I have felt like writing a fanfiction for these two for ages ! Please keep in mind that this is my first attempt at writing something like this. There will also be rape-lemon in one of the next chapters (Chap 3 or 4 I guess.) I tried my best when writing this fanfic, and I hope you enjoy this story as much as I enjoyed writing it !

Disclaimer; if I owned Bleach, I wouldn't even be able to write in English.

Hanatarou's POV

The stack of papers in his arms was threatening to slip away for the millionth time, and again Hanatarou quickly put them down to rearrange them. Why did the captains need so much paper anyway ? He sighed and put the last papers into place. He carefully scooped him up and began walking forwards slowly. Last time he had to deliver some papers, he had tripped and thrown the papers into a pond. As punishment he had to copy all the papers he'd and clean the pond. His hand still hurt from writing, and his back was still aching. Not forgetting his clothes. They'd been ruined after the cleaning session.

He was finally getting closer to his destination. Maybe this time he would make it without trouble ! He hoped that they would wait with bullying him until he had delivered the papers. Being late meant punishment, and the captain who he had to deliver the papers to was very strict. A shudder went down his spine, causing two papers to fall off the stack. As he put down the stack to pick them up his thoughts continued.

If Kenpachi would pay attention to the weaker shinigami, he'd be the number one scariest captain. Kurotsuchi-taicho would just stay in his laboratory and ignore anyone who he encountered, so that wasn't a problem either. Gin and Aizen had been creepy too, but now they weren't around anymore to harm him. The woman captains mostly ignored him or scolded him for his clumsiness. But Kuchiki-taicho…. That man was strong, but he did not ignore the weaker shinigami, and it unnerved Hanatarou to no end.

Those eyes, those cold grey eyes… Whenever he made eye contact he felt as if he was on a battlefield, facing his enemy. On top of the fact that he was awfully strong, he was also a noble, and that made everything worse. Hanatarou was used to looks of disgust, despise and sometimes pity, but the look the noble sent his way made him want to run away and hide until Kuchiki-taicho was as far away as possible. That gaze was as if it was hypnotizing him, whenever he looked in those eyes, he couldn't avert his gaze. Why didn't the captain just ignore him like everyone else ? Why didn't he yell at him and scold him ? He could handle that, he knew how to handle it. But that look…

Hanatarou stepped through the gate of the 6th squad and made his way towards the captains quarters. He tiptoed through the barracks, hoping that he'd make it to the captains office unseen. To his relief, he didn't encounter anyone, and he picked up his pace. Bad idea. As he walked around a corner, he bumped roughly into someone. Well, Hanatarou assumed it was a someone, but it felt like he ran against a wall ! Hanatarou let out a wail and made a pathetic attempt to save the paperwork, but it was of no avail. The papers landed in the pond next to the captains quarters, and Hanatarou couldn't do anything but watch them sink to the bottom, frightening the koi fish.

"Oh no Oh no oh no nonononono !!!" It was of no use, but he crawled into the pond, ignoring the slight pain in his ankle, and started to collect the bunches of sloppy paper. Hanatarou dropped to his knees and cursed himself. Why did he have to be so clumsy ? Suddenly a voice interrupted him. "Tch. You ruined my pond." All his hope faded like ice in a flame. Kuchiki Byakuya. 6th division captain and owner of the dirty and ruined pond.

He started shivering. He had been expecting a beating from the beginning, that was routine, but a captain beating him up ? That would be his death !! He knew that the 6th division captain loved his pond almost as much as his zanpaktou and Hanatarou clearly remembered the victim of Senbonzakura that had been brought in just a few weeks ago. And that had only been because someone had fallen into the pond. He felt his breathing hitching. He was in the pond too …. And he had probably poisoned all the fish with the ink and the paper….. Shit….

There was nothing he could do. Kuchiki-taicho was known to have one of the fastest Shunpo of Soul Society, and Hanatarou doubted he could've run away in any case. The silence was also scaring him, the lack of emotion on the man's face only frightened him more. Any moment, any moment and he'd be dead. In an attempt to save his life he started stuttering and shivering, and he was sure he could feel tears forming in his eyes. "P-P-pl-pleas-please… Do-do-don't…." He swallowed for a moment and tried to get the words out properly. "Please don't k-kill me !!" He bowed his head and planted his palms in the mess of watery paper and mud.

Hanatarou cringed at the angry reiatsu the captain let out, but he was glad. Anger was something he knew. He could handle things he knew. This anger was not the kind of anger that would get him killed. He had learned to read the reiatsu of his attackers to see what he had to prepare for. When their reiatsu fluctuated, a beating would follow, and then they'd be satisfied and leave him alone. When it spiked, it was more serious. With the intent to kill. But when it flowed in that peculiar way… No. He didn't want to think about 'it' right now.

The reiatsu that washed over him was slightly overwhelming, but it was controlled, and Hanatarou could sense he'd get away with a few broken bones. He was so relieved that he almost smiled. Broken bones could be healed, swords stuck through his brains could not.

He waited patiently for a foot or fist to hit him hard in his face or gut. It didn't help to tense up, he had learned that the hard way. He let out a surprised yelp when a hand grabbed his collar and roughly pulled him out of the pond, dragging him over the floor towards the gate.

He didn't struggle, it was better than he had expected anyway. When they approached the fourth division he almost let out a small yelp of joy. No beating, no death, just more chores. He smiled and let out a sigh of relief as they entered the barracks. Safety. The other members might bully him, but at least they did not physically harm him to the point of broken bones. When they entered his captains room he expected to be thrown to the floor like normally, but again Kuchiki-taicho surprised him by pulling him up and setting him on his feet.

"Unohana-taicho, when I asked you to send one of your subordinates to deliver the paperwork, I did not expect him to deliver it in the pond." Hanatarou cringed. Even thought this was better than a beating, he really hated to disappoint his captain. He fell to his knees and bowed. "T-taicho ! I'm so sorry ! I never meant to drop them, I am so sorr-" A soft voice interrupted him. "Hanatarou. Go outside. I will discuss this matter with Kuchiki-taicho." He shivered at the noticeable threat in her voice and scrambled towards the door quickly.

He slammed the door behind him and slid down to the ground. He placed his muddy palm over his ankle and started healing it. Standard procedure. He got his ankles sprained at least twice a week, not counting the sprains from beatings and….other things. He shuddered for a moment and hugged his knees. He was so cold! He'd have to sleep naked today. He had no clothes left to wear except the clothing he wore during sleeping. He sighed. In about a week or so, he'd have earned enough money for some new clothes, if the other members didn't take it away.

He felt disgusted by his weakness. He couldn't even protect the money he earned with hard work ! He couldn't protect anyone ! He couldn't even look Kuchiki Byakuya in the eye…. Suddenly the door behind him opened and sent him face first into the floor. He heard a small crack and felt a small stream of blood trickling down his nose. Kuchiki Byakuya glared at him for a moment, before turning around and leaving without a word. Hanatarou wiped his nose with his sleeve, not bothering to heal it just yet.

His Captain opened the door again and shot him a serious look that made Hanatarou cringe. "Hanatarou. Kuchiki-taicho told me that you have failed to deliver the paperwork, and that you destroyed his favourite koi-pond." She sighed and the serious look faded somewhat. "Hana… I tried to cover for you, but it's impossible to get you out of these kind of problems ! Why can't you stay out of trouble for once ?" She sat down and the serious look returned. "Kuchiki-taicho has asked me for permission to punish you himself."

Hanatarou's breath stuck in his throat. Byakuya Kuchiki. The cold distant and cruel man he had just enraged would be the one to punish him ? The fear of not living through the day returned at full force. "Hanatarou, I have always managed to convince other captains that you were not worth spending your time on, but Kuchiki-taicho is different. I cannot protect you this time. He has requested you at his personal quarters in the 6th devision barracks, tomorrow 6 'o clock.. Be one time." Unohana closed her eyes and returned to her paperwork.

Hanatarou had to force his legs to move. Personal punishment from another squad's captain. That was equal to receiving a death sentence. His knees were a bit wobbly. He had a slight feeling of what would be done to him. He would either receive a beating, accompanied with whips of large cuts by a sword, or.... He tensed without noticing and swallowed back the urge to cry. Rape. Please don't let it be the second option… He was already considered a whore by the 11th division, and being fucked by the captain of the 6th division wasn't going to help him to get rid of that image. Hanatarou the slut, the whore, the breathing sex doll.

He never told anyone about it though. He even allowed them to do it now. It hurt less when he didn't struggle. That didn't mean he liked it. He hated it. Despised it. Once or twice, one of his attackers would take pity on him and throw him some money. "This is enough for 'bout 7 drinks. That should be enough to wash away the taste of semen." Of course he had thrown the money away. He couldn't take it. He was being treated like a possession. A rent boy. His anger got the best of him and he kicked over a lonely vase, only to be scolded and receiving several hits on his head before being thrown out of the 4th division barracks.

Before the door was slammed behind him, Isane ran out. "Uh, Unohana-taicho forgot to tell you something. You will spend this night at the 6th division barracks. The following days you are only allowed inside of the 4th squad barracks when Kuchiki-taicho has given you an order to come over here.. I-I;m really sorry Hanatarou-kun…" She closed the door, and Hanatarou heard the locks fall in place. He swallowed and got up quickly. He needed to get somewhere safe. He decided a storage room was safe enough. There was no way in hell he would spend the night at the mansion of the 6th division captain ! He would be stuck with the Shinigami from the 6th squad, and even though they were a lot more gentle with him, rape was still rape.

He was glad he had decided to spend his night in the storage room, because it didn't take long before some drunk men swayed around the corner. Hanatarou had bad experiences with drunk men, especially in the night. He hated the night. He hated alcohol. He hated himself for being too weak to protect himself. His own squad members did not take him by force or harm him, but they did grope him occasionally when the captain was away, so he locked himself in his room every night. He hoped he'd wake up on time. If he was late at Kuchiki-taicho's room he could expect even worse punishment.

Of course, luck wasn't on his side, and when he opened his eyes, it was well past 10 'o clock.

Byakuya's POV

This was now officially the worst day ever. It hadn't been too bad in the beginning though. He had been walking around his private quarters, enjoying the sun reflecting of his beautiful pond. It was his favourite. He had designed it together with Hisane. When her name crossed his mind he frowned. Not a day would go by without at least a hundred memories of Hisane. Every flower he looked at, every bite of food he took, it all reminded him of Hisane… He felt annoyed with himself. Hisane wanted him to be happy. She had told him that. He should stop loving her and find someone else who could make him happy in his life. Sadly, that had only strengthened his love for her.

He picked up his pace, letting his mind wander as he tried not to think of Hisane anymore. He was about to turn around the corner when he collided with something soft and warm. He took a hasty step backwards and gripped the handle of his sword, totally taken by surprise. Everywhere were white paper floating in the air, and Byakuya was watching in surprise as the huge cloud of paperwork landed in his pond. He heard a slightly high-pitched yell, and the next thing he saw was a small girl in the pond.

She was desperately trying to grab the wet lumps of paper. Hisane ? It wasn't Hisane, he knew that, but this girl… His eyes travelled over the girls body. She was wearing old and baggy shinigami robes that looked at least a few decades old, and her hair was dripping wet. The robed stuck to the small frame, and he inched forward a bit, trying to get a better view of that nicely firm a- INAPPROPRIATE!!! He quickly forced his dirty thoughts away and formed his cold mask once again. "Tch. You ruined my pond." He was surprised at how normal he sounded. Had he been that good at hiding his emotions ?

He forgot his thoughts as soon as he saw the girl stiffen and turn around. Again, he was met with an unpleasant surprise. It was a boy. He wanted to bash his head against a wall. All those years numerous woman had been hitting on him, a few even trying to force themselves on him, all failing miserably. So many times he had defied the elder by not marrying the bride they picked for him, and so many times he had pushed away a beautiful woman. And now he bumped into a small weak BOY, and he gets aroused. Yes. Kuchiki Byakuya was aroused. He hadn't felt the need for sex since Hisane's death, but now it seemed as if he had been trying to live without breathing.

It took him a lot of self control to keep his little friend down, and he reminded the small trick Abarai had taught him. Think of dead kittens, death kittens, guts splattered out on the street… It worked, but it did not improve his mood. He ignored the boy's weak stuttering plea's for mercy and decided to take the boy to his captain. He would not, EVER give in to this temptation. Not ever.

He grabbed the boys collar and dragged him over the ground. He could've shunpo, but walking while hearing the small squeals of pain behind him was much more satisfying. He barged into the 4th squad and headed for Unohana's room. He was taking pity on the boy and made sure not to hurt him too much. His anger was ebbing away and he scolded himself for acting so irrationally.

When he entered Unohana's room, he set Hanatarou on the ground, making sure the boy didn't fall over. He complained for a bit, and he shot a meaningful look in Unohana's direction. He was grateful for her goo observation as she sent Hanatarou out of her office. He got to the point immediately. "I wish to be the one to punish him." It was out before he could stop himself. What am I saying ?! I must forget about this boy ! Those were the same words he had thought when he had met Hisane the first time. He frowned when he realized this. He couldn't trust himself on this matter, but there was no way in hell he would tell someone else.

Unohana gave him a strange look and her expression turned worried. "Ano, Kuchiki-taicho, I do not think he is worthy of spending your time on." Byakuya felt amused. Unohana really cared about her subordinates. Byakuya frowned and spoke again. "Unohana-taicho, I asked for someone to deliver me the paperwork you and I both needed to sign. First of all he arrives too late, and second, I find it in my pond, soaked and polluting my poor fish. On top of that, your subordinate destroyed even more of my pond. And if I am not mistaken, he is the same 7th seat that was suspended two weeks ago, and the same 7th seat that managed to burn down a part of the kuchiki library ?"

Byakuya turned around and took a long breath. He clearly remembered the panic-stricken face of his vice-captain when he told him that his library was on fire. Unohana had refused to let him meet the criminal, but Unohana's face confirmed his suspicion. So it had been the boy. "You cannot protect him from everything Unohana. I know it was him. You know my position as a noble, and you know I will not hesitate to get him a far worse punishment than cleaning up my pond." She threw him a disgusted look. He deserved it.

He was disgusted by himself for using his position as a noble just to take advantage of a young boy. It sounded even worse when he thought about it that way…. And when had he decided he'd take advantage of the boy ?! He scolded himself and closed his eyes. He turned around and only stopped to tell her the last parts of the 'deal'. "Unohana, I want that boy to be present at 6 'o clock tomorrow, and I want him to spend this night in the 6th squad's barracks or outside. You will not allow him inside. This is the first part of the punishment."

Unohana stood up and he felt her reiatsu fluctuating angrily. "Kuchiki Byakuya ! You have no right to command me or my subordinates!" Byakuya sighed, he had hoped he didn't need to do this. "If you want to be the one to punish him so badly, go to Genryusai. I am sure that he will decide which one of us will be the one to punish him." He knew she wouldn't do that. Unohana took pity on her subordinates and gave them light punishments. Sometimes so light they weren't even considered as punishments outside of the 4th squad. When Genryusai would find out Unohana would be forced to either punish all er subordinates mercilessly or give her right to punish her subordinates away.

He had won, and he left the room quietly. He shot a short look in the boy's direction and regretted it immediately. He was still so cute. He was shivering slightly, and his clothes were still sticking to his small and delicate frame. Tears were hanging in the corners of his eyes, and his lips were slightly parted. He was woken from his thoughts by a tightening in his pants and he jerked his head away. As soon as he saw the boy enter Unohana's office he shunpo'd away.

He didn't stop until he was safely in his room. A servant knocked on the door to ask if he needed anything, but Byakuya sent him away. He needed to be alone or he'd tackle the first human being he saw to the ground and fuck him or her. He hadn't felt like this in ages. Would he dare to touch it ? He stared down at the bulge in his pants. It was starting to hurt. How long had it been since he had found release ?

He pulled the kenseikan out of his hair roughly and threw them on the ground, his scarf and haori joined soon afterwards. He lied down on his bed and tried to ignore his hard on, but it proved fruitless. Every time he closed his eyes, he became more aware of how badly he needed to find release.

He groaned and decided there was no shame in pleasing himself after so long. He didn't even bother to pull down his pants as he grabbed his length through his pants. He moved his hand quickly his only goal to reach his orgasm. He closed his eyes and imagined. He used to have wet dreams about Hisane after she'd died, but when he tried to think of her, the boy appeared. Tomorrow he'd be close to the boy. He imagined running his hands all over the delicate skin, tasting it with his tongue as he listened to the sounds of pleasure the boy was emitting.

His breathing became ragged as he moved his hand even faster and gripped the sheets between his fingers. He imagined the shy voice of the boy whispering in his ear, begging him to fuck him. "Ah…" It didn't take him long to reach his orgasm, and he let out a loud gasp before falling back onto his bed. He'd have to put on some new pants tomorrow morning, but at the moment, he was happier than he had been in a long time.

He grabbed his pillow and closed his arms around it. "Sleep well…." He stopped snuggling his pillow and shot up in annoyance.

What the hell was the boys name ?!

My attempt at Byakuya's POV is pitiful. I know that, but it is a hard POV since only his creator knows his way of thinking. I also tried to live up to the M-rating but I am not sure if did a good job.

Please review, and do not hesitate to tell me what I did wrong !

Any suggestions ? I'd Luv ta hear 'm !!

~Lanny