[Fic] - Hanging by a Thread 8/9
[Title]: Impatience
[Characters]: Abarai Renji and Kuchiki Byakuya
[Summary]: Byakuya makes a decision that might, forever, alter their lives.
[Word Count]: 1580
[Finished]: 16.May.2007
[Beta]: Not Beta-read
[Warnings]: Abounding fluff; the beginnings of oral sex.
[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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08. IMPATIENCE
“Abarai-fukutaichou, walk with me!” Byakuya demanded as he neared the group of Shinigami. Renji looked up, surprised but excused himself and followed the Taichou without hesitation. When out of sound reach he asked.
“So where are we going? Have anything fun in mind? Or is this really work related?!” he sounded disappointed. Byakuya didn’t answer, just kept walking, not even turning to acknowledge him.
“So you gonna keep quiet? Okay, I can talk for both of us! ” Renji snickered “It seems I always do.” Byakuya let a small smile escape his lips, regaining his composure rapidly.
Looking around inconspicuously, Renji walked up to the black-haired Taichou and grabbed his hand. “Let me hold your hand! I haven’t touched you in so long. I miss your skin on mine.” Byakuya allowed it for a split second before he shook it off, saying with a pride hurt look.
“I am not a woman for you to hold my hand” Renji moved in closer, pressing a hand to Byakuya’s crotch and whispering “I know that!”
Startled the Taichou pushed Renji, with way too much force, sending him flying a few good meters across the path to the grass the surrounded it.
“We are outside! On Headquarters grounds! What went through your mind?!!!” Renji’s tongue tugged at the corner of his mouth, moving slickly across his upper lip, leaving a glistening trail of saliva. Byakuya gulped and turned away, restarting his walk.
“Come!” Too late did he realize his mistake.
“What?! Right here?!!!” Renji couldn’t help it. Byakuya kept his back to the Fukutaichou and resumed the walk. Renji got up fast, aching in a few spots and ran after the Taichou.
“Aww, c’mon! You were so asking for it!” Byakuya glared back, but didn’t stop or answer.
“Okay, okay, I over did it. I’m sorry, Kuchiki-taichou!” Still he didn’t stop or respond. Renji tried a different angle.
“So what is it we’re going to do? And where?”
“You’ll see” Came the dry reply.
“Are we still far? Or is it just around the corner?” No answer.
“Is it work related?”
“Do I need to worry?”
“Does it have to do with our…thing?” Byakuya shook his head in disbelieve.
“How much longer?”
Reaching a small glade, Byakuya stopped abruptly; Renji almost bumping into him. The Taichou turned and kissed Renji fiercely; his tongue invading the red-haired’s mouth, swirling around, intertwining their tongues, the bitter taste of Renji, sweet to his senses. He felt him wake from the surprise, holding onto him, sucking on his tongue. When they parted, they were both panting.
“So impatient! Do you have to ask so many questions?” Renji laughed and leaned forward, nuzzling Byakuya’s neck.
“If you promise to kiss me more, then I’ll stop the questioning” He didn’t answer, instead took a step back, eyeing Renji with a strange expression, then taking his hand and pulling him.
“Let’s go”
On the far corner of the glade, shaded from view by some large trees, was a small shack. Byakuya pulled Renji towards it.
“What’s this? Are we still in Headquarters grounds?” Renji inquired curious.
“Still with the questions?!” Byakuya stared with a raised eyebrow.
“You didn’t promise nor are you kissing me!” A soft smile appeared in Byakuya’s face.
“This was used as a storage facility, but it’s too out of hand, so it’s no longer in use.”
He went in pushing the reluctant door; Renji followed, inside was a completely different world. What looked like a shabby little hut on the outside was a well furnished and conserved dwelling. The door led into an ample space, with cupboards to the right and a hearth in the middle, a small wood window, just above the cupboard, let in the light; the room was without a doubt a kitchen. To the left, opposite to the window, was a bamboo wall and two steps in the corner led to a shoji door. Renji’s curiosity was spiked by the closed door and he made his way to discover what was hidden behind it. He didn’t even make it pass the second step. Byakuya held on to him from the back, motionless, just standing there, his arms around Renji.
“Byakuya?!”
“Shhh…”he whispered in Renji’s neck; the Fukutaichou shivered.
Pressing his mouth lightly to the skin, slowly moving, brushing his lips over the neck, from the soft nape and down, until his progress was stopped by fabric. There a horizontal, straight black line crossed the skin. He wondered if it tasted any different from the soft white skin, passing his tongue over it. No, it was the same salty and exotic Renji taste! Byakuya’s body responded to the known, bitter, bergamot flavour, hardening soft places. He exhaled soundly. Renji writhed under him; his head dropped forward, more skin attainable. The black-haired man caressed the black marked nape, tugging at clothes so he could follow the marks down Renji’s well muscular back; his fingers tracing the zigzagging lines, his mouth chasing after the digits soft sweep; savouring. Renji wriggled and hissed.
“That tickles!”
“Hmm!” Byakuya sank his teeth into shoulder skin, an astonished groan out of Renji’s throat. Byakuya chuckled, licking and kissing the wounded bruise tenderly.
“I am fascinated with your tattoos. Their symmetry, their movement, their impact on your skin, the contrast with your long red-hair…” he sighed, as if having used all the words and resumed tracing the dark lines with his fingers. Grazing the nape with his nose, inhaling the familiar scent; Renji shivered once again, his legs trembling, his body bending forward. Byakuya bended with him, their bodies like one, holding tight, arms across the chest, so that he wouldn’t fall flat on the floor. But they lost balance and fell hard on the ground, one on top of the other, limbs mingled.
“Ouch!!!” said Renji, laughing and trying to move from under an amused looking Byakuya who laughed softly.
“God, you’re beautiful when you smile!” Renji uttered quietly, staring amazed at the other man. “Why do you smile so little? It’s…it’s…so, so great!” Byakuya blushed considerably at Renji’s remark, completely disarmed; not knowing what to say, he lunged himself on top of the Fukutaichou. Kissing his mouth furiously, hoping the man wouldn’t say some other embarrassing things.
Caught off guard, Renji fell on his back, the Taichou’s body pressed to his, binding his movements. His erection, started by Byakuya’s wandering in his nape, neck and back, harden by the breathtaking kiss. He responded, suckling on the piercing tongue and lower lip, attempting to have some say in the happenings. Hands played at his obi, releasing it, his chest exposed to the light air, his nipples hardening in the cold and with the speed increasing kisses. The eager mouth tantalizing his chin, leaving a shimmering trail on his jaw, and a slight bite in his ear lobe; moving lower to the front part of his neck, the attention there rivaling with the attention given to his nape, moments before.
Shivers and shudders run all through him; as the devouring mouth traveled his chest, lingering in attractive locations, like his tattooed lines, running down to his navel, or the ever so popular spot, his nipples. These were fondled, petted, stroked, grazed, kissed, bitten, licked, squeezed, rubbed, spoiled to a point where the simple brush of air would have him gasping and moaning. Feeling he was receiving too much attention and giving none back, tried to reach Byakuya, but a commanding hand kept him laying down.
“Let me!”
He obeyed the authoritative voice, laying back down, waiting in anticipation, as the traveling mouth descended from his navel, hungrily. Skilled hands quickly untied the knots in his hakama and pull it off him, the sliding of fabric in his erection making him gasp, throwing his head back, eyes closed.
Byakuya teased, his hands on Renji’s hips, pressing, lowering to his thighs; his mouth trailing down to the pubes, and then joining the hands in their exploit of the soft thigh skin. Renji squirmed, biting his lower lip, saying in a lust filled voice.
“Stop teasing!” Byakuya chuckled loudly, eyeing Renji’s face.
“A taste of your own medicine!” he said smiling openly. Renji returned the look, then suddenly closed his eyes, his whole body shivered.
“Hmhh… don’t stare at me like that or I’ll cum right now!” Byakuya laughed and then leaned down close to Renji’s member, kissing it lightly. The red-haired’s hand flung to his cock, Byakuya catching them just in time.
“Such hurry! You have to learn how to enjoy and be patient. It will be worth it. I promise.”
“Argh…jus…just…” He covered his face with his harms, exhaling loudly, a strangled moan escaping him.
“I know, I will” Byakuya assured him taking a quick glance at the man beneath him.
His mind still, quite, at ease; no doubts, no questions; it felt right, in place. The same could not be said for his heart, racing, thumping, leaping in his chest; and his body, responding in tune with the heart, a rush through his veins, his pale white skin, now in a soft cherry pink, and his penis quickly hardening in the sight of the enraptured red-haired Shinigami, his groans and squirms leaving him fairly close t the brim. He focused, it wasn’t his time, he was going to see this done, to see Renji’s face as he orgasmed, to have him moaning and writhing and screaming his name. He had wanted so for so long, he now realized.
May2007©MarinLiliz
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[Characters]: Abarai Renji and Kuchiki Byakuya
[Summary]: Byakuya makes a decision that might, forever, alter their lives.
[Word Count]: 1580
[Finished]: 16.May.2007
[Beta]: Not Beta-read
[Warnings]: Abounding fluff; the beginnings of oral sex.
[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
08. IMPATIENCE
“Abarai-fukutaichou, walk with me!” Byakuya demanded as he neared the group of Shinigami. Renji looked up, surprised but excused himself and followed the Taichou without hesitation. When out of sound reach he asked.
“So where are we going? Have anything fun in mind? Or is this really work related?!” he sounded disappointed. Byakuya didn’t answer, just kept walking, not even turning to acknowledge him.
“So you gonna keep quiet? Okay, I can talk for both of us! ” Renji snickered “It seems I always do.” Byakuya let a small smile escape his lips, regaining his composure rapidly.
Looking around inconspicuously, Renji walked up to the black-haired Taichou and grabbed his hand. “Let me hold your hand! I haven’t touched you in so long. I miss your skin on mine.” Byakuya allowed it for a split second before he shook it off, saying with a pride hurt look.
“I am not a woman for you to hold my hand” Renji moved in closer, pressing a hand to Byakuya’s crotch and whispering “I know that!”
Startled the Taichou pushed Renji, with way too much force, sending him flying a few good meters across the path to the grass the surrounded it.
“We are outside! On Headquarters grounds! What went through your mind?!!!” Renji’s tongue tugged at the corner of his mouth, moving slickly across his upper lip, leaving a glistening trail of saliva. Byakuya gulped and turned away, restarting his walk.
“Come!” Too late did he realize his mistake.
“What?! Right here?!!!” Renji couldn’t help it. Byakuya kept his back to the Fukutaichou and resumed the walk. Renji got up fast, aching in a few spots and ran after the Taichou.
“Aww, c’mon! You were so asking for it!” Byakuya glared back, but didn’t stop or answer.
“Okay, okay, I over did it. I’m sorry, Kuchiki-taichou!” Still he didn’t stop or respond. Renji tried a different angle.
“So what is it we’re going to do? And where?”
“You’ll see” Came the dry reply.
“Are we still far? Or is it just around the corner?” No answer.
“Is it work related?”
“Do I need to worry?”
“Does it have to do with our…thing?” Byakuya shook his head in disbelieve.
“How much longer?”
Reaching a small glade, Byakuya stopped abruptly; Renji almost bumping into him. The Taichou turned and kissed Renji fiercely; his tongue invading the red-haired’s mouth, swirling around, intertwining their tongues, the bitter taste of Renji, sweet to his senses. He felt him wake from the surprise, holding onto him, sucking on his tongue. When they parted, they were both panting.
“So impatient! Do you have to ask so many questions?” Renji laughed and leaned forward, nuzzling Byakuya’s neck.
“If you promise to kiss me more, then I’ll stop the questioning” He didn’t answer, instead took a step back, eyeing Renji with a strange expression, then taking his hand and pulling him.
“Let’s go”
On the far corner of the glade, shaded from view by some large trees, was a small shack. Byakuya pulled Renji towards it.
“What’s this? Are we still in Headquarters grounds?” Renji inquired curious.
“Still with the questions?!” Byakuya stared with a raised eyebrow.
“You didn’t promise nor are you kissing me!” A soft smile appeared in Byakuya’s face.
“This was used as a storage facility, but it’s too out of hand, so it’s no longer in use.”
He went in pushing the reluctant door; Renji followed, inside was a completely different world. What looked like a shabby little hut on the outside was a well furnished and conserved dwelling. The door led into an ample space, with cupboards to the right and a hearth in the middle, a small wood window, just above the cupboard, let in the light; the room was without a doubt a kitchen. To the left, opposite to the window, was a bamboo wall and two steps in the corner led to a shoji door. Renji’s curiosity was spiked by the closed door and he made his way to discover what was hidden behind it. He didn’t even make it pass the second step. Byakuya held on to him from the back, motionless, just standing there, his arms around Renji.
“Byakuya?!”
“Shhh…”he whispered in Renji’s neck; the Fukutaichou shivered.
Pressing his mouth lightly to the skin, slowly moving, brushing his lips over the neck, from the soft nape and down, until his progress was stopped by fabric. There a horizontal, straight black line crossed the skin. He wondered if it tasted any different from the soft white skin, passing his tongue over it. No, it was the same salty and exotic Renji taste! Byakuya’s body responded to the known, bitter, bergamot flavour, hardening soft places. He exhaled soundly. Renji writhed under him; his head dropped forward, more skin attainable. The black-haired man caressed the black marked nape, tugging at clothes so he could follow the marks down Renji’s well muscular back; his fingers tracing the zigzagging lines, his mouth chasing after the digits soft sweep; savouring. Renji wriggled and hissed.
“That tickles!”
“Hmm!” Byakuya sank his teeth into shoulder skin, an astonished groan out of Renji’s throat. Byakuya chuckled, licking and kissing the wounded bruise tenderly.
“I am fascinated with your tattoos. Their symmetry, their movement, their impact on your skin, the contrast with your long red-hair…” he sighed, as if having used all the words and resumed tracing the dark lines with his fingers. Grazing the nape with his nose, inhaling the familiar scent; Renji shivered once again, his legs trembling, his body bending forward. Byakuya bended with him, their bodies like one, holding tight, arms across the chest, so that he wouldn’t fall flat on the floor. But they lost balance and fell hard on the ground, one on top of the other, limbs mingled.
“Ouch!!!” said Renji, laughing and trying to move from under an amused looking Byakuya who laughed softly.
“God, you’re beautiful when you smile!” Renji uttered quietly, staring amazed at the other man. “Why do you smile so little? It’s…it’s…so, so great!” Byakuya blushed considerably at Renji’s remark, completely disarmed; not knowing what to say, he lunged himself on top of the Fukutaichou. Kissing his mouth furiously, hoping the man wouldn’t say some other embarrassing things.
Caught off guard, Renji fell on his back, the Taichou’s body pressed to his, binding his movements. His erection, started by Byakuya’s wandering in his nape, neck and back, harden by the breathtaking kiss. He responded, suckling on the piercing tongue and lower lip, attempting to have some say in the happenings. Hands played at his obi, releasing it, his chest exposed to the light air, his nipples hardening in the cold and with the speed increasing kisses. The eager mouth tantalizing his chin, leaving a shimmering trail on his jaw, and a slight bite in his ear lobe; moving lower to the front part of his neck, the attention there rivaling with the attention given to his nape, moments before.
Shivers and shudders run all through him; as the devouring mouth traveled his chest, lingering in attractive locations, like his tattooed lines, running down to his navel, or the ever so popular spot, his nipples. These were fondled, petted, stroked, grazed, kissed, bitten, licked, squeezed, rubbed, spoiled to a point where the simple brush of air would have him gasping and moaning. Feeling he was receiving too much attention and giving none back, tried to reach Byakuya, but a commanding hand kept him laying down.
“Let me!”
He obeyed the authoritative voice, laying back down, waiting in anticipation, as the traveling mouth descended from his navel, hungrily. Skilled hands quickly untied the knots in his hakama and pull it off him, the sliding of fabric in his erection making him gasp, throwing his head back, eyes closed.
Byakuya teased, his hands on Renji’s hips, pressing, lowering to his thighs; his mouth trailing down to the pubes, and then joining the hands in their exploit of the soft thigh skin. Renji squirmed, biting his lower lip, saying in a lust filled voice.
“Stop teasing!” Byakuya chuckled loudly, eyeing Renji’s face.
“A taste of your own medicine!” he said smiling openly. Renji returned the look, then suddenly closed his eyes, his whole body shivered.
“Hmhh… don’t stare at me like that or I’ll cum right now!” Byakuya laughed and then leaned down close to Renji’s member, kissing it lightly. The red-haired’s hand flung to his cock, Byakuya catching them just in time.
“Such hurry! You have to learn how to enjoy and be patient. It will be worth it. I promise.”
“Argh…jus…just…” He covered his face with his harms, exhaling loudly, a strangled moan escaping him.
“I know, I will” Byakuya assured him taking a quick glance at the man beneath him.
His mind still, quite, at ease; no doubts, no questions; it felt right, in place. The same could not be said for his heart, racing, thumping, leaping in his chest; and his body, responding in tune with the heart, a rush through his veins, his pale white skin, now in a soft cherry pink, and his penis quickly hardening in the sight of the enraptured red-haired Shinigami, his groans and squirms leaving him fairly close t the brim. He focused, it wasn’t his time, he was going to see this done, to see Renji’s face as he orgasmed, to have him moaning and writhing and screaming his name. He had wanted so for so long, he now realized.
May2007©MarinLiliz
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