Fresh Ink, Part 6 (Renji/Byakuya AU)
Before I fly away to Asia, here' s a treat for all you patient "Fresh Ink" fans!
Title: Fresh Ink (Part 6)
Authors:
joyinthedance and
gogochan
Characters: Renji x Byakuya
Genre: University!AU, Romance, multi-chapter
Rating: NC-17 like WOAH.
Disclaimer: Bleach is not mine. The university was, though. ^_^
A/N: I know it’s unforgivably late; I’m sorry; don’t remind me. You’ll probably want to read Part 5 again to refresh yourselves. The lovely lemon-lime flavor you're tasting is all brought to you by
gogochan, who resuced me when my smut muse flew the coop Enjoy!
The delicious meal dissolved whatever traces of tension might have remained between them. Though the wine probably didn't hurt either, Byakuya considered.
"I know where we can go now," Renji said. "But it's a surprise."
Byakuya raised a skeptical eyebrow.
Renji grinned. "You'll like this one."
Byakuya was dubious, but he suspected that Renji was testing him, and failing tests was simply not in his vocabulary. They walked back down the sidewalk in the direction of Byakuya's apartment. When they got to the corner of High Street, Renji stopped, a strange mischief dancing in his eyes.
"Okay, for this part I'll have to blindfold you."
Byakuya couldn't believe his ears. He stared dumbly at the redhead, who was grinning like a cat.
"You'll have to…Renji, you can't be serious. We are not going to play some ridiculous game in the middle of town! Will you look around? There are people everywhere!"
"Oooh, people, scary!" Renji teased. "Don't worry, they'll all figure it's just some kinda initiation thing. You college guys do that shit all the time, right?"
Ordinarily, Byakuya would have died before getting within ten feet of a blindfold. But he couldn't afford to get in another argument, not after he had come so close to possibly losing Renji forever. For some reason completely contrary to his better judgment, Byakuya reluctantly decided to go with it.
"May I ask why this is necessary?"
"Because," Renji whispered, as he tied his own bandana around Byakuya's eyes, "you're the enemy."
This was making less and less sense all the time, thought Byakuya, whose remark "Must we act like ten-year-olds?" came out more like a whine than he had intended. Renji patted him on the head. Being blindfolded was thoroughly disconcerting, and he only really let Renji lead him once he had come to terms with the fact that no, he could not see where he was going. Eventually, he was led through several doors and into a palpably dark, narrow space.
"Okay, these are stairs," said Renji.
Byakuya would have figured that out soon enough, but he didn't expect the creaky staircase to spiral upward for quite so long. It seemed endless. The darkness was double-thick through the blindfold and the dim stairwell, and he might have even been a bit nervous without Renji's firm hold on his hand.
A blast of cold air swept over them, and the darkness changed color. "All right, you can look now," Renji said, taking the blindfold off.
Byakuya blinked as his surroundings registered. They were standing at the top of Harkness tower, looking down over the night-colored town.
"How did you learn to sneak up here?" he said, voice quiet with awe. Only a handful of students actually had access to this place, and he himself had never been.
Renji's proud expression somehow made him look even younger. "When my friends and I were kids we used to pretend we had our own secret society. We were a fearless renegade band preparing to wage war on the rich college students. We had a Robin Hood phase, and a ninja phase, a military phase...but the game was always the same, really. We snuck into buildings and figured out how to climb all the towers on campus."
"Did you ever get caught?"
"Of course we did! That was half the fun."
The view was incredible. Two hundred feet below, the campus seemed impossibly small, the college courtyards like tiny gothic dollhouses nestled in the much larger grid of places Byakuya had never been. The to-and-fro bustle of students on the sidewalks paled next to the bright ribbons of headlights on the roads, flowing into blazing current of the highway. Far to the distance lay vague dark masses that must have been forests, and another that was clearly the Atlantic. He could see, window-lit and miniature, every building in which he'd lived for the past seven years. As he gazed out over the scintillating lights, he felt the warmth of Renji's arms encircling him.
"This is amazing," he said. "I can't believe I've been here so long and never knew what it really looked like."
"You've never really lived here," Renji replied. And Byakuya supposed that that was true.
Renji was also admiring the panorama. "Ya know, you can see things better during the day," he said pensively, "but still, I think that tonight is the most beautiful I've ever seen this view."
"Really?"
Renji met his eyes. "It's 'cause you're in it."
Byakuya paused, unsure how to respond. "Please don't tell me you planned that line."
"Okay, so I'm no Byron," Renji grinned sheepishly. "Maybe it was cheesy, but it worked."
"What do you mean?"
"You're blushing."
"No I'm not."
Renji touched Byakuya's cheek lightly. "Yeah, ya are." He tilted Byakuya's chin up and drew him into a soft kiss. At least, it began that way. With Renji nothing ever stayed soft for very long. The too-brief taste of each other in the classroom and the tension from their minor conflict had brewed over the course of the afternoon into an almost desperate desire that rose to the surface as their open mouths connected.
"So you're not mad at me, then, I take it?" Renji said.
Byakuya shook his head. He found himself captivated by the way the wind played with Renji's hair, fanning it like a fire.
"You had me worried for awhile there. I wasn't sure if you wanted to keep me around after I was crampin' your elitist style."
"You were worried?" Byakuya said, coming halfway back to reality. "For a minute I was certain you were going to walk out on me in the restaurant."
Renji scoffed. "Like hell if I would give this up just 'cuz your snobby ass had to deal with a little embarrassment." He shrugged. "So you had a hissy fit. I can take that crap. You're worth it." He slipped his hands inside Byakuya's coat. "Plus, to be honest, it's kind of a turn-on."
"What is?"
"Your whole thing with being proper an' all. It's kind of, like…a challenge. It's no fun to break rules with someone who doesn't care about them anyway, ya know?"
"I was afraid you were going to say that I'm cute when I'm angry."
Renji laughed. "That too. But you said it, not me."
Byakuya felt a strategically placed knee between his legs and a pair of icy cold hands migrating up his shirt. It struck him as odd that Renji's hands should be so cold, since he seemed to radiate fire all the time, but that's what a Connecticut November will do.
"Your hands are freezing," Byakuya commented.
"Tell me about it. That's why I thought I'd warm them up." He gave Byakuya's butt a playful squeeze. "They're much happier now."
Byakuya quickly buried his own hands under Renji’s shirt. A shiver snaked its way down the redhead’s spine. He reflexively pulled Byakuya closer to him until their bodies were nearly flush with one another.
“Kiss me…” Renji whispered, his breath a welcome warmth against Byakuya’s mouth.
Byakuya responded instantly, this time leading the kiss. He felt his head start to spin as he lost himself in the wet bliss of Renji’s mouth and tongue. The bitter wind whipped against his neck and ears, prompting him to shudder for a moment before delving deeper into the heated kiss. He could feel Renji smiling against his lips.
“I like it when you get all hot n’ bothered,” the redhead murmured.
Byakuya rolled his eyes in response, but couldn’t hold back the small grin that tugged at his pleasantly swollen lips.
Another gust of wind made Byakuya’s shoulders tense up. He wriggled closer to Renji, leaning his forehead against the base of the redhead’s throat. Renji brought his left hand-now nice and toasty from Byakuya’s body heat-up to warm the long, pale neck.
Renji dipped his other hand under the waistband of Byakuya’s crisp, khaki pants. The tattoo artist’s strong fingers dug into the tight curve of Byakuya’s ass, pulling the smaller man forward until they each felt the delicious swell of the other’s hardness.
Renji gripped Byakuya’s ass harder, grinding their erections together while he attacked Byakuya’s beautiful neck with fiery kisses and teasing nips.
"Renji…" Byakuya's voice was thick with desire, even muffled as it was against the other man's chest.
“Having fun?” the redhead said teasingly into his lover’s ear, following the whispered words with playful licks and little bites.
The older man answered by snuggling closer, meeting the hard thrust of Renji’s trapped arousal with a sinuous-but no less insistent-twist of his hips.
“I’ll take that as a ‘yes,’” Renji growled, fastening his teeth around Byakuya’s quickened pulse.
Byakuya flinched slightly, feeling foolish, but at the same time not wanting to be marked by something as incriminating as a hickey. Or at least not there. He was starting to trust Renji to the point where the redhead could bite just about anywhere, as long as he kept it below the shirt collar.
Renji began stepping forward slowly, keeping Byakuya pressed against him as he encouraged the smaller man to walk backward across the roof.
Byakuya craned his neck to give Renji a quizzical look.
“Trust me,” the redhead murmured, steering them back toward the stairwell in hopes that the brick wall would provide a buffer from some of the chill. “It’ll be warmer over here,” he explained.
The wind whipped above them. It was still cold. Too cold for sex on the rooftop, Byakuya thought. Apparently, Renji disagreed.
"Clothes stay on," Byakuya was a bit breathless as Renji fumbled with his belt buckle.
"Relax…no one can see us up here." Renji unbuttoned and unzipped Byakuya’s pants in one deft movement.
"It's thirty degrees!" Byakuya countered, tensing as cold air hit delicate skin.
"This'll be warm," Renji promised, before dropping to one knee in front of his lover. He chuckled at the sight of the Byakuya’s boxers. The light was dim…but still, there was no mistaking that…
“What?” Byakuya hissed.
“Pink boxers?” Renji asked, unable to keep the amusement from his voice.
“They came from a fashionable men’s shop, I’ll have you know,” he said somewhat defensively, making a mental note to get rid of all pastel underwear the moment he returned home.
“Uhuh…” Renji licked the taut skin just about the elastic waistband.
“Well,” he said, inching them down to expose more of Byakuya’s supple flesh. “I’d say they’re cute...but that kind of preppy shit-on you-is jus’ fuckin’ hot.” Strong fingers began fondling Byakuya’s arousal through his pants.
“Kinda goes wit’ the whole cherry blossom theme…” Renji lifted the corner of Byakuya’s shirt to reveal the new tattoo. The redhead grasped the other man’s slender hips, nipping gently at the protruding bone before licking the tattoo with long, languid strokes. “Ya got no idea how fuckin’ sexy you are…”
The unbridled hunger in Renji’s voice made Byakuya’s knees buckle. That, and the way the redhead’s sinful tongue kept twirling around his belly button.
Renji pushed Byakuya firmly against the wall, tugging his pants and boxers down just enough to free his straining erection. Renji blew on the tip as a quick tease and then eagerly dipped his tongue into the glistening slit.
Byakuya shivered. While he knew that very soon he’d be enveloped in that most blissful warmth, one untimely gust of wind had nearly chilled him to the bone (no pun intended). Renji took pity on the exposed flesh, taking the bulk of Byakuya’s long shaft in one hand while he swirled his tongue around the moistened tip.
Renji was teasing his lover on purpose, keeping him distracted while he fished around for the small bottle he’d stowed in his jacket pocket.
Having found the buried treasure, he ceased his teasing ministrations and plunged his mouth over Byakuya’s throbbing length until the tip bounced against the soft cushion of his throat.
Renji took advantage of Byakuya’s gasp and jerking hips to lightly coat one hand with the special lubricant. Renji pulled up and bobbed his head a few times, applying a considerable amount of suction, before covering the erection with his lubricant-coated hand.
His mouth moved back to tease the weeping slit and torture the tip while his calloused palm stroked the shaft, coating it in flavored lube that grew warm to the touch.
Byakuya’s sculpted eyebrows practically hit his hairline as he arched into what felt like liquid fire. Renji pushed his hips back with his free hand, sucking Byakuya deep into his throat at the same time.
“Renji!” he panted, “W-what…is…that?” His fingernails scraped uselessly over the rough wall.
“Lube…” the redhead answered casually, his mouth still wrapped around the sensitive head of Byakuya’s cock. “Tingles, eh?”
“Mmmm,” was all he got from the brunet in response.
“Tastes good, too,” Renji mumbled, licking Byakuya’s cock like a lollipop, paying special attention to the thick, pulsing vein.
Renji gripped Byakuya’s manhood tighter and quickened the pace of his strokes. He cocked his head and looked up, bright auburn eyes meeting Byakuya’s cool grays. “Cherry flavor…” he said with a smirk, “I wanted ya to taste like yer tattoo.”
Byakuya caught the smoldering fire in Renji’s eyes and thought he might just melt right then and there. He’d never had a lover that was so passionate, or…so creative.
“You still cold?” Renji asked, as a very different kind of shiver snaked its way down Byakuya’s lean frame.
“No…” Byakuya nearly moaned as he was engulfed once more by that hot, slick mouth.
"Is this to make up for embarrassing me in front of Ukitake," he asked, "or my reward for letting you blindfold me?"
Renji responded with two delicious swirls of his tongue. Did that mean both? Or just the second one? Probably the latter; Renji wouldn't want to apologize that easily.
Renji's mouth was good for something after all. The hot wet warmth of it, the way his tongue worked all the right places…it was beyond heavenly. He closed his eyes and curled his fingers into the thick red hair.
Renji paused momentarily to shift his weight to the other knee, using Byakuya’s hips for purchase and tugging the khaki pants down a bit more for good measure. He kept Byakuya’s arousal firmly sheathed in his mouth while he gently massaged the heavy sac, loving how it twitched and tightened in his hand.
The redhead smiled around his lover’s length, letting his teeth scrape lightly against the silky flesh. Renji had yet to see the reserved graduate student completely let go, but by the way those slender hips were quivering…and how those long fingers were gripping and pulling his hair…Renji figured he was off to a damn good start.
He felt Byakuya’s arousal get even harder. Before his lover got too close, Renji slipped two fingers through Byakuya’s legs to press at the small, puckered opening. The older man bit the sleeve of his coat to muffle a moan as he rocked his pelvis in pleasure.
Renji pulled his mouth away, ignoring the slight whimper from above as he trailed his tongue around the nubby crease just below the tip.
“I want to hear you, ‘Kuya,” he said in a singsong voice as he thrust the two fingers into Byakuya’s tight entrance.
Renji was rewarded with a sharp cry, followed soon after by a low moan.
“Renji!” Byakuya’s lean legs nearly gave out the moment the inquisitive fingers connected with his “sweet spot.” He gripped the redhead’s thick, muscular shoulders to steady himself-which was just what Renji wanted.
The calloused fingers ceased their intimate ministrations in order to hook into Byakuya’s belt loops. With one swift tug, Renji had the smaller man in his lap.
“Renji, you’re going to make us both filthy.” Byakuya eyed the dirty rooftop with obvious disdain.
“That’s my plan!” The redhead countered happily, hoisting Byakuya by the waist and shoving them both forward so that the smaller man was on his hands and knees before he had a chance to protest.
Of course, Byakuya did protest.
“Renji!” he hissed, quickly shifting to his knees as he gingerly wiped his hands clean on his dark coat.
“Now don’t go throwin’ another of ya hissy fits,” Renji cooed into his ear, reaching around to reclaim Byakuya’s sticky arousal.
Byakuya threw his head back as he felt even more of that ingenious warming potion slathered over his length.
“Do ya know how bad I want ya?” Renji whispered, as he pressed the neglected swell of his arousal into the small of Byakuya’s back.
Byakuya loved to hear the need in Renji’s voice. He reached back to thread his fingers through the tousled red hair, pulling Renji into a searing kiss. He could taste the sweet tang of cherry on the redhead’s full lips.
“I’m not sure that I do,” Byakuya teased, “So…I think you should show me just how badly you want me….”
That was all Renji needed to hear.
In a flash, he had his jeans down far enough to free his throbbing erection. He dabbed a bit of the warming lotion on his own cock before quickly rolling on a condom. More of the tingly lube was then spread over the sheath.
Byakuya had kept himself more or less covered until the last possible minute, causing Renji to grab the man’s pants and boxers and unceremoniously yank them down. One hand reached around to grasp Byakuya’s length while the other guided his straining arousal to the tight, puckered entrance.
Renji worked the first few inches of his girth in gently until Byakuya tipped his beautiful head back and said, “I thought you said you wanted me bad…" It was gramatically incorrect, he knew, to repeat Renji's usage, but he decided he liked the rougher sound of the adjective better in this situation.
With a grin and growl, Renji jerked his hips forward, burying himself completely with one sharp thrust.
Byakuya gasped in pleasure at the feeling of being filled so quickly. Renji gave him but a moment to adjust before he began to move, timing his thrusts to match the heavy strokes on the brunette’s weeping cock.
The impact of flesh on flesh made the normally reserved graduate student shudder in ecstasy. Byakuya leaned into each thrust, forcing Renji deeper and deeper, the bracing cold all but forgotten in the heat of the moment.
“Fuck…” Renji panted, resting his forehead in the crook of Byakuya’s shoulder. “Feels so…ngghh…good…and…tight.”
He angled his hips to reach Byakuya’s prostate, squeezing the man’s cock almost fiercely as Byakuya let out cry that registered somewhere between pleasure and pain.
The warming lotion that slicked his insides had intensified the pool of molten heat in his core to the point where fire seemed to lick at each nerve and course through every vein.
Renji had wanted this to last, but he could tell they were both dangerously close to completion.
Suddenly, the chimes rang out.
"Oh god….it's eight." Byakuya’s eyes snapped open.
"Yeah?" Renji continued moving, albeit a bit more gently.
"I told Orihime I'd meet with her at eight."
"Oh shit, you're right."
"Damn…I really do have to go." Byakuya shook his head dazedly, as if trying to clear the glaze of lust from his eyes.
“It’s not eight o’clock just yet!” Renji growled. “We are going to finish this!”
The chimes were still ringing with the clanging song they played at the start of each hour. They had yet to begin the slow solo chimes that would announce the official arrival of eight o’clock.
Renji pushed Byakuya abruptly forward so that his hands slapped against the cold roof.
“Brace yourself…” was all he said before pulling out sharply and slamming back in so that he pounded into Byakuya’s prostate. He then grasped Byakuya’s hip with enough force to bruise the pale skin as he began to fuck the smaller man hard and fast.
Clang. The doom-clock began its steady countdown.
“Seven…seconds…left…” Renji gritted his teeth as he gripped Byakuya’s length unmercifully and made sure to angle his hips with each fevered thrust.
Clang.
Somehow, Byakuya was able to accept this onslaught and still look graceful. His back arched like a dancer’s; his head was thrown back in sheer ecstasy as low moans and little cries spilled from his sensual lips.
Clang.
The feral noises tumbling out of Renji’s mouth were anything but graceful or beautiful. Soon, even the basest expletives dissolved into animalistic grunts and groans.
Clang.
Renji stepped up the frenzied pace, pounding into Byakuya with an insane need to beat the clock. Byakuya’s erection began to pulse as his pre-essence dribbled continuously over Renji’s fingers. Byakuya was close…so close….
Clang.
“Renji… Renji… Renji…” Byakuya was reduced to moaning his lover’s name over and over again like a mantra as the fire racing through his body convinced him must find his release immediately or spontaneously combust.
He couldn’t take one second more of the torturous pleasure. With a full-body gasp, he stiffened, his vision obscured by white light as he tightened reflexively around Renji’s throbbing member and convulsed in a blissful, drawn-out release.
Clang.
Feeling Byakuya’s squeeze his member almost painfully and watching his beautiful lover ride out one hell of a release was more than enough to send Renji over the edge. He howled in pure ecstasy, filling his lover even further with his seed, gasping as those tight muscles milked the last bit of his earth-shattering orgasm.
Clang.
“Ha…. One…second…to…spare.” Renji fought to regain his breath, his body now overheated form the exertion. “That was…fuckin’…incredible.”
Byakuya said nothing. His brain was still floating along on cloud nine. Had Renji’s strong arm not been wrapped around his waist, he would have collapsed onto the gritty, weather worn roof.
Clang.
Renji groaned, easing himself out of Byakuya and peeling off the condom. He got up stiffly and then helped Byakuya to his understandably wobbly feet.
“Now it’s eight o’clock.” Renji grinned, rather proud of their frenetic encounter, already considering it to be the mother of all quickies.
Cleanup was a hurried endeavor. "I told you, Renji, this is what happens when weekdays and weekends mix…" Byakuya said, letting Renji's still-warm hands pull his boxers and khakis up over his hips. He frantically straightened his clothes as best he could and searched his pockets for any shiny thing he could use as a mirror. "Damn, I can't find my comb."
"Shut up, you look great. Actually, you look sexier with your hair messed up like that."
Byakuya shot him a disapproving glare as they hurried down the rickety spiral staircase. He couldn't decide whether the indignity of running and showing up in a disheveled mess would be worth the extra minutes he would save. He decided against it: after all, Orihime might herself be late, but she most certainly would not be disheveled. Fortunately his office was right across the street.
"Renji," he said, taking his hand once more before crossing the road, "thank you."
"For publicly humiliating you, and then making you late?" He laughed. "Don't mention it."
They smiled, and kissed again, a brief but confident kiss. Then, letting go of Renji's warm hand, Byakuya headed inside and tried his best to change mental gears and think about Milton. It wasn't working very well, however, as he was distracted by a persistent itch in his pants. He hadn't had the time to remove all of Renji's tingle-lube, and was now suffering the potentially embarrassing consequences. He had to resist the urge to scratch himself crudely as he walked towards his office door.
Orihime was waiting by the door with a smile when he arrived. "Hi Byakuya!" she chirped. Suddenly she seemed confused as she looked at him. "Is everything okay?"
Byakuya felt a slight tremor of unease. "Everything is fine," he said stiffly. "Why?" He followed her gaze to the front of his pants and nearly died then and there. He had foolishly left Renji responsible for pulling his pants back on, and the redhead had apparently forgotten -- or, possibly, deliberately neglected -- a certain final step. It was the second time in one evening that Byakuya regretted the purchase of those pink boxers. Orihime just looked at her teacher's open fly (which he was secretly struggling not to scratch), and back at his rapidly reddening cheeks, and smiled an equally embarrassed smile. Byakuya did not smile, but turned his back to the girl and zipped his pants with a quick tug.
"Orihime," he said soberly when he faced her again, "How would you feel if I gave you an extension?"
The student beamed at him shyly, but the gleam in her eyes was knowing. "Oh thank you, thank you very much!"
Byakuya, still blushing hopelessly, tried his best to look dignified and official. "It won't happen again."
No, it most certainly would not. Next time he let Renji fuck him senseless on a freezing cold rooftop, he'd at least make sure to examine his zipper. And not to wear anything pink ever again. That is, outside of the bedroom.
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Title: Fresh Ink (Part 6)
Authors:
joyinthedance and
gogochan
Characters: Renji x Byakuya
Genre: University!AU, Romance, multi-chapter
Rating: NC-17 like WOAH.
Disclaimer: Bleach is not mine. The university was, though. ^_^
A/N: I know it’s unforgivably late; I’m sorry; don’t remind me. You’ll probably want to read Part 5 again to refresh yourselves. The lovely lemon-lime flavor you're tasting is all brought to you by
gogochan, who resuced me when my smut muse flew the coop Enjoy!
The delicious meal dissolved whatever traces of tension might have remained between them. Though the wine probably didn't hurt either, Byakuya considered.
"I know where we can go now," Renji said. "But it's a surprise."
Byakuya raised a skeptical eyebrow.
Renji grinned. "You'll like this one."
Byakuya was dubious, but he suspected that Renji was testing him, and failing tests was simply not in his vocabulary. They walked back down the sidewalk in the direction of Byakuya's apartment. When they got to the corner of High Street, Renji stopped, a strange mischief dancing in his eyes.
"Okay, for this part I'll have to blindfold you."
Byakuya couldn't believe his ears. He stared dumbly at the redhead, who was grinning like a cat.
"You'll have to…Renji, you can't be serious. We are not going to play some ridiculous game in the middle of town! Will you look around? There are people everywhere!"
"Oooh, people, scary!" Renji teased. "Don't worry, they'll all figure it's just some kinda initiation thing. You college guys do that shit all the time, right?"
Ordinarily, Byakuya would have died before getting within ten feet of a blindfold. But he couldn't afford to get in another argument, not after he had come so close to possibly losing Renji forever. For some reason completely contrary to his better judgment, Byakuya reluctantly decided to go with it.
"May I ask why this is necessary?"
"Because," Renji whispered, as he tied his own bandana around Byakuya's eyes, "you're the enemy."
This was making less and less sense all the time, thought Byakuya, whose remark "Must we act like ten-year-olds?" came out more like a whine than he had intended. Renji patted him on the head. Being blindfolded was thoroughly disconcerting, and he only really let Renji lead him once he had come to terms with the fact that no, he could not see where he was going. Eventually, he was led through several doors and into a palpably dark, narrow space.
"Okay, these are stairs," said Renji.
Byakuya would have figured that out soon enough, but he didn't expect the creaky staircase to spiral upward for quite so long. It seemed endless. The darkness was double-thick through the blindfold and the dim stairwell, and he might have even been a bit nervous without Renji's firm hold on his hand.
A blast of cold air swept over them, and the darkness changed color. "All right, you can look now," Renji said, taking the blindfold off.
Byakuya blinked as his surroundings registered. They were standing at the top of Harkness tower, looking down over the night-colored town.
"How did you learn to sneak up here?" he said, voice quiet with awe. Only a handful of students actually had access to this place, and he himself had never been.
Renji's proud expression somehow made him look even younger. "When my friends and I were kids we used to pretend we had our own secret society. We were a fearless renegade band preparing to wage war on the rich college students. We had a Robin Hood phase, and a ninja phase, a military phase...but the game was always the same, really. We snuck into buildings and figured out how to climb all the towers on campus."
"Did you ever get caught?"
"Of course we did! That was half the fun."
The view was incredible. Two hundred feet below, the campus seemed impossibly small, the college courtyards like tiny gothic dollhouses nestled in the much larger grid of places Byakuya had never been. The to-and-fro bustle of students on the sidewalks paled next to the bright ribbons of headlights on the roads, flowing into blazing current of the highway. Far to the distance lay vague dark masses that must have been forests, and another that was clearly the Atlantic. He could see, window-lit and miniature, every building in which he'd lived for the past seven years. As he gazed out over the scintillating lights, he felt the warmth of Renji's arms encircling him.
"This is amazing," he said. "I can't believe I've been here so long and never knew what it really looked like."
"You've never really lived here," Renji replied. And Byakuya supposed that that was true.
Renji was also admiring the panorama. "Ya know, you can see things better during the day," he said pensively, "but still, I think that tonight is the most beautiful I've ever seen this view."
"Really?"
Renji met his eyes. "It's 'cause you're in it."
Byakuya paused, unsure how to respond. "Please don't tell me you planned that line."
"Okay, so I'm no Byron," Renji grinned sheepishly. "Maybe it was cheesy, but it worked."
"What do you mean?"
"You're blushing."
"No I'm not."
Renji touched Byakuya's cheek lightly. "Yeah, ya are." He tilted Byakuya's chin up and drew him into a soft kiss. At least, it began that way. With Renji nothing ever stayed soft for very long. The too-brief taste of each other in the classroom and the tension from their minor conflict had brewed over the course of the afternoon into an almost desperate desire that rose to the surface as their open mouths connected.
"So you're not mad at me, then, I take it?" Renji said.
Byakuya shook his head. He found himself captivated by the way the wind played with Renji's hair, fanning it like a fire.
"You had me worried for awhile there. I wasn't sure if you wanted to keep me around after I was crampin' your elitist style."
"You were worried?" Byakuya said, coming halfway back to reality. "For a minute I was certain you were going to walk out on me in the restaurant."
Renji scoffed. "Like hell if I would give this up just 'cuz your snobby ass had to deal with a little embarrassment." He shrugged. "So you had a hissy fit. I can take that crap. You're worth it." He slipped his hands inside Byakuya's coat. "Plus, to be honest, it's kind of a turn-on."
"What is?"
"Your whole thing with being proper an' all. It's kind of, like…a challenge. It's no fun to break rules with someone who doesn't care about them anyway, ya know?"
"I was afraid you were going to say that I'm cute when I'm angry."
Renji laughed. "That too. But you said it, not me."
Byakuya felt a strategically placed knee between his legs and a pair of icy cold hands migrating up his shirt. It struck him as odd that Renji's hands should be so cold, since he seemed to radiate fire all the time, but that's what a Connecticut November will do.
"Your hands are freezing," Byakuya commented.
"Tell me about it. That's why I thought I'd warm them up." He gave Byakuya's butt a playful squeeze. "They're much happier now."
Byakuya quickly buried his own hands under Renji’s shirt. A shiver snaked its way down the redhead’s spine. He reflexively pulled Byakuya closer to him until their bodies were nearly flush with one another.
“Kiss me…” Renji whispered, his breath a welcome warmth against Byakuya’s mouth.
Byakuya responded instantly, this time leading the kiss. He felt his head start to spin as he lost himself in the wet bliss of Renji’s mouth and tongue. The bitter wind whipped against his neck and ears, prompting him to shudder for a moment before delving deeper into the heated kiss. He could feel Renji smiling against his lips.
“I like it when you get all hot n’ bothered,” the redhead murmured.
Byakuya rolled his eyes in response, but couldn’t hold back the small grin that tugged at his pleasantly swollen lips.
Another gust of wind made Byakuya’s shoulders tense up. He wriggled closer to Renji, leaning his forehead against the base of the redhead’s throat. Renji brought his left hand-now nice and toasty from Byakuya’s body heat-up to warm the long, pale neck.
Renji dipped his other hand under the waistband of Byakuya’s crisp, khaki pants. The tattoo artist’s strong fingers dug into the tight curve of Byakuya’s ass, pulling the smaller man forward until they each felt the delicious swell of the other’s hardness.
Renji gripped Byakuya’s ass harder, grinding their erections together while he attacked Byakuya’s beautiful neck with fiery kisses and teasing nips.
"Renji…" Byakuya's voice was thick with desire, even muffled as it was against the other man's chest.
“Having fun?” the redhead said teasingly into his lover’s ear, following the whispered words with playful licks and little bites.
The older man answered by snuggling closer, meeting the hard thrust of Renji’s trapped arousal with a sinuous-but no less insistent-twist of his hips.
“I’ll take that as a ‘yes,’” Renji growled, fastening his teeth around Byakuya’s quickened pulse.
Byakuya flinched slightly, feeling foolish, but at the same time not wanting to be marked by something as incriminating as a hickey. Or at least not there. He was starting to trust Renji to the point where the redhead could bite just about anywhere, as long as he kept it below the shirt collar.
Renji began stepping forward slowly, keeping Byakuya pressed against him as he encouraged the smaller man to walk backward across the roof.
Byakuya craned his neck to give Renji a quizzical look.
“Trust me,” the redhead murmured, steering them back toward the stairwell in hopes that the brick wall would provide a buffer from some of the chill. “It’ll be warmer over here,” he explained.
The wind whipped above them. It was still cold. Too cold for sex on the rooftop, Byakuya thought. Apparently, Renji disagreed.
"Clothes stay on," Byakuya was a bit breathless as Renji fumbled with his belt buckle.
"Relax…no one can see us up here." Renji unbuttoned and unzipped Byakuya’s pants in one deft movement.
"It's thirty degrees!" Byakuya countered, tensing as cold air hit delicate skin.
"This'll be warm," Renji promised, before dropping to one knee in front of his lover. He chuckled at the sight of the Byakuya’s boxers. The light was dim…but still, there was no mistaking that…
“What?” Byakuya hissed.
“Pink boxers?” Renji asked, unable to keep the amusement from his voice.
“They came from a fashionable men’s shop, I’ll have you know,” he said somewhat defensively, making a mental note to get rid of all pastel underwear the moment he returned home.
“Uhuh…” Renji licked the taut skin just about the elastic waistband.
“Well,” he said, inching them down to expose more of Byakuya’s supple flesh. “I’d say they’re cute...but that kind of preppy shit-on you-is jus’ fuckin’ hot.” Strong fingers began fondling Byakuya’s arousal through his pants.
“Kinda goes wit’ the whole cherry blossom theme…” Renji lifted the corner of Byakuya’s shirt to reveal the new tattoo. The redhead grasped the other man’s slender hips, nipping gently at the protruding bone before licking the tattoo with long, languid strokes. “Ya got no idea how fuckin’ sexy you are…”
The unbridled hunger in Renji’s voice made Byakuya’s knees buckle. That, and the way the redhead’s sinful tongue kept twirling around his belly button.
Renji pushed Byakuya firmly against the wall, tugging his pants and boxers down just enough to free his straining erection. Renji blew on the tip as a quick tease and then eagerly dipped his tongue into the glistening slit.
Byakuya shivered. While he knew that very soon he’d be enveloped in that most blissful warmth, one untimely gust of wind had nearly chilled him to the bone (no pun intended). Renji took pity on the exposed flesh, taking the bulk of Byakuya’s long shaft in one hand while he swirled his tongue around the moistened tip.
Renji was teasing his lover on purpose, keeping him distracted while he fished around for the small bottle he’d stowed in his jacket pocket.
Having found the buried treasure, he ceased his teasing ministrations and plunged his mouth over Byakuya’s throbbing length until the tip bounced against the soft cushion of his throat.
Renji took advantage of Byakuya’s gasp and jerking hips to lightly coat one hand with the special lubricant. Renji pulled up and bobbed his head a few times, applying a considerable amount of suction, before covering the erection with his lubricant-coated hand.
His mouth moved back to tease the weeping slit and torture the tip while his calloused palm stroked the shaft, coating it in flavored lube that grew warm to the touch.
Byakuya’s sculpted eyebrows practically hit his hairline as he arched into what felt like liquid fire. Renji pushed his hips back with his free hand, sucking Byakuya deep into his throat at the same time.
“Renji!” he panted, “W-what…is…that?” His fingernails scraped uselessly over the rough wall.
“Lube…” the redhead answered casually, his mouth still wrapped around the sensitive head of Byakuya’s cock. “Tingles, eh?”
“Mmmm,” was all he got from the brunet in response.
“Tastes good, too,” Renji mumbled, licking Byakuya’s cock like a lollipop, paying special attention to the thick, pulsing vein.
Renji gripped Byakuya’s manhood tighter and quickened the pace of his strokes. He cocked his head and looked up, bright auburn eyes meeting Byakuya’s cool grays. “Cherry flavor…” he said with a smirk, “I wanted ya to taste like yer tattoo.”
Byakuya caught the smoldering fire in Renji’s eyes and thought he might just melt right then and there. He’d never had a lover that was so passionate, or…so creative.
“You still cold?” Renji asked, as a very different kind of shiver snaked its way down Byakuya’s lean frame.
“No…” Byakuya nearly moaned as he was engulfed once more by that hot, slick mouth.
"Is this to make up for embarrassing me in front of Ukitake," he asked, "or my reward for letting you blindfold me?"
Renji responded with two delicious swirls of his tongue. Did that mean both? Or just the second one? Probably the latter; Renji wouldn't want to apologize that easily.
Renji's mouth was good for something after all. The hot wet warmth of it, the way his tongue worked all the right places…it was beyond heavenly. He closed his eyes and curled his fingers into the thick red hair.
Renji paused momentarily to shift his weight to the other knee, using Byakuya’s hips for purchase and tugging the khaki pants down a bit more for good measure. He kept Byakuya’s arousal firmly sheathed in his mouth while he gently massaged the heavy sac, loving how it twitched and tightened in his hand.
The redhead smiled around his lover’s length, letting his teeth scrape lightly against the silky flesh. Renji had yet to see the reserved graduate student completely let go, but by the way those slender hips were quivering…and how those long fingers were gripping and pulling his hair…Renji figured he was off to a damn good start.
He felt Byakuya’s arousal get even harder. Before his lover got too close, Renji slipped two fingers through Byakuya’s legs to press at the small, puckered opening. The older man bit the sleeve of his coat to muffle a moan as he rocked his pelvis in pleasure.
Renji pulled his mouth away, ignoring the slight whimper from above as he trailed his tongue around the nubby crease just below the tip.
“I want to hear you, ‘Kuya,” he said in a singsong voice as he thrust the two fingers into Byakuya’s tight entrance.
Renji was rewarded with a sharp cry, followed soon after by a low moan.
“Renji!” Byakuya’s lean legs nearly gave out the moment the inquisitive fingers connected with his “sweet spot.” He gripped the redhead’s thick, muscular shoulders to steady himself-which was just what Renji wanted.
The calloused fingers ceased their intimate ministrations in order to hook into Byakuya’s belt loops. With one swift tug, Renji had the smaller man in his lap.
“Renji, you’re going to make us both filthy.” Byakuya eyed the dirty rooftop with obvious disdain.
“That’s my plan!” The redhead countered happily, hoisting Byakuya by the waist and shoving them both forward so that the smaller man was on his hands and knees before he had a chance to protest.
Of course, Byakuya did protest.
“Renji!” he hissed, quickly shifting to his knees as he gingerly wiped his hands clean on his dark coat.
“Now don’t go throwin’ another of ya hissy fits,” Renji cooed into his ear, reaching around to reclaim Byakuya’s sticky arousal.
Byakuya threw his head back as he felt even more of that ingenious warming potion slathered over his length.
“Do ya know how bad I want ya?” Renji whispered, as he pressed the neglected swell of his arousal into the small of Byakuya’s back.
Byakuya loved to hear the need in Renji’s voice. He reached back to thread his fingers through the tousled red hair, pulling Renji into a searing kiss. He could taste the sweet tang of cherry on the redhead’s full lips.
“I’m not sure that I do,” Byakuya teased, “So…I think you should show me just how badly you want me….”
That was all Renji needed to hear.
In a flash, he had his jeans down far enough to free his throbbing erection. He dabbed a bit of the warming lotion on his own cock before quickly rolling on a condom. More of the tingly lube was then spread over the sheath.
Byakuya had kept himself more or less covered until the last possible minute, causing Renji to grab the man’s pants and boxers and unceremoniously yank them down. One hand reached around to grasp Byakuya’s length while the other guided his straining arousal to the tight, puckered entrance.
Renji worked the first few inches of his girth in gently until Byakuya tipped his beautiful head back and said, “I thought you said you wanted me bad…" It was gramatically incorrect, he knew, to repeat Renji's usage, but he decided he liked the rougher sound of the adjective better in this situation.
With a grin and growl, Renji jerked his hips forward, burying himself completely with one sharp thrust.
Byakuya gasped in pleasure at the feeling of being filled so quickly. Renji gave him but a moment to adjust before he began to move, timing his thrusts to match the heavy strokes on the brunette’s weeping cock.
The impact of flesh on flesh made the normally reserved graduate student shudder in ecstasy. Byakuya leaned into each thrust, forcing Renji deeper and deeper, the bracing cold all but forgotten in the heat of the moment.
“Fuck…” Renji panted, resting his forehead in the crook of Byakuya’s shoulder. “Feels so…ngghh…good…and…tight.”
He angled his hips to reach Byakuya’s prostate, squeezing the man’s cock almost fiercely as Byakuya let out cry that registered somewhere between pleasure and pain.
The warming lotion that slicked his insides had intensified the pool of molten heat in his core to the point where fire seemed to lick at each nerve and course through every vein.
Renji had wanted this to last, but he could tell they were both dangerously close to completion.
Suddenly, the chimes rang out.
"Oh god….it's eight." Byakuya’s eyes snapped open.
"Yeah?" Renji continued moving, albeit a bit more gently.
"I told Orihime I'd meet with her at eight."
"Oh shit, you're right."
"Damn…I really do have to go." Byakuya shook his head dazedly, as if trying to clear the glaze of lust from his eyes.
“It’s not eight o’clock just yet!” Renji growled. “We are going to finish this!”
The chimes were still ringing with the clanging song they played at the start of each hour. They had yet to begin the slow solo chimes that would announce the official arrival of eight o’clock.
Renji pushed Byakuya abruptly forward so that his hands slapped against the cold roof.
“Brace yourself…” was all he said before pulling out sharply and slamming back in so that he pounded into Byakuya’s prostate. He then grasped Byakuya’s hip with enough force to bruise the pale skin as he began to fuck the smaller man hard and fast.
Clang. The doom-clock began its steady countdown.
“Seven…seconds…left…” Renji gritted his teeth as he gripped Byakuya’s length unmercifully and made sure to angle his hips with each fevered thrust.
Clang.
Somehow, Byakuya was able to accept this onslaught and still look graceful. His back arched like a dancer’s; his head was thrown back in sheer ecstasy as low moans and little cries spilled from his sensual lips.
Clang.
The feral noises tumbling out of Renji’s mouth were anything but graceful or beautiful. Soon, even the basest expletives dissolved into animalistic grunts and groans.
Clang.
Renji stepped up the frenzied pace, pounding into Byakuya with an insane need to beat the clock. Byakuya’s erection began to pulse as his pre-essence dribbled continuously over Renji’s fingers. Byakuya was close…so close….
Clang.
“Renji… Renji… Renji…” Byakuya was reduced to moaning his lover’s name over and over again like a mantra as the fire racing through his body convinced him must find his release immediately or spontaneously combust.
He couldn’t take one second more of the torturous pleasure. With a full-body gasp, he stiffened, his vision obscured by white light as he tightened reflexively around Renji’s throbbing member and convulsed in a blissful, drawn-out release.
Clang.
Feeling Byakuya’s squeeze his member almost painfully and watching his beautiful lover ride out one hell of a release was more than enough to send Renji over the edge. He howled in pure ecstasy, filling his lover even further with his seed, gasping as those tight muscles milked the last bit of his earth-shattering orgasm.
Clang.
“Ha…. One…second…to…spare.” Renji fought to regain his breath, his body now overheated form the exertion. “That was…fuckin’…incredible.”
Byakuya said nothing. His brain was still floating along on cloud nine. Had Renji’s strong arm not been wrapped around his waist, he would have collapsed onto the gritty, weather worn roof.
Clang.
Renji groaned, easing himself out of Byakuya and peeling off the condom. He got up stiffly and then helped Byakuya to his understandably wobbly feet.
“Now it’s eight o’clock.” Renji grinned, rather proud of their frenetic encounter, already considering it to be the mother of all quickies.
Cleanup was a hurried endeavor. "I told you, Renji, this is what happens when weekdays and weekends mix…" Byakuya said, letting Renji's still-warm hands pull his boxers and khakis up over his hips. He frantically straightened his clothes as best he could and searched his pockets for any shiny thing he could use as a mirror. "Damn, I can't find my comb."
"Shut up, you look great. Actually, you look sexier with your hair messed up like that."
Byakuya shot him a disapproving glare as they hurried down the rickety spiral staircase. He couldn't decide whether the indignity of running and showing up in a disheveled mess would be worth the extra minutes he would save. He decided against it: after all, Orihime might herself be late, but she most certainly would not be disheveled. Fortunately his office was right across the street.
"Renji," he said, taking his hand once more before crossing the road, "thank you."
"For publicly humiliating you, and then making you late?" He laughed. "Don't mention it."
They smiled, and kissed again, a brief but confident kiss. Then, letting go of Renji's warm hand, Byakuya headed inside and tried his best to change mental gears and think about Milton. It wasn't working very well, however, as he was distracted by a persistent itch in his pants. He hadn't had the time to remove all of Renji's tingle-lube, and was now suffering the potentially embarrassing consequences. He had to resist the urge to scratch himself crudely as he walked towards his office door.
Orihime was waiting by the door with a smile when he arrived. "Hi Byakuya!" she chirped. Suddenly she seemed confused as she looked at him. "Is everything okay?"
Byakuya felt a slight tremor of unease. "Everything is fine," he said stiffly. "Why?" He followed her gaze to the front of his pants and nearly died then and there. He had foolishly left Renji responsible for pulling his pants back on, and the redhead had apparently forgotten -- or, possibly, deliberately neglected -- a certain final step. It was the second time in one evening that Byakuya regretted the purchase of those pink boxers. Orihime just looked at her teacher's open fly (which he was secretly struggling not to scratch), and back at his rapidly reddening cheeks, and smiled an equally embarrassed smile. Byakuya did not smile, but turned his back to the girl and zipped his pants with a quick tug.
"Orihime," he said soberly when he faced her again, "How would you feel if I gave you an extension?"
The student beamed at him shyly, but the gleam in her eyes was knowing. "Oh thank you, thank you very much!"
Byakuya, still blushing hopelessly, tried his best to look dignified and official. "It won't happen again."
No, it most certainly would not. Next time he let Renji fuck him senseless on a freezing cold rooftop, he'd at least make sure to examine his zipper. And not to wear anything pink ever again. That is, outside of the bedroom.
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