgracefully than he already had. He was a captain, he was supposed to be an upstanding member of soul society, a role model. It was bad enough he had allowed himself to stay this long, to watch the trio’s intimacy. He would not succumb to the painful ache that pressed so insistently against the front of his hakama.
A sharp cry made him jump, eyes snapping open and returning to the scene below. Renji had shifted down Ichigo’s body, his forehead now resting against the teen’s stomach. The sound had come from Ichigo who was now arching against Renji’s fingers buried in his ass just as Renji arched against Byakuya. The nobleman leaned down, dragging his tongue in lazy patterns over Renji’s back, causing the redhead to shudder. Byakuya withdrew his fingers from Renji, causing the man to groan.
He couldn’t bear it anymore. Hitsugaya pulled the ties on his hakama, wriggling the material down his thighs. He tried to tell himself that it was just to prevent the damp spot of precome from becoming any larger. He gasped when the cool air brushed over his exposed member, making the throb even more pronounced.
Byakuya removed himself from the other two as he retrieved a small bottle from the pile of his clothing. Ichigo slung a leg over Renji’s hip, deftly flipping them so that he pinned the taller man to the ground. Renji’s eyes went out of focus slightly at the rough treatment, a small whimper escaping him. Byakuya poured a liberal amount of the liquid onto his hand, reaching around to stroke Ichigo’s cock lightly, just enough to spread the oil. Renji spread his legs, drawing his knees up and arching his hips just so. Byakuya released the teen, allowing him to sink into Renji’s heat. Renji moaned, immediately bringing his legs up around Ichigo’s waist, crossing his ankles at the small of the other man’s back. Hitsugaya was certain that the way Renji’s back arched must’ve been uncomfortable but the man was determined to steal a kiss from Ichigo, regardless of any discomfort from the height difference.
Their tongues battled for dominance even as Byakuya positioned himself at Ichigo’s entrance. The teen broke the kiss, crying out when Byakuya pressed into him, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth motion. The nobleman groaned, gritting his teeth slightly as Ichigo’s tightness threatened his composure.
While Byakuya successfully fought the need to carelessly pound into the willing body beneath him Hitsugaya finally lost his ongoing battle. Pride and morals were tossed to the wind as the young man surrendered to the rampant lust coursing through his body. He ran his hand over the head of his cock, smearing his palm with precome before sliding his hand down the shaft. He bit his lip again, stifling his moans as he surrendered to the delicious friction he’d been denying himself.
Byakuya pulled back, driving hard into Ichigo, slamming the teen deeper into Renji. Both redheads moaned as Byakuya set a harsh pace. Ichigo quickly dissolved into a quivering mass, leaning heavily on Renji. With each thrust Byakuya pressed the teen tightly against Renji, punctuating the tight heat engulfing his cock with a flash of stars dancing over his vision when Byakuya pressed against his prostate. The nobleman gripped Ichigo’s hips, guiding the teen’s thrusts into Renji while ensuring each stroke was perfectly aligned. Byakuya’s quiet moans were nearly drowned out by the considerably more vocal redheads.
Above them Hitsugaya let his hand fall into the same forceful rhythm Byakuya had started. His shallow breaths coming harshly as he fought to postpone the inevitable. It wouldn’t do to have spent all this time angsting over what he was witnessing only to miss the grand finale because he was lost in his own pleasure.
Ichigo shifted ever so slightly, one hand coming to encircle Renji’s cock, the other scrambling at the taller man’s neck. Byakuya and Hitsugaya both realized what Ichigo was doing a second before they were drowning in liquid heat. The reiatsu suppressing collar Renji had been wearing fell away, a completely uncontrolled wave of raw power flooding over them. Ichigo’s hand on his cock enough to bring him, a strangled curse catching in his throat. A cry that was echoed by Ichigo as the teen slammed into Renji, losing the fragile check he’d held on his own reiatsu. If Ichigo clenching tighter around him hadn’t been enough to tip Byakuya over the edge, the combined forces of Renji and Ichigo’s reiatsu swirling around him, scalding in their heat and intensity certainly was.
The nobleman’s reiatsu spiked as he came forcefully, slamming into Ichigo and gripping the teens hips with bruising strength. For one terrifying moment black danced over Hitsugaya’s vision and he thought he would pass out from the sheer intensity of the reiatsu choking the air and the powerful orgasm that gripped him. Had he been able to breathe enough to do so he would have screamed, as it was he could not seem to get enough air. He leaned back against the tree panting hard and willing his eyes to focus on the puddle of flesh that used to be Byakuya, Ichigo, and Renji. The three had collapsed into a tangle of limbs, all too dazed to realize that none of them could breathe properly, never mind the repercussions of remaining in such awkward positions for any amount of time.
In a moment of desperation regardless of his own near inability to breathe Hitsugaya scrambled to gather his clothing. The young captain used a few well placed shunpo and escaped ere he either be found or worse yet, be trapped watching long drawn out afterglow cuddles.
It was some hours later when he returned to the 10th Division office, determined to get some work done and distract his traitorous mind from the events he had witnessed earlier in the day. He was quite surprised to find a folded slip of paper resting on the center of his desk, his name scrawled across the front in handwritten he recognized as belonging to the 6th Division fukutaichou. Hitsugaya cursed the blush he felt spreading over his cheeks as he glanced around, though he knew no one else was there. If he couldn’t even handle seeing something one of them wrote without blushing how on earth was he going to face Kuchiki-taichou at the next meeting? He snatched up the note, berating himself for being so foolish. That is until he read the words written inside and felt his face heat even further.
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