[Fic] - Hanging by a Thread 3/9
[Title]: Green Tea and Bergamot
[Characters]: Abarai Renji and Kuchiki Byakuya
[Summary]: Byakuya and Renji finally find themselves face to face...
[Word Count]: 1245
[Finished]: 16.February.2007
[Beta]: Not Beta-read
[Warnings]: Heavy kissing, groping and slight frottage.
[Rating]: R
[Notes]: The bergamot orange is a small and roughly pear-shaped citrus fruit originating and grown mainly in Calabria, Italy. It grows on small evergreen trees known as bergamots. An essence extracted from the aromatic skin of this sour fruit is used to flavour Earl Grey tea.
Disclaimer:Do not own Bleach and will not make a profit out of this fic. All characters © Kubo Tite
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03. GREEN TEA AND BERGAMOT
“Renji!” The hoarsely whisper echoed in the large moonlit hall.
“Kuchiki-taichou?!” The black marked man whispered back, dropping his sword in astonishment. A loud echo was heard throughout the large room.
The man, clad in black and white, by the door took a step and entered the room.
“Why are you still here at this hour of the night, Abarai?” With his back to the door he closed it soundlessly.
“I…I…” ¬Abarai gulped, took a deep breath and continued a little surer of himself: “I came here to practice with Zabimaru and seem to have lost track of time” he wondered why the other man had closed the door.
An uncomfortable silence rose between the two. Renji slowly crouch, picked his sword and with deliberately controlled movements raised himself and sheathed his diminished zenpakutou, observed close and attentively by the other man in the room.
Shreds of pale white clouds slowly lurked about the moon.
With a steady step forward Kuchiki-taichou broke the silence. The discomfort still remained.
“I seem to have chosen the wrong man for my Fukutaichou if he’s so easily spooked and so nonchalantly drops his zenpakutou!” He uttered in his most Taichou-like voice, a slight glimpse of amusement shining behind his eyes.
“I didn’t expect anyone to be here, you caught me by surprise, Taichou” straight forward and concise, the red-haired man started to regain some of his normal attitude. Still a look of hurt crossed his face.
“For someone who wanted to surpass me in every way possible, being so inattentive is quite disappointing and offensive” the black-haired man took yet another step forward looking intently into Renji’s eyes, who feeling the pressure of this gaze and of the harsh words retorted:
“Heh, it was just a thing of the moment, all my skills of Fukutaichou have returned now!” He looked at his superior with his crooked smile tugging at the corner of his mouth and added “I’m ready to take you on any time…Taichou” the smile widened.
The Taichou flinched visibly and took an additional step forward, slowly cornering the Fukutaichou.
Lurking clouds covered the moon languidly, making the rays of light that, only moments before, lit the room recede timidly leaving the Training Hall involved in a dark veil of shadows.
Yet another step was taken and Abarai started to feel the other man’s gaze increase in intensity. Confused by the advance he ventured:
“Is there anything I can help you with, Kuchiki-taichou? Was there something you needed from me?”
The Taichou harrumphed, an unusual sound for him, and a wicked grin appeared on his serious face:
“Is there really...Renji?” He said closing the distance between the two “… anything you can do to help me?!”
“Taichou…” Taking a final step back Renji sat, unintentionally on a forgotten table “… are you for real?!”
Kuchiki-taichou placed his hands on the table, right next to Renji, leaned his body forward and kissed him hungrily, closing his distance and groaning loudly.
Renji stood still, paralyzed by surprise, letting the other man’s tongue venture into his mouth, exploring new territory, unable to decide on the better course of action.
The initial rush of passion started to fade in the Taichou’s body, regret and apprehension growing in his heart as there was no response from the Fukutaichou. And, as he pondered to retrieve his tongue from Renji’s mouth a slight brush against his own tongue and the tensing of the other body sent another rush through his body.
Grabbing the Taichou’s arms for better support, Renji tongue wrestled the access to the other man’s mouth, either of them willing to yield. Hands roamed aimlessly through each others body, Kuchiki’s playfully outlining Abarai’s black marks, obtaining slight trembles and moans out of him. In retaliation the red-haired man tried to pointlessly reach skin, battling layers of clothes. Not accepting defeat he moved his attentions to an easier target, the Kuchiki scarf, pulling it calculatingly slow and drawing away from the kiss with a content sigh and the taste of green tea lingering in his mouth.
Kuchiki-taichou kept his eyes closed as he regained his breath but the soft caresses of the scarf unwrapped from his neck sent shivers down his back, an uncomfortable feeling creeping around him, forcing him to open his eyes and face an enraptured looking Renji. The two stood studying each others expressions.
“Taichou…I…I never…”
“Shhh…don’t say a word.”
“But…”
A finger was pressed to Renji’s lips, then an eager mouth, silencing him. Renji forgot his query, forfeited in the uncharacteristic taste of the Taichou, his hands lost around the other man’s neck, his own neck now being kissed, licked and nibbled. Hands caressed his chest and played with his quick hardening nipples. Moans and sighs escaped his throat as the knowing hands traveled lower to the hem of his hakama. Fingers played the space between skin and clothe drifting close to a afflicted growing member, Renji’s breathing increased in depth, and new sounds were created in the process.
Delaying the movements momentarily, seeking attention on himself, Kuchiki-taichou pressed his demanding body onto Renji’s ardent one and with a furious impulse started pouncing his fukutaichou. He heard the man groan in protest and complain some but paid it no mind. His need was now, almost, overwhelming and over consuming.
A shy ray of moonlight pierced through the clouds slowly bathing the eager bodies in blue.
Completely ignored, Renji struggled with ways to get the Taichou’s attention.
“Taichou…ughh… …”
“Hmmm”
“…the clothes…we should…arghh… ditch them” He managed to say before teeth sunk into his lower lip. Freeing his hands he tried to
remove the clothes himself; again his intents were stopped by the Taichou’s actions, this time a hand travelled way south, and a slick tongue traveled the lengths of his jaw line.
“Wait!” A ragged whisper escaped Renji but no answer was given. The tongue kept its journey, reaching new grounds as it explored the earlobe. The soft, warm, south wandering hand crossed the border of his hakama’s hem and encircled his trembling member, squeezing it slow but firmly. Renji was lost, shivering in anticipation.
He clutched on to Kuchiki-taichou’s long black hair, immersing his fingers in its smoothness, inhaling the sweet dwelling scent of cherries. Resistance interrupted his exploration, his barely conscient mind registered the kenseikan - the white headpiece symbol of Noble status and of the Head of the Kuchiki Family - trying to remove it so that his hands could continue their roaming freely.
The Taichou jerked back, hair tussled, messed clothes, startled look in his eyes. He backed away from an incredulous, heaving Renji, holding the kenseikan in place. Bending down, he picked the previously discarded scarf and receded.
“What? …what happened” Renji managed to utter, still completely stunned.
“I…” The Taichou struggled to find words “I made a mistake! It will not happen again!”
“…” The look of incredibility in Renji’s face turned to one of deep hurt. “A MISTAKE?!!!”
“Yes, I regret it deeply.” With these words the black-haired man turned to leave the room.
“BYAKUYA!”
A severe look crossed the Taichou’s eyes
“I do not recall giving you permission to address me by my given name, ABARAI-FUKUTAICHOU!” Turning his back to the red-haired man, he strode to the exit, the bitter taste of bergamot lingering in him.
An angered and confused Renji sunk to his knees, a cry of frustration escaping his throat and echoing in the empty and full moonlit Training Hall.
February2007©MarinLiliz
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[Characters]: Abarai Renji and Kuchiki Byakuya
[Summary]: Byakuya and Renji finally find themselves face to face...
[Word Count]: 1245
[Finished]: 16.February.2007
[Beta]: Not Beta-read
[Warnings]: Heavy kissing, groping and slight frottage.
[Rating]: R
[Notes]: The bergamot orange is a small and roughly pear-shaped citrus fruit originating and grown mainly in Calabria, Italy. It grows on small evergreen trees known as bergamots. An essence extracted from the aromatic skin of this sour fruit is used to flavour Earl Grey tea.
Disclaimer:Do not own Bleach and will not make a profit out of this fic. All characters © Kubo Tite
PREVIOUS /// NEXT
03. GREEN TEA AND BERGAMOT
“Renji!” The hoarsely whisper echoed in the large moonlit hall.
“Kuchiki-taichou?!” The black marked man whispered back, dropping his sword in astonishment. A loud echo was heard throughout the large room.
The man, clad in black and white, by the door took a step and entered the room.
“Why are you still here at this hour of the night, Abarai?” With his back to the door he closed it soundlessly.
“I…I…” ¬Abarai gulped, took a deep breath and continued a little surer of himself: “I came here to practice with Zabimaru and seem to have lost track of time” he wondered why the other man had closed the door.
An uncomfortable silence rose between the two. Renji slowly crouch, picked his sword and with deliberately controlled movements raised himself and sheathed his diminished zenpakutou, observed close and attentively by the other man in the room.
Shreds of pale white clouds slowly lurked about the moon.
With a steady step forward Kuchiki-taichou broke the silence. The discomfort still remained.
“I seem to have chosen the wrong man for my Fukutaichou if he’s so easily spooked and so nonchalantly drops his zenpakutou!” He uttered in his most Taichou-like voice, a slight glimpse of amusement shining behind his eyes.
“I didn’t expect anyone to be here, you caught me by surprise, Taichou” straight forward and concise, the red-haired man started to regain some of his normal attitude. Still a look of hurt crossed his face.
“For someone who wanted to surpass me in every way possible, being so inattentive is quite disappointing and offensive” the black-haired man took yet another step forward looking intently into Renji’s eyes, who feeling the pressure of this gaze and of the harsh words retorted:
“Heh, it was just a thing of the moment, all my skills of Fukutaichou have returned now!” He looked at his superior with his crooked smile tugging at the corner of his mouth and added “I’m ready to take you on any time…Taichou” the smile widened.
The Taichou flinched visibly and took an additional step forward, slowly cornering the Fukutaichou.
Lurking clouds covered the moon languidly, making the rays of light that, only moments before, lit the room recede timidly leaving the Training Hall involved in a dark veil of shadows.
Yet another step was taken and Abarai started to feel the other man’s gaze increase in intensity. Confused by the advance he ventured:
“Is there anything I can help you with, Kuchiki-taichou? Was there something you needed from me?”
The Taichou harrumphed, an unusual sound for him, and a wicked grin appeared on his serious face:
“Is there really...Renji?” He said closing the distance between the two “… anything you can do to help me?!”
“Taichou…” Taking a final step back Renji sat, unintentionally on a forgotten table “… are you for real?!”
Kuchiki-taichou placed his hands on the table, right next to Renji, leaned his body forward and kissed him hungrily, closing his distance and groaning loudly.
Renji stood still, paralyzed by surprise, letting the other man’s tongue venture into his mouth, exploring new territory, unable to decide on the better course of action.
The initial rush of passion started to fade in the Taichou’s body, regret and apprehension growing in his heart as there was no response from the Fukutaichou. And, as he pondered to retrieve his tongue from Renji’s mouth a slight brush against his own tongue and the tensing of the other body sent another rush through his body.
Grabbing the Taichou’s arms for better support, Renji tongue wrestled the access to the other man’s mouth, either of them willing to yield. Hands roamed aimlessly through each others body, Kuchiki’s playfully outlining Abarai’s black marks, obtaining slight trembles and moans out of him. In retaliation the red-haired man tried to pointlessly reach skin, battling layers of clothes. Not accepting defeat he moved his attentions to an easier target, the Kuchiki scarf, pulling it calculatingly slow and drawing away from the kiss with a content sigh and the taste of green tea lingering in his mouth.
Kuchiki-taichou kept his eyes closed as he regained his breath but the soft caresses of the scarf unwrapped from his neck sent shivers down his back, an uncomfortable feeling creeping around him, forcing him to open his eyes and face an enraptured looking Renji. The two stood studying each others expressions.
“Taichou…I…I never…”
“Shhh…don’t say a word.”
“But…”
A finger was pressed to Renji’s lips, then an eager mouth, silencing him. Renji forgot his query, forfeited in the uncharacteristic taste of the Taichou, his hands lost around the other man’s neck, his own neck now being kissed, licked and nibbled. Hands caressed his chest and played with his quick hardening nipples. Moans and sighs escaped his throat as the knowing hands traveled lower to the hem of his hakama. Fingers played the space between skin and clothe drifting close to a afflicted growing member, Renji’s breathing increased in depth, and new sounds were created in the process.
Delaying the movements momentarily, seeking attention on himself, Kuchiki-taichou pressed his demanding body onto Renji’s ardent one and with a furious impulse started pouncing his fukutaichou. He heard the man groan in protest and complain some but paid it no mind. His need was now, almost, overwhelming and over consuming.
A shy ray of moonlight pierced through the clouds slowly bathing the eager bodies in blue.
Completely ignored, Renji struggled with ways to get the Taichou’s attention.
“Taichou…ughh… …”
“Hmmm”
“…the clothes…we should…arghh… ditch them” He managed to say before teeth sunk into his lower lip. Freeing his hands he tried to
remove the clothes himself; again his intents were stopped by the Taichou’s actions, this time a hand travelled way south, and a slick tongue traveled the lengths of his jaw line.
“Wait!” A ragged whisper escaped Renji but no answer was given. The tongue kept its journey, reaching new grounds as it explored the earlobe. The soft, warm, south wandering hand crossed the border of his hakama’s hem and encircled his trembling member, squeezing it slow but firmly. Renji was lost, shivering in anticipation.
He clutched on to Kuchiki-taichou’s long black hair, immersing his fingers in its smoothness, inhaling the sweet dwelling scent of cherries. Resistance interrupted his exploration, his barely conscient mind registered the kenseikan - the white headpiece symbol of Noble status and of the Head of the Kuchiki Family - trying to remove it so that his hands could continue their roaming freely.
The Taichou jerked back, hair tussled, messed clothes, startled look in his eyes. He backed away from an incredulous, heaving Renji, holding the kenseikan in place. Bending down, he picked the previously discarded scarf and receded.
“What? …what happened” Renji managed to utter, still completely stunned.
“I…” The Taichou struggled to find words “I made a mistake! It will not happen again!”
“…” The look of incredibility in Renji’s face turned to one of deep hurt. “A MISTAKE?!!!”
“Yes, I regret it deeply.” With these words the black-haired man turned to leave the room.
“BYAKUYA!”
A severe look crossed the Taichou’s eyes
“I do not recall giving you permission to address me by my given name, ABARAI-FUKUTAICHOU!” Turning his back to the red-haired man, he strode to the exit, the bitter taste of bergamot lingering in him.
An angered and confused Renji sunk to his knees, a cry of frustration escaping his throat and echoing in the empty and full moonlit Training Hall.
February2007©MarinLiliz
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