Reaching for the Moon (part one) - ByaRen - PG
Pairing: Byakuya/Renji
Word Count: 2385
Rating: PG
Notes: This was originally meant to turn into wonderfully hot sex, and be pretty much PWP. Bya-chan apparently had other ideas, and this is going to become a chapter fic. Sex eventually, even if I have to make him do it.
So you can consider this a promise of things to come.
I have never written ByaRen before, and....I'm not really sure I'm satisfied. SO y'all can judge it. Blargh.
Disclaimer: Kubo Tite owns BLEACH, and I do not. Which is sad, because then I'd obviously be fucking rich. Don't sue, because I seriously don't own anything worth taking unless you like wigs.
(beta'd by ceriene)
Reaching For The Moon
Part One
Byakuya stood on the bridge over a river. He was on the edge of the Kuchiki family property. He thought idly that he might want to head back. It was late, and there were things that had to be done in the morning. He didn’t quite feel like returning to his duties just yet, though, no matter how important they might have been.
He felt his Vice-captain approaching long before the footsteps were audible. His mouth twitched slightly. Renji’s presence here was far from unwelcome, but it wasn’t exactly something that he should have allowed so readily. There would be no consequences for it, of course, so he did nothing to stop it. For now, at any rate.
Renji walked up and stood to the left of Byakuya, a few feet away. He wasn’t actually standing behind his Captain, this time, however. He didn’t look at Byakuya, not wanting to risk annoying him further than he undoubtedly already was, but he did go so far as to rest his hand on the railing as well.
Byakuya could feel reiatsu pour off of Renji like a tidal wave. A million conflicting emotions, as always. But as their hands nearly touched, there was one he hadn’t bothered to notice before - desire.
He pulled his own hand back, almost too quickly, and let it rest at his side. His eyes darkened as he turned to Renji.
“There is no reason for you to be here, fukutaichou,” he said.
The other man looked out at the river, a smirk threatening to break across his face. “Really?”
Byakuya was less than impressed with the response. His eyes darkened just slightly. "What do you want, Renji?" he asked, affecting an air of total disinterest.
Renji sort of shrugged. He hadn't really planned anything out. He mostly just wanted to see if Byakuya would bother to act any different if there was no one around. So far, there was absolutely nothing in his captain's manner that had changed.
"Nothing, really," he said, knowing it was the wrong answer but not wanting to keep the captain waiting.
Byakuya turned away and began to walk back toward the manor. Annoyance surrounded him for a moment, daring Renji to follow him.
Renji hesitated for a minute, knowing that there could be consequences he wasn't really prepared for. In the end, however, he decided that maybe it didn't matter. He caught up to Byakuya and fell into step behind him and slightly to the side. He always had to catch himself to make sure he didn't walk too fast. It wasn't really good for the Vice-captain to be beside the Captain. At least, not when the Captain in question was Kuchiki Byakuya.
Byakuya didn't bother to look back. He didn't need to. Even without feeling it, he had known Renji would follow him. In a sense, he had provoked such a response, and he knew that. But he wasn't going to have any of this go any way but his own, and if Renji didn't know that yet, then he would learn soon.
The walk back to the house was uneventful, to say the least. Byakuya never once looked back at Renji, and Renji didn't dare to walk directly beside him, as aggravating as it was.
Renji was left to his thoughts as they walked. He remembered the first time he had laid eyes on Byakuya. He had immediately envied him for his power. His number one goal, even now, was to surpass him - a goal he was sure he would one day achieve. But the more time he'd spent in his Captain's presence after becoming his Vice-captain, the more he'd realized that there was more to Byakuya's power than just sheer force. There was something untouchable about the Captain, some core inside him that no one seemed to reach. Rukia was lucky enough to become his adopted sister, but Renji knew, even without ever speaking to her, that she wasn't able to reach him, either. He held himself above and apart from everyone and everything. Only the slight changes in his reiatsu served to let anyone know if his mood had changed at all. At first, Renji had been convinced that Byakuya didn't feel anything emotionally. But as time passed, he became more uncertain. He wanted to force the Captain to feel something. Anything. And there was no better time than the present, right?
They finally reached the house. Byakuya turned to face Renji again, and the Vice-captain noticed that they were at a side entrance. No one else seemed to be around, and Renji was visibly confused.
"I will give you one hour to convince me you have a reason to be here," Byakuya said, tonelessly. He turned and walked into the house, leaving the door open to allow Renji to follow, if he would.
Renji was almost dumbfounded by Byakuya's actions. What the hell was going on, anyway!? Maybe he'd judged Byakuya wrong, after all? He shook himself out of it and followed Byakuya into the house, making sure to shut the door behind him as was undoubtedly expected, determined to do....something....to show him that there was a reason for this.
Byakuya never bothered to even look back over his shoulder. He knew that Renji would follow him. He just knew. He led the way down the dimly lit hallway to a bedroom on one side. There were no other doors in the hallway, and Renji couldn't help but wonder why there was just the one room. He didn't ask, of course. He'd gotten accustomed to not asking Byakuya questions. The Captain wasn't really the type who would deign to answer.
Renji followed him into the bedroom, sliding the door closed behind them, more out of habit than anything else. Byakuya crossed his arms and looked at the redhead, expressionless as ever. There was a slight change in the Captain's reiatsu, but Renji couldn't figure out quite what it meant.
"Well?" Byakuya asked.
Renji stared at him, not sure what he was supposed to do. He knew what he wanted to do, and he was about ninety-nine percent sure that the Captain would never allow it. But then again, he had said he'd give him an hour, so....
Oh, what the hell, Renji thought. He'd never been one to give too much thought to consequences, when they'd only affect himself, so he let go of his caution and moved toward the Captain. He closed the distance between them and hesitated for a moment before placing a hand on the other man's cheek.
It took more effort than Byakuya had thought it would take to remain unmoving. He was more than a little annoyed to find that his own desire almost mirrored Renji's, rising unbidden. He knew he should pull away from the touch, but he did not.
Renji wet his lips, obviously unsure if he could actually carry this any further without express permission from his Captain. Byakuya found his eyes watching the redhead's mouth and he was even more annoyed with himself for that.
Finally, Renji moved his hand, tilting Byakuya's chin up slightly. He met with no resistance, and felt encouraged by that. He leaned down and let his lips meet Byakuya's. He had thought to go slowly, but as soon as their mouths met, he realized what the change in Byakuya's reiatsu had been. He could feel the desire there, plain as anything, and his tongue slid past the Captain's lips and into his mouth.
Byakuya was shocked, both by the forwardness of the kiss and by the force of his own now-unmasked desire. He jerked away and stepped back, out of Renji's reach.
He turned away and put one hand to his mouth. He could feel his face flush, just slightly, and tried to regain his composure, with only mild success.
"Renji. This is a mistake," he said, his tone impressively even.
Renji gaped at him, though his back was turned. "What the hell!? When did an hour turn into ten seconds?" he demanded, forgetting how he was supposed to act around Byakuya.
"Do not make me repeat myself," Byakuya said. His words were only slightly hurried. Anyone who didn't know him well wouldn't have caught it. But Renji had spent enough time in his presence to notice.
He glared daggers at the Captain's back, willing him to turn back around. "What the hell are you afraid of?"
Byakuya did turn back around at that, angrily. He did not usually lose his temper, but Renji had pushed more than one of his buttons. "This is entirely improper. You are nothing more to me than my subordinate, and we should act accordingly. No one looks kindly on misconduct." His words were as soft and even as ever, but there was a bite to them that Renji had never heard before. He knew that Byakuya was afraid of something regarding this, but he didn't really care about that. He could feel his own anger flaring up at being treated this way.
"Just a subordinate!? Are you shitting me?" Renji said, all but yelling the words. He could feel Byakuya's reiatsu flare around him, threatening to push him out of the room simply from the force of it. He stood against it, but he wasn't at a point where he'd be able to resist this forever. He knew it, and he knew that the Captain knew it.
Despite that, Renji moved back over to Byakuya, as fast as he could manage with the Captain so angry, and put both his hands on Byakuya's face. He stared into the other man's dark eyes and saw the fire in them. This was what he'd wanted, really; he'd wanted to make Byakuya feel. And if all he could get him to feel was pissed off, then fine. He could handle that.
Their mouths met again. Byakuya had seen it coming a mile away, though he did nothing to stop it. Letting Renji kiss him felt like standing on a cliff's edge and feeling the rocks start to slip under his feet. He struggled with his own treasured self-control, trying to force the aloof facade to come back. It wasn't happening.
Byakuya's arms came up around Renji. His hands tightened in the cloth of the taller man's uniform for a minute as their tongues danced. Byakuya was not one to give up control, however. He did not push Renji away, but he did take control of the kiss, letting his tongue be the one to do the exploring.
Renji's arms wrapped easily around Byakuya. The Captain's anger faded, for the most part, and the kiss stretched on, hungrier than Renji would have thought it would be.
Finally, Byakuya pulled away and let go of Renji entirely. He looked into his Vice-captain's eyes and Renji saw a sadness there that he had failed to notice before. He suddenly felt concern for the Captain, though he couldn't say why. There really was so much about Byakuya that he didn't know.
"Taichou..." he began, but Byakuya shook his head.
"No. Renji, I cannot do this."
"Why? Who will know? Who would care?"
Byakuya stared at him. How little he knew! "It does not matter. This cannot continue. I was wrong to bring you here. You must forgive me for that. Please leave now."
He turned away again, making his point clear. Renji glared at him again, but he couldn't bring his anger back entirely. He was puzzled by the sadness he had found in Byakuya's gaze. It had been almost fathomless, and Renji wanted to comfort him, to keep him safe and held away from whatever had caused it. But Byakuya would have none of it.
"Please leave," he said again, more insistent.
Renji realized that it wasn't an order. It was a request. He moved over to Byakuya and moved to place a hand on his shoulder. In the end, he didn't. He simply nodded, as if the Captain could see.
"...All right, Taichou. But I'm not going to let this go so easily," he said. He turned, then, and left, closing the door behind him.
Byakuya's eyes slid closed. He walked over to the bed and sat down on it, burying his face in his hands. He could not imagine what had come over him to allow this impropriety in the first place. He had not realized the extent of his feelings toward his Vice-captain until tonight. He had thought about this sort of thing before. He knew Renji would have no objections; the redhead was certainly not subtle. But he should not have allowed it at all. He had thought that he could handle it, but once the feel of it had hit him full-force, it was....it was too much, and far too fast. He could lose himself in this feeling too easily, and that would not do.
He wanted to vow never to let anything like this happen between them again, but he had not missed Renji's words before he left.
I'm not letting this go.
Byakuya sighed. He wondered how long he could simply avoid Renji. Of course, that was a silly thought. He couldn't avoid his own Vice-captain, even if he wanted to. He'd just have to keep his perfect porcelain mask in place a little better from now on.
Though, he had the feeling that it was going to change nothing. There was that kiss between them now, and the memory of their tongues dancing so fiercely. He knew Renji would prove true to his word on the subject, and that left him, for once, at somewhat of a loss.
He shook his head and thought of the last inappropriate relationship he'd had. He had loved Hisana, there could be no doubts of that. What he felt for Renji...it was much different. He didn't know how to handle it properly, so he would do the next best thing.
He would simply...ignore it. That, he was sure, was his only option.
Word Count: 2385
Rating: PG
Notes: This was originally meant to turn into wonderfully hot sex, and be pretty much PWP. Bya-chan apparently had other ideas, and this is going to become a chapter fic. Sex eventually, even if I have to make him do it.
So you can consider this a promise of things to come.
I have never written ByaRen before, and....I'm not really sure I'm satisfied. SO y'all can judge it. Blargh.
Disclaimer: Kubo Tite owns BLEACH, and I do not. Which is sad, because then I'd obviously be fucking rich. Don't sue, because I seriously don't own anything worth taking unless you like wigs.
(beta'd by ceriene)
Reaching For The Moon
Part One
Byakuya stood on the bridge over a river. He was on the edge of the Kuchiki family property. He thought idly that he might want to head back. It was late, and there were things that had to be done in the morning. He didn’t quite feel like returning to his duties just yet, though, no matter how important they might have been.
He felt his Vice-captain approaching long before the footsteps were audible. His mouth twitched slightly. Renji’s presence here was far from unwelcome, but it wasn’t exactly something that he should have allowed so readily. There would be no consequences for it, of course, so he did nothing to stop it. For now, at any rate.
Renji walked up and stood to the left of Byakuya, a few feet away. He wasn’t actually standing behind his Captain, this time, however. He didn’t look at Byakuya, not wanting to risk annoying him further than he undoubtedly already was, but he did go so far as to rest his hand on the railing as well.
Byakuya could feel reiatsu pour off of Renji like a tidal wave. A million conflicting emotions, as always. But as their hands nearly touched, there was one he hadn’t bothered to notice before - desire.
He pulled his own hand back, almost too quickly, and let it rest at his side. His eyes darkened as he turned to Renji.
“There is no reason for you to be here, fukutaichou,” he said.
The other man looked out at the river, a smirk threatening to break across his face. “Really?”
Byakuya was less than impressed with the response. His eyes darkened just slightly. "What do you want, Renji?" he asked, affecting an air of total disinterest.
Renji sort of shrugged. He hadn't really planned anything out. He mostly just wanted to see if Byakuya would bother to act any different if there was no one around. So far, there was absolutely nothing in his captain's manner that had changed.
"Nothing, really," he said, knowing it was the wrong answer but not wanting to keep the captain waiting.
Byakuya turned away and began to walk back toward the manor. Annoyance surrounded him for a moment, daring Renji to follow him.
Renji hesitated for a minute, knowing that there could be consequences he wasn't really prepared for. In the end, however, he decided that maybe it didn't matter. He caught up to Byakuya and fell into step behind him and slightly to the side. He always had to catch himself to make sure he didn't walk too fast. It wasn't really good for the Vice-captain to be beside the Captain. At least, not when the Captain in question was Kuchiki Byakuya.
Byakuya didn't bother to look back. He didn't need to. Even without feeling it, he had known Renji would follow him. In a sense, he had provoked such a response, and he knew that. But he wasn't going to have any of this go any way but his own, and if Renji didn't know that yet, then he would learn soon.
The walk back to the house was uneventful, to say the least. Byakuya never once looked back at Renji, and Renji didn't dare to walk directly beside him, as aggravating as it was.
Renji was left to his thoughts as they walked. He remembered the first time he had laid eyes on Byakuya. He had immediately envied him for his power. His number one goal, even now, was to surpass him - a goal he was sure he would one day achieve. But the more time he'd spent in his Captain's presence after becoming his Vice-captain, the more he'd realized that there was more to Byakuya's power than just sheer force. There was something untouchable about the Captain, some core inside him that no one seemed to reach. Rukia was lucky enough to become his adopted sister, but Renji knew, even without ever speaking to her, that she wasn't able to reach him, either. He held himself above and apart from everyone and everything. Only the slight changes in his reiatsu served to let anyone know if his mood had changed at all. At first, Renji had been convinced that Byakuya didn't feel anything emotionally. But as time passed, he became more uncertain. He wanted to force the Captain to feel something. Anything. And there was no better time than the present, right?
They finally reached the house. Byakuya turned to face Renji again, and the Vice-captain noticed that they were at a side entrance. No one else seemed to be around, and Renji was visibly confused.
"I will give you one hour to convince me you have a reason to be here," Byakuya said, tonelessly. He turned and walked into the house, leaving the door open to allow Renji to follow, if he would.
Renji was almost dumbfounded by Byakuya's actions. What the hell was going on, anyway!? Maybe he'd judged Byakuya wrong, after all? He shook himself out of it and followed Byakuya into the house, making sure to shut the door behind him as was undoubtedly expected, determined to do....something....to show him that there was a reason for this.
Byakuya never bothered to even look back over his shoulder. He knew that Renji would follow him. He just knew. He led the way down the dimly lit hallway to a bedroom on one side. There were no other doors in the hallway, and Renji couldn't help but wonder why there was just the one room. He didn't ask, of course. He'd gotten accustomed to not asking Byakuya questions. The Captain wasn't really the type who would deign to answer.
Renji followed him into the bedroom, sliding the door closed behind them, more out of habit than anything else. Byakuya crossed his arms and looked at the redhead, expressionless as ever. There was a slight change in the Captain's reiatsu, but Renji couldn't figure out quite what it meant.
"Well?" Byakuya asked.
Renji stared at him, not sure what he was supposed to do. He knew what he wanted to do, and he was about ninety-nine percent sure that the Captain would never allow it. But then again, he had said he'd give him an hour, so....
Oh, what the hell, Renji thought. He'd never been one to give too much thought to consequences, when they'd only affect himself, so he let go of his caution and moved toward the Captain. He closed the distance between them and hesitated for a moment before placing a hand on the other man's cheek.
It took more effort than Byakuya had thought it would take to remain unmoving. He was more than a little annoyed to find that his own desire almost mirrored Renji's, rising unbidden. He knew he should pull away from the touch, but he did not.
Renji wet his lips, obviously unsure if he could actually carry this any further without express permission from his Captain. Byakuya found his eyes watching the redhead's mouth and he was even more annoyed with himself for that.
Finally, Renji moved his hand, tilting Byakuya's chin up slightly. He met with no resistance, and felt encouraged by that. He leaned down and let his lips meet Byakuya's. He had thought to go slowly, but as soon as their mouths met, he realized what the change in Byakuya's reiatsu had been. He could feel the desire there, plain as anything, and his tongue slid past the Captain's lips and into his mouth.
Byakuya was shocked, both by the forwardness of the kiss and by the force of his own now-unmasked desire. He jerked away and stepped back, out of Renji's reach.
He turned away and put one hand to his mouth. He could feel his face flush, just slightly, and tried to regain his composure, with only mild success.
"Renji. This is a mistake," he said, his tone impressively even.
Renji gaped at him, though his back was turned. "What the hell!? When did an hour turn into ten seconds?" he demanded, forgetting how he was supposed to act around Byakuya.
"Do not make me repeat myself," Byakuya said. His words were only slightly hurried. Anyone who didn't know him well wouldn't have caught it. But Renji had spent enough time in his presence to notice.
He glared daggers at the Captain's back, willing him to turn back around. "What the hell are you afraid of?"
Byakuya did turn back around at that, angrily. He did not usually lose his temper, but Renji had pushed more than one of his buttons. "This is entirely improper. You are nothing more to me than my subordinate, and we should act accordingly. No one looks kindly on misconduct." His words were as soft and even as ever, but there was a bite to them that Renji had never heard before. He knew that Byakuya was afraid of something regarding this, but he didn't really care about that. He could feel his own anger flaring up at being treated this way.
"Just a subordinate!? Are you shitting me?" Renji said, all but yelling the words. He could feel Byakuya's reiatsu flare around him, threatening to push him out of the room simply from the force of it. He stood against it, but he wasn't at a point where he'd be able to resist this forever. He knew it, and he knew that the Captain knew it.
Despite that, Renji moved back over to Byakuya, as fast as he could manage with the Captain so angry, and put both his hands on Byakuya's face. He stared into the other man's dark eyes and saw the fire in them. This was what he'd wanted, really; he'd wanted to make Byakuya feel. And if all he could get him to feel was pissed off, then fine. He could handle that.
Their mouths met again. Byakuya had seen it coming a mile away, though he did nothing to stop it. Letting Renji kiss him felt like standing on a cliff's edge and feeling the rocks start to slip under his feet. He struggled with his own treasured self-control, trying to force the aloof facade to come back. It wasn't happening.
Byakuya's arms came up around Renji. His hands tightened in the cloth of the taller man's uniform for a minute as their tongues danced. Byakuya was not one to give up control, however. He did not push Renji away, but he did take control of the kiss, letting his tongue be the one to do the exploring.
Renji's arms wrapped easily around Byakuya. The Captain's anger faded, for the most part, and the kiss stretched on, hungrier than Renji would have thought it would be.
Finally, Byakuya pulled away and let go of Renji entirely. He looked into his Vice-captain's eyes and Renji saw a sadness there that he had failed to notice before. He suddenly felt concern for the Captain, though he couldn't say why. There really was so much about Byakuya that he didn't know.
"Taichou..." he began, but Byakuya shook his head.
"No. Renji, I cannot do this."
"Why? Who will know? Who would care?"
Byakuya stared at him. How little he knew! "It does not matter. This cannot continue. I was wrong to bring you here. You must forgive me for that. Please leave now."
He turned away again, making his point clear. Renji glared at him again, but he couldn't bring his anger back entirely. He was puzzled by the sadness he had found in Byakuya's gaze. It had been almost fathomless, and Renji wanted to comfort him, to keep him safe and held away from whatever had caused it. But Byakuya would have none of it.
"Please leave," he said again, more insistent.
Renji realized that it wasn't an order. It was a request. He moved over to Byakuya and moved to place a hand on his shoulder. In the end, he didn't. He simply nodded, as if the Captain could see.
"...All right, Taichou. But I'm not going to let this go so easily," he said. He turned, then, and left, closing the door behind him.
Byakuya's eyes slid closed. He walked over to the bed and sat down on it, burying his face in his hands. He could not imagine what had come over him to allow this impropriety in the first place. He had not realized the extent of his feelings toward his Vice-captain until tonight. He had thought about this sort of thing before. He knew Renji would have no objections; the redhead was certainly not subtle. But he should not have allowed it at all. He had thought that he could handle it, but once the feel of it had hit him full-force, it was....it was too much, and far too fast. He could lose himself in this feeling too easily, and that would not do.
He wanted to vow never to let anything like this happen between them again, but he had not missed Renji's words before he left.
I'm not letting this go.
Byakuya sighed. He wondered how long he could simply avoid Renji. Of course, that was a silly thought. He couldn't avoid his own Vice-captain, even if he wanted to. He'd just have to keep his perfect porcelain mask in place a little better from now on.
Though, he had the feeling that it was going to change nothing. There was that kiss between them now, and the memory of their tongues dancing so fiercely. He knew Renji would prove true to his word on the subject, and that left him, for once, at somewhat of a loss.
He shook his head and thought of the last inappropriate relationship he'd had. He had loved Hisana, there could be no doubts of that. What he felt for Renji...it was much different. He didn't know how to handle it properly, so he would do the next best thing.
He would simply...ignore it. That, he was sure, was his only option.