Chire, Renji Chapter 2
Well, i'm posting up the 2nd chapter in the story 'Chire, Renji'.drabbleandfluff has helped me out in like loads. I'm really really indebted. So on with the show.
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Well, hi there everyone, I’m here with a new chapter. I’d like to thank Drabble&Fluff who helped me out a lot. So a big shout out of gratitude and thanks to Drabble&Fluff for everything and I hope we continue, and now on with the show.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Bleach but like every other fan I wish I had Byakuya and renji for my own, sigh but dreams well be nothing but bitter-sweet dreams. ^_^
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(Back at Renji’s Apartment)
Renji burst in though the door of his apartment and slammed it shut again behind him; ignoring the loud racket it made. He leaned against the door trying to catch his breath, trying to adjust his aching hard-on; but hissed instead as it gave a painful throb, desperate for relief.
Pushing away from the front door, he made his way toward his bedroom. Once there, he leaned against an empty wall and quickly pulled his shihakushô from his hakama and untied the sash with his left hand. Raising his right hand, he pulled at the lapels of his uniform with a desperate yank; eager to have it off his shoulders, leaving it to bunch up at the elbow.
Letting his mind drift to recalling nights of passion spent with his lover; the redhead saw Byakuya in his mind’s eye. He envisioned his love, with lust filled eyes of molten silver, flushed cheeks and moist, kiss swollen lips. He saw those lips move and heard Byakuya’s stern voice order him: “Suck”.
Renji slowly brought his fingers up to his mouth, slightly stroking at his lips… just like how Byakuya’s fingers would feel on them; before slipping two inside his mouth.
Feeling those fingers being drenched enough he slowly pulled them out of his mouth; only to teasingly drag them over his lower lip, snagging on it, pulling it lower and letting it jump back to place with a slight pop.
Renji’s hand moved lower over his throat; caressing it, raking it with blunt nails as he heard his taicho’s voice whispering in his mind; urging him on. The redhead couldn’t help but moan breathily. He canted his head back to allow for more access; for more flesh to be available to his taicho’s elegant hands… and he was rewarded with another scrape of nails that teased at his sensitive skin.
The familiar fingertips moved lower; the thumb halting its journey down his chest to rub at his collar bone, in soft languid strokes… while another two fingers are long enough to reach his bronze nipples. These two fingers are more aggressive; they teased the sensitive peaks relentlessly, bringing them to a hard bud immediately… and having achieved their goal so easily; they reward with the sharp scrape of fingernails.
“Yes, just like that,” Renji moaned, too far gone in his fantasy. “Harder, plea……” his plea cut by a gasp, as his fingers twisted a nipple.
“You are so beautiful in your abandon, my Renji,” came the raven beauty’s whisper.
Renji’s other hand was equally occupied, idly stroking his cock; with just enough stimulation to pitch him forward, but not enough to tip him beyond. The redhead wanted nothing but release, to come hot and hard; but at the same time he wanted to drag it out a little bit longer.
A chuckle sounded through his fogged senses. “Patience my stray; I, too, crave no other satisfaction, but only with your patience may we taste your wine.”
The redhead hissed in ever increasing arousal; knowing his taicho was never one for the ‘fast and dirty’, there was always teasing… delayed gratification… and Renji had to admit, it made orgasm so much more satisfying.
Ah, but he had places to be… so Taicho would just have to humor him a bit today.
Hurrying his taicho along, Renji gave his cock a slight squeeze and a faster stroke. He’d already been hard for so long; that he knew this would be over in a matter of minutes.
“More, I need more…… Byakuya,” Renji pleaded desperately with the image of his lover.
“Spread your legs open Renji,” whispered the sultry voice, “…wider my love, I want you to prepare yourself. Show me your wantonness. How badly do you want me, Renji?”
With a harsh moan, as his legs finally gave out on him, Renji slid down the wall. Leaning back, bracing his shoulders against the wood for support; the redhead spread his legs apart as far as they could go. Taking his fingers in his mouth quickly once more, he sucked on them until saliva saturated the digits. His hand traced its previous pattern over his chest, washboard abs, teasing his navel and dragging through the wiry trail of hair. Slightly caressing his cock; it dipped down further to ghost over his balls towards that puckered opening. His breath caught in a gasp as he pushed in one finger first. Stroking his walls, he eagerly pushed in a second and then a third. A hoarse cry ripped from his throat as he found and massaged his prostate. Soon he was fucking himself; riding his fingers, imaging them to be his Byakuya’s cock.
“Byakuya, Byakuya, Byakuya,” he began to chant.
A fresh picture came to his mind; that of his raven haired lover, drenched in sweat and lying beneath him as the redhead rode his taicho’s cock to completion. Byakuya was barely hanging on to coherency as Renji ground his ass down to his taicho’s slender hips in desperate need… gasps and groans filled the humid bedroom air as they peaked together… heavy cries and hot come spilling over flushed and sweaty skin…
The image was exactly what he needed; Renji pumped up hard into his fist, and down fiercely onto the long calloused fingers inside… fucking himself harder… and all too soon, he came in his own hand… a loud and satisfying groan echoed through his bedroom.
Panting harshly to catch his breath, he rested his head against the wall behind him. Renji opened his eyes languidly. Sated and satisfied he looked around; his gaze landing upon the clock on the low table next to his futon. ’45 minutes left, eh? I think that’s enough time for me to clean up’ he mused to himself as he looked over his body and the mess.
He sighed heavily, “even after this, I still can’t help wanting Byakuya right now. I’m such a slut.” Then Renji chuckled; recalling a conversation they’d had after Byakuya had fucked him hard into the futon, “but I’m his slut.”
‘Well, Renji, ya better stop musing and get moving. Taicho ain’t gonna like it if yer late again.’ After a few more minutes, Renji pushed himself off the wall and went to clean himself up in his bathroom.
He grinned satisfactorily; at least now, he’d be able to keep his attention on the sparring match and not be distracted by his taicho.
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