Muah
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach.
A/N: Gotta love that irresistible kiss~
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It's not a heated affair. It's not a searing lance. It's not a luxurious greeting, or a languid poem of love.
Byakuya raised his eyebrows at the naked form of his lover and rubbed his nose at the point where hip met pelvis. The sharp black lines blurred some more, and he nipped at Renji's skin.
"They're not tattoos."
"They're not tattoos," the redhead murmured back.
"You paint them on?"
"I paint them on."
"Are you sleepy?"
"Am I sleep—yes."
His captain—only not here, here he was something else, something quieter and easier and warmer and softer—his captain smiled in a glowing way.
"While you drift off, can I paint them on?"
"Mmm-no. You'll mess it up—and I work so hard at those…"
"Renji," Byakuya whispered into his skin, moving up his body, "Let me paint them."
"Nooooo…" the breathy answer was cut off by the brunet's lips. He licked his way into Renji's mouth and slowly began to deepen the kiss, hands raking the redhead's shoulders and body pressing up against his chest until it was hard to tell where one began and the other ended. The kiss exploded, and Renji moaned loudly, winding his legs around his lover—
"Let me paint them."
"Okay."
Because, really, who would resist someone who could kiss like that?
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The phone rang and Renji picked it up. "Yeah?" he grunted, pressing his ear to his shoulder to keep the mobile in place as he brushed his hair.
"Renji, it's me. Something's come up at work—a meeting I can't avoid, Rukia will murder me if I don't show up."
"You're standing me up!" Renji exclaimed.
"I'll make it up you."
"Will you wear the black thing that I like?"
"…I'm standing you up, I'm not eloping with another man."
"If you were eloping with another man, I'm pretty sure you wouldn't wear the black thing for me anyway."
The brunet on the line sighed. "Yes, alright, I'll wear it."
Renji laughed and faced the mirror, admiring the sleek shine of his long hair. "Alright," he said, "You can go—but you should know that I look really pretty and I will be cheating on you tonight."
"Going out for drinks with the boys?" Byakuya asked unconcernedly.
"No. I'm going to go out with Ichigo and sleep with him."
Renji smothered a laugh as he heard the brakes slam on his boyfriend's car.
"What."
"Like a slumber party," Renji said, stepping away from the mirror, "You know, like the girls do. I'm going to find out what's so cool about it. And you know, stuff happens at slumber parties. We'll see if I can't woo him away from your little sister—"
"The meeting isn't that important. I'm coming home."
"But—"
"I'm coming home."
The line went dead. Renji stared at his cell phone and chuckled. "Paranoid little bastard," he hummed to himself and continued to brush his hair.
Byakuya showed up within fifteen minutes flat, and Renji winced to think of how maniacally he must've driven. They hugged, and Renji kissed his nose.
"You have to go to the meeting."
"But—"
"Don't be stupid, I'm not actually going to sleep with Ichigo. We'll just go out for drinks, like you said. Crib about how our lovers left us."
"Renji—"
Renji kissed him. It was that kiss, the one where he made Byakuya melt in his shoes, the one where he made the brunet's head tilt upwards until he was collapsing into his chest, tongues intertwined.
So irresistible…
"Alright, I'll go to the meeting. But you do look pretty. And I do love you."
Renji sighed happily. "And I love you for wanting to give up whatever it was that you were going to give me up for. Now go, I'm going to change before I meet up with Ichigo."
Byakuya brushed his lips against one last time, and left.
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…Meh, I feel like I wasted a really good idea on a mediocre fic, but I really like this pairing, so I guess it evens out.