The scritch-scratch of a pen hitting paper was noticeably absent, Renji realized. Looking up from his work, he noticed that his Captain was stacking all the papers on his desk, neatly placing them on the floor. Unusual yes, but Byakuya Kuchiki was an unusual person, and he could do whatever the fuck he wanted. If he wanted to do some interior decorating today, well, Renji wasn't going to stop him.
"Uhm Captain, what are ya doing?" Renji decided to ask, just in case Byakuya wanted to actually participate in a conversation.
"What does it look like, lieutenant?" Byakuya deadpanned back to him in his usual way, and Renji decided that he wasn't going to bother answering that. A few minutes passed, and Byakuya's desk was clear, everything stacked neatly on the floor. He turned, flowers and bubbles forming around his very form like they always did, captivating Renji. "I have a favour to ask of you, Abarai."
"What is it, Captain?" He asked warily. This was going somewhere he was going to thoroughly regret later, he just knew it.
"Because of... complications with Rukia, I'd like you to strip and lie on my desk," He fucking called it, that faggot was going to rape him. Well Renji wasn't having of that, so he stripped and got on Byakuya's desk like he had ordered because Renji was pussy whipped.
Sitting in his chair, Byakuya stared at Renji's tattooed chest for a moment, frowning. "It'll have to do."
"What will?" Renji said, puzzled. Byakuya ignored him, pulling a thin container from his robes, twisting off the cap; he slowly poured the powdery white contents in a straight line on Renji's chest. Setting the container on the desk, he procured a straw from his robes and went to work.
Renji couldn't believe that the one and only Byakuya Kuchiki was snorting cocaine off of him! Regular people would die for this honour, but his Captain had chosen him for the task!
"You know why I snort coke off people, Abarai?" Byakuya said casually, as if he talked and did this all the time. "Because I'm fucking rich, that's why."
Renji couldn't argue with that logic. If he was rich he'd snort cocaine off Byakuya every day of the week. When Byakuya finished he suddenly stood up, getting up on the desk and effectively straddling Renji.
"Now I'm going to completely devastate your ass," Byakuya stated with fervor. He leaned in close, so his breath tickled Renji's ear, "because I'm fucking rich."
And so Renji's promise to himself that he would never again be anally ravaged by Byakuya was thoroughly broken.