"Urgh… Go faster goddammit!"
"I don't wanna hurt you!"
"Don't…unnh…go soft on me!"
"Fine! I'll pound you into the fucking ground, Abarai!"
"Ohhh…"
"Unnh…"
Kuchiki Byakuya's eye twitched. The noise coming from the dojo could be heard crystal clear in his office, and from the sound of things, Kurosaki and Abarai were getting…intimate. It had been like this for over an hour, and he was wondering just how long the two could go at it. They were like rabbits…
The captain shuddered at the sudden image of his lieutenant dressed in nothing but bunny ears and a very small pair of ladies' undergarments. Under these circumstances, there was absolutely no way he would get any work done.
But the thing that really got to him was the fact that he was scared. Kuchiki Byakuya, head of the Kuchiki clan and captain in the gotei thirteen, did not get scared. It was purely a fact of life. Yet here he was, palms sweating in anxiety as he knew what he had to do next. Rising from his chair on slightly trembling legs, he made his way towards the door to his office and then to the dojo as slowly as possible. He regained most of his composure during the short walk, but as he approached the building's entrance, all doubts came rushing back.
He pulled nervously at the scarf around his neck, an attempt to mentally prepare himself for what he was about to witness.
When his psyche was as readied as it could be under the circumstances, he took a deep breath and pushed open the door.
Opening his eyes (he now realized that they had been shut tight) the sight he took in was not what he had been expecting.
Kurosaki and the sixth division lieutenant were standing on opposite sides of the dojo, Renji's shirt ripped open and hanging down over his hakama, displaying his tattooed chest for all to see. Ichigo was crouched in a fighting stance, bankai released and ready to attack at any moment.
They both glared at him; they didn't appreciate the interruption to their training. Slowly, the captain backed away, through the entrance, and slammed the door behind him. He leaned heavily against the doorframe, glad to be alive. The looks the two men had given him…well, if looks could kill, he would be dead.
After taking a moment to compose himself, he put the indifferent mask back on his face and strolled (somewhat) calmly away.
o.o.o
Inside the dojo, Ichigo looked at Renji, eyes wide. "That was close!" he breathed, now out of Bankai mode and heading towards Renji, zanpakuto sheathed.
The lieutenant grinned, his eyes twinkling. Closing the distance between them, he captured his lover's lips in a heated kiss. When they finally pulled apart, Ichigo smirked.
"Guess we'll just have to be quieter next time."