I couldn't help it. They're so hot together!
The Orange Nightmare
It was odd, this thing, this thing that they were doing.
Kissing.
The earnestness, the desire, was something he had not felt for a long time.
When a decidedly masculine voice grumbled against his lips and tugged at his hair he didn't snap out of it the way he thought he would. With practiced hands, he pulled the wires and ceramic tubes out of his hair.
There was a low moan of approval as worn hands slid through his hair and caught at the back of his head, pulling him down into the kiss again.
Tounges flicked against each other, and Byakuya felt the same sort of calm that one got in the middle of battle. Against all reason, he slid his hands under the folds of shinigami dress and pushed it off the shoulders. It hung low around the waist, gave room for his hands to roam across a scarred torso.
There, now you're loosening up, was breathed against his neck, lips and teeth and tounge marking his skin...
Orange hair, amber eyes.
He woke up cold.
Just a drabble, but comment if you want.