[Fic] - Hanging by a Thread 4/9
[Title]: Averting Eyes
[Characters]: Abarai Renji and Kuchiki Byakuya
[Summary]: A confused Renji tries to deal with his feelings and with rejection.
[Word Count]: 1714
[Finished]: 21.March.2007
[Beta]: Not Beta-read
[Warnings]: Masturbation
[Rating]: R
[Notes]: n/a
Disclaimer:Do not own Bleach and will not make a profit out of this fic. All characters © Kubo Tite
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04.AVERTING EYES
Tears of anger tugged at the corners of Renji’s eyes threatening to slide down his face.
He still couldn’t understand what had happened between the two of them. At first he was so surprised by the Taichou’s advances he hadn’t even reacted but then all of his body had awaken and when Byakuya had started his ministrations, culminating in a skilled hand down his trousers, he knew he was lost. And it felt so good, so right. All of his troubles and anxieties forgotten.
But then all stopped abruptly. The look of disorientation on the Taichou’s eyes still puzzled Renji. It appeared that he had suddenly stepped into his body, none of the previous actions done of his own accord. Puzzling and disturbing in fact.
Another grown consequence of the abrupt stop was Renji’s aching and neglected erection. The task at hand was simple and regular but somehow today he didn’t felt the usual anticipated excitement as his cold fingers encircled his cock and his hand begun to stroke, slowly at first, then the pace rapidly increasing; he didn’t let out the normal purrs of contentment, nor did he brought in to play his other hand to cup his testicles or playfully tease his entrance.
This time it was a plain release, fun had no place in this game. He felt his body near completion, leaned his head back against the table and bit his knuckles. The smell of green tea leaves and cherry blossoms flooded his nostrils; very vivid images of Byakuya flashed through his mind. Byakuya slipping a hand inside his hakama; Byakuya nibbling his ear, jaw, neck; Byakuya smoldering look as he approached him; BYAKUYA…
His body shuddered, a strangled sound erupted from his throat and he came in his hand yearning for his Taichou. A single tear running down his face.
As his breathing returned to normal Renji stood up, wiped his hand and the humidity off his face. He would not give him such a pleasure. He wouldn’t cry like an abandoned child. He was the Gotei 6 Fukutaichou, a sharp pang struck his heart. Was he still?; He was a resident of Seireitei; Inuzuri raised. He would not cry out of... disappointment.
Pulling himself together, Renji composed his hakama and dressed his kimono, tied back his red hair. Another flash of images of not so long ago flooded his mind, an angry groan followed.
“Enough!!!” He berated himself. Somewhat calmer he made his way home where an empty futon and another sleepless night awaited.
A week passed before he laid eyes again on the Taichou.
Contingencies of Shinigami work had kept them apart. Renji was sure that some of these contingencies had a finger of the Taichou in them; not just a finger, the whole hand. He had been sent, twice, on a patrolling mission to the human world a recruit could do while practicing his Shikai; then a scout mission to an area where no hollows had showed up in several centuries.
Also some changes of protocol mainly stated that the Fukutaichou no longer required reporting most of the Gotei’s affairs to the Taichou, but that only created more trouble to the said Fukutaichou, because the official documents, such as reports, always need the Taichou’s approval nevertheless. A major pain in the butt, this Fukutaichou thought!
Additionally a lot of Kuchiki Family business and reunions had been occurring lately. And, of course, that the Taichou’s office door was now permanently closed and the man himself never available. Especially not to Abarai-fukutaichou, Renji reflected to himself.
The avoiding game came to recess an early morning when another unfruitful mission ended with no palpable results and way too early. Renji decided he would file the report sooner rather than later, being that later the Taichou would be in and that would mean a whole lot of work for him just to get a simple task accomplished; seeing that he couldn’t enter the Main Office with the man inside, he would have to ask some third or fourth seat to get that determined file he needed, bring hit to him, wait for him to complete it, then return it to the Taichou to get his seal of approval and finally deliver it to Renji for archival. A Kuchiki-royal pain in the ass!
So being this early in the morning, no one would be in the Headquarters and he could get the work done in no time thus avoiding the uncomfortable questions and the usual gossip that always to spread like wild fire in these situations.
He headed calmly to the main office, stopping a second at the door. He hadn’t been in there for quite sometime now, shaking the uneasy feeling, he gab the door knob and entered. Kuchiki-taichou was sitting on his desk, his head resting on his right hand. Renji stopped instantly, unable to react, his heart thumping on his chest. Why was he already here?
“Kuchiki-taichou? I came to get the forms for…” he ceased his words, Byakuya hadn’t reacted to him. Taking a step closer he called.
“Byakuya” still no response, he was asleep.
Now that Renji was nearer he could see his breathing calm and steady, his closed eyes, the head slightly tilted to the side, his face soft and at peace without the usual weariness and heavy regal posture. He looked like a boy, no worries, no troubles, no regrets.
Renji’s heart skipped a beat, his breath caught with an overall emotion, his whole being enthralled by the sleeping Taichou.
He moved closer and closer unable to stop himself. Some little voice in the back of his mind whispered that this was not a good idea. But he couldn’t stop himself.
Intending on kissing the man, he placed a hand on the desk and as he slowly started to lean towards Byakuya, the Taichou opened his eyes.
Surprised by Renji’s proximity hr flinched back abruptly, his hand suddenly to the kenseikan. Clearing his throat and regaining his composure, the weariness and the regal posture reappearing, he eyed his Fukutaichou as if inquiring why he was so close, and addressed him, calm and collected.
“What is it that you require?”
Renji chuckled nervously, returning to the front of the desk under the inquisitive gaze, and bit down the retort, answering instead.
“I came to get the report form. I’m sorry; if I’d known you to be here I wouldn’t have entered” He would’ve entered anyway and Byakuya probably knew it, but right now wasn’t the time to be forward. He was still confused and somewhat hurt; also the Taichou’s body language didn’t indicate a favorable response to any of the advances Renji had in mind.
The Taichou handed him the form, already approved. Renji felt his heart twitch, a form this way meant he didn’t need to be back, or more bluntly, Byakuya didn’t want him back.
“Thanks, Kuchiki-taichou” he said bitterly made his way out, his mind trying to devise a plan to win Byakuya over.
A couple of days passed with few casual encounters between the two, none of those resulting in any significant outcome, except for Renji’s fix of his addiction. If he could not have him, yet, he at least could watch him and fantasize.
This daydreaming and the strange situation between him and the Taichou got Renji a few doubtful looks from the other Shinigamis of Gotei 6, some even dared to ask him if anything had happen between the two, some even, more daring ventured in assuming something had happened and offered to help mend the broken relation between Taichou and Fukutaichou. Renji assured them all that noting of grave importance had taken place, thank them for their concern, all the while snickering inwardly at thought of other people offering to patch up their “relation”.
A quiet despair invaded Renji, he didn’t like lying bur even if he could tell them what had really happened, what good would that do? How could it solve this pending business if Byakuya remained stubbornly avoiding all sort of contact with him? Even when they saw each other the Taichou would, quick and deliberately, make his way out of Renji’s path.
Heaving a deep sigh and needing to get his mind off things, he headed to the Training Hall. He had dreaded the room for more than ten days, now it was time to face it! It was only a room after all.
Stopping briefly at the door he observed the numerous Shinigamis practicing with their zenpakutous, or in hand to hand combat.
This crowded hall did not seem the same where he had been so thoroughly kissed, caressed, nibbled, touched…he couldn’t continue this way or soon he’d had to find some empty, quiet place.
Entering the room and unsheathing his Zabimaru he began a sequence of moves and exercises that usually helped him relax and clear the mind. The hours passed by Renji unnoticed, the Shinigamis slowly emptied the room to attend their business, leaving him to his meditation.
Gradually Renji returned to the conscient world, again perceiving his surroundings; the smell of cherries blossoms, the birds chirping while returning to the trees for the night, the busy wanderings of the Shinigamis about the Headquarters Main House, the wind rustling the branches against the wooden windows, again the soft scent of cherry blossoms with a hint of green tea.
Renji’s eyes flashed open, his head turn to the door.
Flowing black hair and very light blue waved for a moment. Light steps heard in the corridor.
With his heart pounding on his chest and euphoria coursing through his veins, Renji left the Training Hall in pursuit.
His mind raced with implications of what had just happened. Byakuya was interested, there was something getting in his the way to Renji, maybe the fact that he was his superior or maybe because he was the head of the Kuchiki House and Renji… It didn’t matter, he was most definitely interested. And Renji was exhilarated with this find.
The door to the Main Office slammed, the lock was turned.
Renji reached the door leaning against it and purred low and softly.
“I know you want me! There’s no point in hiding.” Expecting no reply he turned and left the Headquarters for the night.
March2007©MarinLiliz
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[Characters]: Abarai Renji and Kuchiki Byakuya
[Summary]: A confused Renji tries to deal with his feelings and with rejection.
[Word Count]: 1714
[Finished]: 21.March.2007
[Beta]: Not Beta-read
[Warnings]: Masturbation
[Rating]: R
[Notes]: n/a
Disclaimer:Do not own Bleach and will not make a profit out of this fic. All characters © Kubo Tite
PREVIOUS /// NEXT
04.AVERTING EYES
Tears of anger tugged at the corners of Renji’s eyes threatening to slide down his face.
He still couldn’t understand what had happened between the two of them. At first he was so surprised by the Taichou’s advances he hadn’t even reacted but then all of his body had awaken and when Byakuya had started his ministrations, culminating in a skilled hand down his trousers, he knew he was lost. And it felt so good, so right. All of his troubles and anxieties forgotten.
But then all stopped abruptly. The look of disorientation on the Taichou’s eyes still puzzled Renji. It appeared that he had suddenly stepped into his body, none of the previous actions done of his own accord. Puzzling and disturbing in fact.
Another grown consequence of the abrupt stop was Renji’s aching and neglected erection. The task at hand was simple and regular but somehow today he didn’t felt the usual anticipated excitement as his cold fingers encircled his cock and his hand begun to stroke, slowly at first, then the pace rapidly increasing; he didn’t let out the normal purrs of contentment, nor did he brought in to play his other hand to cup his testicles or playfully tease his entrance.
This time it was a plain release, fun had no place in this game. He felt his body near completion, leaned his head back against the table and bit his knuckles. The smell of green tea leaves and cherry blossoms flooded his nostrils; very vivid images of Byakuya flashed through his mind. Byakuya slipping a hand inside his hakama; Byakuya nibbling his ear, jaw, neck; Byakuya smoldering look as he approached him; BYAKUYA…
His body shuddered, a strangled sound erupted from his throat and he came in his hand yearning for his Taichou. A single tear running down his face.
As his breathing returned to normal Renji stood up, wiped his hand and the humidity off his face. He would not give him such a pleasure. He wouldn’t cry like an abandoned child. He was the Gotei 6 Fukutaichou, a sharp pang struck his heart. Was he still?; He was a resident of Seireitei; Inuzuri raised. He would not cry out of... disappointment.
Pulling himself together, Renji composed his hakama and dressed his kimono, tied back his red hair. Another flash of images of not so long ago flooded his mind, an angry groan followed.
“Enough!!!” He berated himself. Somewhat calmer he made his way home where an empty futon and another sleepless night awaited.
A week passed before he laid eyes again on the Taichou.
Contingencies of Shinigami work had kept them apart. Renji was sure that some of these contingencies had a finger of the Taichou in them; not just a finger, the whole hand. He had been sent, twice, on a patrolling mission to the human world a recruit could do while practicing his Shikai; then a scout mission to an area where no hollows had showed up in several centuries.
Also some changes of protocol mainly stated that the Fukutaichou no longer required reporting most of the Gotei’s affairs to the Taichou, but that only created more trouble to the said Fukutaichou, because the official documents, such as reports, always need the Taichou’s approval nevertheless. A major pain in the butt, this Fukutaichou thought!
Additionally a lot of Kuchiki Family business and reunions had been occurring lately. And, of course, that the Taichou’s office door was now permanently closed and the man himself never available. Especially not to Abarai-fukutaichou, Renji reflected to himself.
The avoiding game came to recess an early morning when another unfruitful mission ended with no palpable results and way too early. Renji decided he would file the report sooner rather than later, being that later the Taichou would be in and that would mean a whole lot of work for him just to get a simple task accomplished; seeing that he couldn’t enter the Main Office with the man inside, he would have to ask some third or fourth seat to get that determined file he needed, bring hit to him, wait for him to complete it, then return it to the Taichou to get his seal of approval and finally deliver it to Renji for archival. A Kuchiki-royal pain in the ass!
So being this early in the morning, no one would be in the Headquarters and he could get the work done in no time thus avoiding the uncomfortable questions and the usual gossip that always to spread like wild fire in these situations.
He headed calmly to the main office, stopping a second at the door. He hadn’t been in there for quite sometime now, shaking the uneasy feeling, he gab the door knob and entered. Kuchiki-taichou was sitting on his desk, his head resting on his right hand. Renji stopped instantly, unable to react, his heart thumping on his chest. Why was he already here?
“Kuchiki-taichou? I came to get the forms for…” he ceased his words, Byakuya hadn’t reacted to him. Taking a step closer he called.
“Byakuya” still no response, he was asleep.
Now that Renji was nearer he could see his breathing calm and steady, his closed eyes, the head slightly tilted to the side, his face soft and at peace without the usual weariness and heavy regal posture. He looked like a boy, no worries, no troubles, no regrets.
Renji’s heart skipped a beat, his breath caught with an overall emotion, his whole being enthralled by the sleeping Taichou.
He moved closer and closer unable to stop himself. Some little voice in the back of his mind whispered that this was not a good idea. But he couldn’t stop himself.
Intending on kissing the man, he placed a hand on the desk and as he slowly started to lean towards Byakuya, the Taichou opened his eyes.
Surprised by Renji’s proximity hr flinched back abruptly, his hand suddenly to the kenseikan. Clearing his throat and regaining his composure, the weariness and the regal posture reappearing, he eyed his Fukutaichou as if inquiring why he was so close, and addressed him, calm and collected.
“What is it that you require?”
Renji chuckled nervously, returning to the front of the desk under the inquisitive gaze, and bit down the retort, answering instead.
“I came to get the report form. I’m sorry; if I’d known you to be here I wouldn’t have entered” He would’ve entered anyway and Byakuya probably knew it, but right now wasn’t the time to be forward. He was still confused and somewhat hurt; also the Taichou’s body language didn’t indicate a favorable response to any of the advances Renji had in mind.
The Taichou handed him the form, already approved. Renji felt his heart twitch, a form this way meant he didn’t need to be back, or more bluntly, Byakuya didn’t want him back.
“Thanks, Kuchiki-taichou” he said bitterly made his way out, his mind trying to devise a plan to win Byakuya over.
A couple of days passed with few casual encounters between the two, none of those resulting in any significant outcome, except for Renji’s fix of his addiction. If he could not have him, yet, he at least could watch him and fantasize.
This daydreaming and the strange situation between him and the Taichou got Renji a few doubtful looks from the other Shinigamis of Gotei 6, some even dared to ask him if anything had happen between the two, some even, more daring ventured in assuming something had happened and offered to help mend the broken relation between Taichou and Fukutaichou. Renji assured them all that noting of grave importance had taken place, thank them for their concern, all the while snickering inwardly at thought of other people offering to patch up their “relation”.
A quiet despair invaded Renji, he didn’t like lying bur even if he could tell them what had really happened, what good would that do? How could it solve this pending business if Byakuya remained stubbornly avoiding all sort of contact with him? Even when they saw each other the Taichou would, quick and deliberately, make his way out of Renji’s path.
Heaving a deep sigh and needing to get his mind off things, he headed to the Training Hall. He had dreaded the room for more than ten days, now it was time to face it! It was only a room after all.
Stopping briefly at the door he observed the numerous Shinigamis practicing with their zenpakutous, or in hand to hand combat.
This crowded hall did not seem the same where he had been so thoroughly kissed, caressed, nibbled, touched…he couldn’t continue this way or soon he’d had to find some empty, quiet place.
Entering the room and unsheathing his Zabimaru he began a sequence of moves and exercises that usually helped him relax and clear the mind. The hours passed by Renji unnoticed, the Shinigamis slowly emptied the room to attend their business, leaving him to his meditation.
Gradually Renji returned to the conscient world, again perceiving his surroundings; the smell of cherries blossoms, the birds chirping while returning to the trees for the night, the busy wanderings of the Shinigamis about the Headquarters Main House, the wind rustling the branches against the wooden windows, again the soft scent of cherry blossoms with a hint of green tea.
Renji’s eyes flashed open, his head turn to the door.
Flowing black hair and very light blue waved for a moment. Light steps heard in the corridor.
With his heart pounding on his chest and euphoria coursing through his veins, Renji left the Training Hall in pursuit.
His mind raced with implications of what had just happened. Byakuya was interested, there was something getting in his the way to Renji, maybe the fact that he was his superior or maybe because he was the head of the Kuchiki House and Renji… It didn’t matter, he was most definitely interested. And Renji was exhilarated with this find.
The door to the Main Office slammed, the lock was turned.
Renji reached the door leaning against it and purred low and softly.
“I know you want me! There’s no point in hiding.” Expecting no reply he turned and left the Headquarters for the night.
March2007©MarinLiliz
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