Alms [for teh whitereflection]
I was supposed to post this HOURS ago, but my nephew was giving me these cute looks and acting all dejected so I just HAD to go to the zoo and now I'm exhausted and the editing on this is just so lame and half-assed and I'M SORRY OKAY.
This fic goes with this pic. 8D
Happy birthday Di-butt. *makes big chu-face*
Title: Alms
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Kuchiki Byakuya/Abarai Renji
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Renji learns that when one gives, the other must take.
For the sake of our combined sanity, please to be ignoring the massive edits this probably needs.
Alms
“Give me your loyalty.”
As if he had a choice in the matter.
He still couldn’t believe his luck; if one could call it luck, that is. Renji walked into the sixth division building, hastily wiping at the beads of sweat on his upper lip. It wasn’t really in his nature to be nervous, but in this case, it couldn’t be helped. The memory of that day circled the forefront of his mind; that disparity he’d felt, like standing at the very bottom of an unthinkably high mountain, too steep to even climb, and staring up, unable to see the summit through the thick white clouds obscuring the peak.
He’d been aiming for this for ages. Suddenly, approaching the captain’s office, he was questioning his worth for the first time in possibly years. Perhaps what bothered him the most, he thought, what made him still hold on to that piece of his wounded pride, was the way he hadn’t even looked at Renji, the way Renji could tell that the man had most likely not even noticed he was there.
He would make him notice. Renji swallowed deeply and entered, resolute.
He entered, and Kuchiki Byakuya looked up and stared him right in the eye. The effect was so jarring Renji almost doubled back on himself.
“A-Abarai Renji, reporting fo-”
“I know who you are, Renji.”
Renji stared blankly in shock. On the one hand, it was exhilarating for Kuchiki Byakuya to know who he was, to see him, finally; on the other hand, that the man would address him so casually was an obvious sign that he saw him as just another worthless stray dog.
Renji couldn’t think of a single thing to say in response.
“Have one of the others show you your quarters and report back to me.”
He did; found a friendly guy hovering outside the door for him in fact, and was shown the room he’d be living in from now on. He had nothing to put in it - he was just an orphan from Rukongai after all, he had no real possessions - so he immediately returned to his captain’s office.
“Zaraki Kenpachi’s subordinates seem to have a great amount of loyalty towards their captain,” Byakuya said it conversationally, and Renji was once again confused.
“I . . . guess so?” He felt like a fool, but didn’t know what to say.
“Any loyalty you had for him you should have left with him.”
“I don’t understand . . .”
“Renji,” Byakuya leveled him with an intense gaze that froze Renji to the spot. “Give me your loyalty.”
It took him a single moment to answer.
“It’s yours.” Renji didn’t realize how truthfully me meant it until after the words had left his mouth.
A month passed.
His missions were nothing out of the ordinary. The sixth division’s work wasn’t all that different from the eleventh’s, and the only real change for Renji was an extra weight of responsibility. Not that he was bored - far from it. Kuchiki Byakuya managed to rile him on a daily basis, making him feel as inconsequential as a fly on the wall without even trying. It wasn’t anything he said or anything he did; it probably wasn’t even his fault, Renji knew.
It was the gap. Byakuya rarely ever needed to show anything remotely close to his true power. Renji had caught glimpses of it once or twice, a flare of it here and there against a particularly strong hollow. Yet even those small flares were enough to make the truth clear: Renji had only begun to climb that mountain.
He trained harder than he ever had before. He pushed himself to the limits over and over, training to reach bankai, and the result became obvious within the end of that first month. The power he felt humming under his skin was invigorating on so many levels. But even then, it didn’t feel like nearly enough; not until that day.
“A menos?” Renji gaped in bewilderment. He’d never even seen one of the things. There was a small, childish part of his mind that was convinced they didn’t exist. And now Byakuya was asking - no, ordering him to fight one. While he wasn’t exactly afraid, it was still enough to make him uneasy.
Except he wouldn’t be fighting it alone.
“Give me your strength,” Byakuya said to him, brandishing his zanpakuto in front of the massive hollow.
Renji couldn’t help but smirk at that. As if he really needed to say it.
Two weeks later, he returned from a mission blazing with enough anger to make the rest of the division cower away from him as he stalked stormily down the hall.
He’d been stupid. No, worse than stupid. He’d been an irresponsible fool. He had been too confident in his own abilities, too confident that the hollows would go after him and his power. But they hadn’t; they’d gone after the weaker among them, and this hindsight had resulted in two of his men receiving serious injuries. He had taken them to the fourth division, been assured that they would live, and angrily refused any treatment for the bloody slice down his right arm.
He’d never felt so worthless. He didn’t even have the balls to report to his captain, he was so ashamed. He retreated to his room and sat down in the middle of the floor, berating himself.
After a while, his door opened without a knock. Renji raised his head to bark at whoever it was, but was left silent in shock as Byakuya entered calmly and shut the door behind him. He strode across the room and sat himself down on the floor across from Renji, somehow managing to seem noble despite it all.
“Give me your hand,” he ordered, and Renji obeyed, unthinking.
A million tiny nerves flared and fluctuated beneath his skin as he was touched for the very first time by Kuchiki Byakuya. Byakuya gently wiped the blood from his wound with a damp cloth, then carefully wrapped a bandage around it. Renji’s stomach was flipping, his head was spinning, his skin was burning. He didn’t move a single muscle until Byakuya go let his hand.
“Next time,” Byakuya was just about to open the door to leave, his back toward Renji. “Face your mistakes. No one in my division is allowed to run away from themselves, Renji. You least of all.”
Renji wasn’t sure if he should be feeling ashamed anymore. He was too busy feeling something entirely different and entirely new.
He’d washed it, meticulously. He’d dried it out in the open air, hanging it delicately by the corners. He’d folded it carefully, perfectly, and put it in a box so it wouldn’t get damaged. He placed the box next to his mattress, so he wouldn’t lose it.
It took him two weeks to work up the courage to give it back to him.
He didn’t know why he was hesitating. It wasn’t that he feared confrontation, or the awkwardness giving it back would cause. They’d moved on since then, gotten along surprisingly well, even shared, what were for Renji, looks that were entirely laced with double-meaning. After his fight with Ichigo, after his defeat, after his decision to betray his captain and rescue Rukia, Renji had decided, while lying in a fourth division cell and staring up at the ceiling, that he was probably in love. This should have disturbed him more than it actually did, but knowing he was about to go against his captain had a way of putting everything into a perspective that felt almost objective. He was in love with Byakuya. What now? Nothing until after Rukia was safe.
Now she was, and he had in his hand Byakuya’s beautiful white scarf, one of the man’s most important possessions. It was a sign of his house, his rank, his nobility; he had given it to Renji as Renji lay dying, bleeding from the fatal wounds Byakuya’s zanpakuto had carved into him. Renji realized, after everything was over, that Byakuya had purposely left him alive.
His fangs had touched him, he had said. But Renji had never really wanted to touch him like that, like the dog Byakuya had always seen him as. He wanted to touch him gently, sweetly, possessively. Or maybe that was just how he wanted to be touched.
It had taken a couple drinks in his system, as well as some egging on by Ikkaku. He showed up at the ever-grand and noble House of Kuchiki, ignoring the late hour, too dazed with the sweet effects of alcohol to really care about propriety. His eyes were glazed and his hair was down, and the servant who opened the door gave him an almost-horrified look when he asked for Kuchiki-taichou. He was let in by the servant warily, shown into a surprisingly-cozy sitting room, served tea, and told to wait. As he waited, he took the scarf out from the inner pocket of his robe and felt it with his hands, marveling over the luxurious texture.
“Renji.”
Renji was startled, but didn’t show it. He stood up with a smile caused by drunkenness and nervousness, and handed it out to his captain. “I wanted to return this.”
Byakuya eyed it for a few moments, then looked up into Renji’s eyes. Renji noticed Byakuya was still dressed in his captain’s regalia (complete with a replacement scarf), and wondered if he slept with it on too. The thought caused him to smirk.
Byakuya’s eyes narrowed. “Why are you returning it?”
“Because . . . it’s yours?”
“Keep it.”
Renji’s eyes widened. “What? But . . .”
“Renji,” Byakuya strode up to him, and Renji gulped as the distance between them closed. He backed up a few steps, then a few more, wondering if he was imagining the heat in Byakuya’s always-cold gaze.
“I gave that to you. Keep it.”
“But I can’t accept it.” Renji held it up, feeling numb. “It’s . . . it’s a . . . I’m just a street rat!” he finally snapped, caving under the intense gaze. “I don’t deserve something like this! This is a sign of nobility!”
Byakuya was not at all perturbed by his outburst. He studied him quietly for a few moments. “And why do you think I gave it to you, Renji?”
“Because . . . you said my fangs reached you.”
“Wrong. I said something else. I said you were marvelous.”
Renji felt his skin burn.
“You are deserving of nobility. Even more so than I.”
Renji looked down at the scarf and brought it to his chest, squeezing it in his hands. “There’s nothing worthy I can give in return.”
“I didn’t ask for anything in return.”
“But . . .”
“What would you like to give me, Renji?” Byakuya stepped up, Renji stepped back, and suddenly he felt himself backed up against the wall as his captain held out a hand and ran it through a loose lock of Renji’s hair.
Renji’s eyes went wide with surprise, anxiety, comprehension. He was silent for a minute, trying to think of what to say, and finally did with a nervous swallow. “I’d give you anything.”
Byakuya leaned in, and Renji gave a shiver as Byakuya’s arms came to rest against the wall on either side of his head, tangling fingers through his hair.
“T-Taichou . . .” he gasped and fell silent, putting his hands on Byakuya’s shoulders as Byakuya’s mouth hovered over his collarbone, breathing warmth onto it for a moment, and gave a soft, tiny whimper as Byakuya’s tongue lapped a slow trail up his neck.
He licked along Renji’s jaw, nipped on his chin, then pulled his face back slightly. Renji knew what he was going to say the minute he opened his mouth.
“Give me your body.”
Renji attacked his lips, hands grasping desperately at Byakuya’s neck. They kissed hungrily, biting on each other’s lips and sucking on each other’s tongues, and Renji suddenly wanted to know how it felt to have his captain’s soft, delicious mouth everywhere on his body. They broke the kiss, gasping for breath against each other’s mouths, and Renji spoke.
“I’ll give you more than that. I’ll give you everything if you want it.” He winced at the despair that came through in his voice.
Byakuya pushed his hair back, leaned in, and licked along his ear. “I want it.”
“Thank god,” Renji said with slightly-hysterical laugh that gave way to a moan as Byakuya sucked hungrily on his neck. “Taichou . . .”
“Call my name, Renji.”
“Byakuya,” Renji breathed it out, arching his neck as Byakuya consumed it. “Byakuya.”
“Renji,” Byakuya murmured against his skin, then pulled back completely, stepping away and leaving Renji half-sunk against the wall. “Take off your clothes, Renji.”
Renji blushed. “I . . .” he started to protest, feeling suddenly modest, but fell silent as Byakuya began undressing himself. He stared for a few moments, then kicked himself inwardly and began undressing hastily. He let his robes fall carelessly to the floor, but was still careful about placing down the scarf.
He stared in awe at the sight of Byakuya’s hair falling loose as the man finished undoing the white hairpiece and placed it aside. He suddenly wanted to run his hands through it more than anything. So he did.
Byakuya’s arms wrapped around his waist as Renji’s came around his shoulders, hands tangling in the long dark hair. They gasped against each other’s mouths and kissed hotly as their bodies pressed together.
It was some minutes later, bodies now hard and slick with sweat, that Renji felt himself pressed down to the floor, a soft rug cushioning his back. He couldn’t stop moaning at the mind-blowing sensations he was feeling. Byakuya’s hands slid up and down his sides, his mouth wandered over his body with slow but hungry kisses, his hard cock rubbed against his own as their hips bucked tightly against one another.
He couldn’t believe any of this was happening. Not when Byakuya’s soft, velvety tongue licked down his cock and over his ass, not when Byakuya’s long, elegant fingers probed into that ass, stretching his muscles and caressing his nerves, not even when Byakuya’s hard, hot cock was sliding into him, filling him completely, making him whole.
Like everything else he did, Byakuya made love with an elegant, passionate perfection that was beautiful to behold, never mind experience. Every thrust was angled perfectly to make him moan, every slide timed exactly to make his muscles relax and turn to liquid, every kiss and nip at his face, lips, and chest, placed precisely where he wanted to feel it. It was slow, then fast, then out of control, and the room was spinning around them as Renji began crying out with every single thrust into his body. He’d never experienced anything so incredible, never knew anything could be as heavenly as the feeling of Byakuya’s hot cock slamming into him deep and hard, making pleasure explode throughout his body like a series of firecrackers. He came hard with one of Byakuya’s beautiful hands pumping his cock, staining that perfect pale skin with streaks of white. Byakuya captured his lips fiercely as his body tensed and his release spilled into Renji’s body. Renji’s wrapped his arms tightly around him, suddenly afraid to let go.
Renji lay boneless on his side with Byakuya’s arms cradling his neck as they both tried to regain their senses. Renji’s anxiety took hold of him before anything else, and he buried his head against Byakuya’s chest, not wanting his captain to see the weakness on his face. He wanted to tell him. Wanted to say, but didn’t know if he could, didn’t know if he should.
“Byakuya, I . . .”
“Shhhh,” Byakuya shushed him and kissed his forehead, brushing his hair back. “You don’t have to say it. You’ve given me more than enough.”
Renji felt himself relax beneath Byakuya’s gentle touch, and realized, for the first time, how hard it was, how hard it must be for him, his captain, his lover, to always be receiving, always be taking, and so rarely be allowed to give.
Renji wrapped an arm around Byakuya’s waist and decided to let himself accept whatever Byakuya wanted to give him from now on.
~FIN~
This fic goes with this pic. 8D
Happy birthday Di-butt. *makes big chu-face*
Title: Alms
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Kuchiki Byakuya/Abarai Renji
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Renji learns that when one gives, the other must take.
For the sake of our combined sanity, please to be ignoring the massive edits this probably needs.
Alms
“Give me your loyalty.”
As if he had a choice in the matter.
He still couldn’t believe his luck; if one could call it luck, that is. Renji walked into the sixth division building, hastily wiping at the beads of sweat on his upper lip. It wasn’t really in his nature to be nervous, but in this case, it couldn’t be helped. The memory of that day circled the forefront of his mind; that disparity he’d felt, like standing at the very bottom of an unthinkably high mountain, too steep to even climb, and staring up, unable to see the summit through the thick white clouds obscuring the peak.
He’d been aiming for this for ages. Suddenly, approaching the captain’s office, he was questioning his worth for the first time in possibly years. Perhaps what bothered him the most, he thought, what made him still hold on to that piece of his wounded pride, was the way he hadn’t even looked at Renji, the way Renji could tell that the man had most likely not even noticed he was there.
He would make him notice. Renji swallowed deeply and entered, resolute.
He entered, and Kuchiki Byakuya looked up and stared him right in the eye. The effect was so jarring Renji almost doubled back on himself.
“A-Abarai Renji, reporting fo-”
“I know who you are, Renji.”
Renji stared blankly in shock. On the one hand, it was exhilarating for Kuchiki Byakuya to know who he was, to see him, finally; on the other hand, that the man would address him so casually was an obvious sign that he saw him as just another worthless stray dog.
Renji couldn’t think of a single thing to say in response.
“Have one of the others show you your quarters and report back to me.”
He did; found a friendly guy hovering outside the door for him in fact, and was shown the room he’d be living in from now on. He had nothing to put in it - he was just an orphan from Rukongai after all, he had no real possessions - so he immediately returned to his captain’s office.
“Zaraki Kenpachi’s subordinates seem to have a great amount of loyalty towards their captain,” Byakuya said it conversationally, and Renji was once again confused.
“I . . . guess so?” He felt like a fool, but didn’t know what to say.
“Any loyalty you had for him you should have left with him.”
“I don’t understand . . .”
“Renji,” Byakuya leveled him with an intense gaze that froze Renji to the spot. “Give me your loyalty.”
It took him a single moment to answer.
“It’s yours.” Renji didn’t realize how truthfully me meant it until after the words had left his mouth.
A month passed.
His missions were nothing out of the ordinary. The sixth division’s work wasn’t all that different from the eleventh’s, and the only real change for Renji was an extra weight of responsibility. Not that he was bored - far from it. Kuchiki Byakuya managed to rile him on a daily basis, making him feel as inconsequential as a fly on the wall without even trying. It wasn’t anything he said or anything he did; it probably wasn’t even his fault, Renji knew.
It was the gap. Byakuya rarely ever needed to show anything remotely close to his true power. Renji had caught glimpses of it once or twice, a flare of it here and there against a particularly strong hollow. Yet even those small flares were enough to make the truth clear: Renji had only begun to climb that mountain.
He trained harder than he ever had before. He pushed himself to the limits over and over, training to reach bankai, and the result became obvious within the end of that first month. The power he felt humming under his skin was invigorating on so many levels. But even then, it didn’t feel like nearly enough; not until that day.
“A menos?” Renji gaped in bewilderment. He’d never even seen one of the things. There was a small, childish part of his mind that was convinced they didn’t exist. And now Byakuya was asking - no, ordering him to fight one. While he wasn’t exactly afraid, it was still enough to make him uneasy.
Except he wouldn’t be fighting it alone.
“Give me your strength,” Byakuya said to him, brandishing his zanpakuto in front of the massive hollow.
Renji couldn’t help but smirk at that. As if he really needed to say it.
Two weeks later, he returned from a mission blazing with enough anger to make the rest of the division cower away from him as he stalked stormily down the hall.
He’d been stupid. No, worse than stupid. He’d been an irresponsible fool. He had been too confident in his own abilities, too confident that the hollows would go after him and his power. But they hadn’t; they’d gone after the weaker among them, and this hindsight had resulted in two of his men receiving serious injuries. He had taken them to the fourth division, been assured that they would live, and angrily refused any treatment for the bloody slice down his right arm.
He’d never felt so worthless. He didn’t even have the balls to report to his captain, he was so ashamed. He retreated to his room and sat down in the middle of the floor, berating himself.
After a while, his door opened without a knock. Renji raised his head to bark at whoever it was, but was left silent in shock as Byakuya entered calmly and shut the door behind him. He strode across the room and sat himself down on the floor across from Renji, somehow managing to seem noble despite it all.
“Give me your hand,” he ordered, and Renji obeyed, unthinking.
A million tiny nerves flared and fluctuated beneath his skin as he was touched for the very first time by Kuchiki Byakuya. Byakuya gently wiped the blood from his wound with a damp cloth, then carefully wrapped a bandage around it. Renji’s stomach was flipping, his head was spinning, his skin was burning. He didn’t move a single muscle until Byakuya go let his hand.
“Next time,” Byakuya was just about to open the door to leave, his back toward Renji. “Face your mistakes. No one in my division is allowed to run away from themselves, Renji. You least of all.”
Renji wasn’t sure if he should be feeling ashamed anymore. He was too busy feeling something entirely different and entirely new.
He’d washed it, meticulously. He’d dried it out in the open air, hanging it delicately by the corners. He’d folded it carefully, perfectly, and put it in a box so it wouldn’t get damaged. He placed the box next to his mattress, so he wouldn’t lose it.
It took him two weeks to work up the courage to give it back to him.
He didn’t know why he was hesitating. It wasn’t that he feared confrontation, or the awkwardness giving it back would cause. They’d moved on since then, gotten along surprisingly well, even shared, what were for Renji, looks that were entirely laced with double-meaning. After his fight with Ichigo, after his defeat, after his decision to betray his captain and rescue Rukia, Renji had decided, while lying in a fourth division cell and staring up at the ceiling, that he was probably in love. This should have disturbed him more than it actually did, but knowing he was about to go against his captain had a way of putting everything into a perspective that felt almost objective. He was in love with Byakuya. What now? Nothing until after Rukia was safe.
Now she was, and he had in his hand Byakuya’s beautiful white scarf, one of the man’s most important possessions. It was a sign of his house, his rank, his nobility; he had given it to Renji as Renji lay dying, bleeding from the fatal wounds Byakuya’s zanpakuto had carved into him. Renji realized, after everything was over, that Byakuya had purposely left him alive.
His fangs had touched him, he had said. But Renji had never really wanted to touch him like that, like the dog Byakuya had always seen him as. He wanted to touch him gently, sweetly, possessively. Or maybe that was just how he wanted to be touched.
It had taken a couple drinks in his system, as well as some egging on by Ikkaku. He showed up at the ever-grand and noble House of Kuchiki, ignoring the late hour, too dazed with the sweet effects of alcohol to really care about propriety. His eyes were glazed and his hair was down, and the servant who opened the door gave him an almost-horrified look when he asked for Kuchiki-taichou. He was let in by the servant warily, shown into a surprisingly-cozy sitting room, served tea, and told to wait. As he waited, he took the scarf out from the inner pocket of his robe and felt it with his hands, marveling over the luxurious texture.
“Renji.”
Renji was startled, but didn’t show it. He stood up with a smile caused by drunkenness and nervousness, and handed it out to his captain. “I wanted to return this.”
Byakuya eyed it for a few moments, then looked up into Renji’s eyes. Renji noticed Byakuya was still dressed in his captain’s regalia (complete with a replacement scarf), and wondered if he slept with it on too. The thought caused him to smirk.
Byakuya’s eyes narrowed. “Why are you returning it?”
“Because . . . it’s yours?”
“Keep it.”
Renji’s eyes widened. “What? But . . .”
“Renji,” Byakuya strode up to him, and Renji gulped as the distance between them closed. He backed up a few steps, then a few more, wondering if he was imagining the heat in Byakuya’s always-cold gaze.
“I gave that to you. Keep it.”
“But I can’t accept it.” Renji held it up, feeling numb. “It’s . . . it’s a . . . I’m just a street rat!” he finally snapped, caving under the intense gaze. “I don’t deserve something like this! This is a sign of nobility!”
Byakuya was not at all perturbed by his outburst. He studied him quietly for a few moments. “And why do you think I gave it to you, Renji?”
“Because . . . you said my fangs reached you.”
“Wrong. I said something else. I said you were marvelous.”
Renji felt his skin burn.
“You are deserving of nobility. Even more so than I.”
Renji looked down at the scarf and brought it to his chest, squeezing it in his hands. “There’s nothing worthy I can give in return.”
“I didn’t ask for anything in return.”
“But . . .”
“What would you like to give me, Renji?” Byakuya stepped up, Renji stepped back, and suddenly he felt himself backed up against the wall as his captain held out a hand and ran it through a loose lock of Renji’s hair.
Renji’s eyes went wide with surprise, anxiety, comprehension. He was silent for a minute, trying to think of what to say, and finally did with a nervous swallow. “I’d give you anything.”
Byakuya leaned in, and Renji gave a shiver as Byakuya’s arms came to rest against the wall on either side of his head, tangling fingers through his hair.
“T-Taichou . . .” he gasped and fell silent, putting his hands on Byakuya’s shoulders as Byakuya’s mouth hovered over his collarbone, breathing warmth onto it for a moment, and gave a soft, tiny whimper as Byakuya’s tongue lapped a slow trail up his neck.
He licked along Renji’s jaw, nipped on his chin, then pulled his face back slightly. Renji knew what he was going to say the minute he opened his mouth.
“Give me your body.”
Renji attacked his lips, hands grasping desperately at Byakuya’s neck. They kissed hungrily, biting on each other’s lips and sucking on each other’s tongues, and Renji suddenly wanted to know how it felt to have his captain’s soft, delicious mouth everywhere on his body. They broke the kiss, gasping for breath against each other’s mouths, and Renji spoke.
“I’ll give you more than that. I’ll give you everything if you want it.” He winced at the despair that came through in his voice.
Byakuya pushed his hair back, leaned in, and licked along his ear. “I want it.”
“Thank god,” Renji said with slightly-hysterical laugh that gave way to a moan as Byakuya sucked hungrily on his neck. “Taichou . . .”
“Call my name, Renji.”
“Byakuya,” Renji breathed it out, arching his neck as Byakuya consumed it. “Byakuya.”
“Renji,” Byakuya murmured against his skin, then pulled back completely, stepping away and leaving Renji half-sunk against the wall. “Take off your clothes, Renji.”
Renji blushed. “I . . .” he started to protest, feeling suddenly modest, but fell silent as Byakuya began undressing himself. He stared for a few moments, then kicked himself inwardly and began undressing hastily. He let his robes fall carelessly to the floor, but was still careful about placing down the scarf.
He stared in awe at the sight of Byakuya’s hair falling loose as the man finished undoing the white hairpiece and placed it aside. He suddenly wanted to run his hands through it more than anything. So he did.
Byakuya’s arms wrapped around his waist as Renji’s came around his shoulders, hands tangling in the long dark hair. They gasped against each other’s mouths and kissed hotly as their bodies pressed together.
It was some minutes later, bodies now hard and slick with sweat, that Renji felt himself pressed down to the floor, a soft rug cushioning his back. He couldn’t stop moaning at the mind-blowing sensations he was feeling. Byakuya’s hands slid up and down his sides, his mouth wandered over his body with slow but hungry kisses, his hard cock rubbed against his own as their hips bucked tightly against one another.
He couldn’t believe any of this was happening. Not when Byakuya’s soft, velvety tongue licked down his cock and over his ass, not when Byakuya’s long, elegant fingers probed into that ass, stretching his muscles and caressing his nerves, not even when Byakuya’s hard, hot cock was sliding into him, filling him completely, making him whole.
Like everything else he did, Byakuya made love with an elegant, passionate perfection that was beautiful to behold, never mind experience. Every thrust was angled perfectly to make him moan, every slide timed exactly to make his muscles relax and turn to liquid, every kiss and nip at his face, lips, and chest, placed precisely where he wanted to feel it. It was slow, then fast, then out of control, and the room was spinning around them as Renji began crying out with every single thrust into his body. He’d never experienced anything so incredible, never knew anything could be as heavenly as the feeling of Byakuya’s hot cock slamming into him deep and hard, making pleasure explode throughout his body like a series of firecrackers. He came hard with one of Byakuya’s beautiful hands pumping his cock, staining that perfect pale skin with streaks of white. Byakuya captured his lips fiercely as his body tensed and his release spilled into Renji’s body. Renji’s wrapped his arms tightly around him, suddenly afraid to let go.
Renji lay boneless on his side with Byakuya’s arms cradling his neck as they both tried to regain their senses. Renji’s anxiety took hold of him before anything else, and he buried his head against Byakuya’s chest, not wanting his captain to see the weakness on his face. He wanted to tell him. Wanted to say, but didn’t know if he could, didn’t know if he should.
“Byakuya, I . . .”
“Shhhh,” Byakuya shushed him and kissed his forehead, brushing his hair back. “You don’t have to say it. You’ve given me more than enough.”
Renji felt himself relax beneath Byakuya’s gentle touch, and realized, for the first time, how hard it was, how hard it must be for him, his captain, his lover, to always be receiving, always be taking, and so rarely be allowed to give.
Renji wrapped an arm around Byakuya’s waist and decided to let himself accept whatever Byakuya wanted to give him from now on.
~FIN~