Renji rushed through squad six's barracks, almost running down the narrow corridor to the office at the end. He flashed a few of his usual wolfish grins at his subordinates. Byakuya would be back in five minutes; Renji had to hide the evidence that he hadn't completed the morning paperwork before the Kuchiki noble returned. There wasn't a lot that vice-captain Abarai feared but he certainly didn't want to piss off his flawless captain. He darted into the room and filled his arms with the pile of disorderly papers spread across his writing desk. He made his way back towards the office door and froze as he heard soft footsteps and a silky voice ordering Rikichi to fetch something in a rather aloof manner. There was only one person it could be. Renji's eyes widened and his head spun around looking for means of escape. He found none. He ran to the other side of the office and pulled open the closet door, he quickly scuttled inside and pulled the door closed leaving a small gap so that he could see his captain. He hid his spiritual pressure as much as he could and settled himself down on a large dusty book. He almost started coughing as a cloud of dust and the smell of ancient books threatened to choke him. He heard the door slide open and decided it was best if he just didn't breathe as the noble glided across the office floor and knelt at the writing desk with such fluid grace that only Byakuya Kuchiki could carry.
Renji peeked through the narrow slit in the door. He saw his captain doing his usual writing. Renji was begging silently that his captain would have to leave the room; he knew the noble had to leave soon for a meeting with the Kuchiki council.
Renji heard the familiar creak of the sliding doors and saw a timid Rikichi enter, he heard the mumbling of the third seat and a bundle of very fine cloth placed onto Byakuya's writing desk. The noble nodded curtly, his slate grey eyes never leaving the parchment he was writing on. Rikicki shuffled quickly out of the room.
As the third seat slid the door shut Byakuya sighed audibly, a sound Renji had never heard before. Renji scooted closer to the slight opening in the door, watching in fascination as his captain placed his head in his hands. Renji felt pain lace threw him, he had never seen his captain lose composure in any kind of way. The dark headed captain remained there for almost a minute in some kind of internal struggle. Renji's heart was pounding against his ribcage. He shook his head to himself. Why was he feeling so bad about Kuchiki Taicho having a hard day? It wasn't as if the lieutenant actually liked the man, he admired him. Yes. He admired his strength and his ability to remain composed in any situation. But the stray dog hiding in the closet hated the noble's pride.
Renji's breath hitched in his throat as he saw the man rise from the desk, slowly opening the parcel of cloth, his perfectly pale delicate fingers unravelling the expensive silk to reveal a handmade Yukata. The deft fingers started to pull at the obi ties, Renji knew he should look away, his captain was about to change, but his eyes stayed fixated upon the perfect pearl white skin of Byakuya's fingers. He was fascinated by the way those perfect hands removed each garment of clothing. Byakuya ran these perfect digits across a pearly scar that ran from his chest to his shoulder. How did even scars manage to look beautiful on that man?
Renji found himself gasping as the Shihakushō dropped to a beautifully toned navel. Heat started to rise in the cramped closet and Renjii discovered his blood rushing to one very needy part of his body. He snapped his eyes away from the gap in the door and screwed his eyes shut tight. There was no way he wanted to get turned on by his undressing captain. He stayed this way for a few minutes until he slowly turned his eyes back towards the gap to see his Captain collecting a pile of paperwork into his arms, fully dressed in the most beautiful black silk Yukata that Renji had ever seen. The Kuchiki noble slid effortlessly towards the door and exited the room, leaving Renji in the closet with a rather uncomfortable situation. He almost felt the sweat drip from every pore as he tried to ignore the incessant aching at his groin.
He groaned as his hands touched his most intimate place. He had to sort this out now; there was no way that he could walk around the barracks with his glorious boner for everyone to see. He tried to imagine gorgeous girls in scantily clad outfits with chests to give Rangiku a run for her money but his mind kept slipping back to milky white skin and dark hair, and a toned navel and slate grey eyes. Renji groaned again and tipped his head against the dusty wall, his hand started moving faster of its own accord. Familiar sparks of pleasure shot from his groan right to his brain. His imagination was no longer interested in busty woman but instead gave Renji images of milky white thighs wrapping around him, cold dark eyes staring into his as a warmth enveloped Renji's –
"Aaah!" Renji grunted as he felt warm wet liquid splurt across his hand and onto his cool bare chest. He panted as he came down from his high; he felt his face blushing at what he'd just done.