Moonspell
(I have opted to return this story to the oneshot it originally was. This story has been edited to make content fit the M rating. The unedited (and vastly superior) version of this story will be made available on AO3 and Aarinfantasy.)
Chapter 1: Full Moon
"Good-night Kuchiki Taichou."
"Good-night Abarai fukutaichou."
With a solemn expression and measured steps, Kuchiki Byakuya left the Squad Six Headquarters. Sun had set and full moon risen, but his eyes looked straight ahead, oblivious to all but the street before him. Calm and tranquil, he proceeded slowly, light falling over him, placing tiny highlights in the dark swirls of raven black hair and lighting the dark centers of the deep gray eyes. Haori and ginpaku kazahana no uzuginu floated on the cool breeze, dancing lightly around him, already caught in the spell of the full moon.
The doors to Kuchiki Manor opened from within. He passed through them, nodding with half-lidded eyes to the ones who greeted him, then turned and passed down the long wooden walkway, surrounded in sakura breezes. He bared his feet at the door, then stepped into his room, leaving the doors to the garden opened wide. He stepped calmly past his bed, moving into the dressing area to begin the silent ritual.
Soft, pale hands reached up to unfasten the kenseiken. As it was pulled away, the suddenly freed strands of black hair fell down over one sleepy gray eye. He set the kenseiken carefully on its stand, then reached up to unwind the flowing ginpaku kazahana no uzuginu from its place at his throat. This he hung neatly, letting the ends fall nearly to the floor, but not allowing them to touch it. He moved on then to the fingerless gloves, baring light skin made tender and sensitive by the constant press of white cloth on the surface. One hand lowered and pulled free the tie at his waist and he slipped the fabric from his shoulders, catching it as it fell away and dropping it into the clothesbasket for cleaning. He loosened the hakama and let it fall in a lazy swish, before stepping out of it. His moonlit skin glowed softly as he turned, and the gray eyes caught a glimpse of naked flesh, finally released from all bindings. He breathed in deeply, enjoying the momentary freedom from a life surrounded by rules, regulations, expectations. It was a slightly regretful hand that reached for the soft, dark red yukata and covered his flesh again.
Slowly, he stepped out of the dressing area, across the room and to a bed bathed in blue moonlight. The covers had already been pulled back and he slipped easily beneath them, sliding into cool softness. He sank into his pillow and lay awake for a time, gray eyes glowing with the full moon's light, filling with the unrestrained energies. Sighing softly, he gave himself over to the night and the dark gray eyes drifted closed.
Deep within the confines of his carefully controlled mind, the sensibilities of daytime were driven away and the full moon took control.
As the full moon fell across the open door, it's light filled his room and bathed him in its madness. The dark, senseless eyes opened to take in its fullness, then the bonds on his body released and he slowly rose from his bed. With soft, silent footsteps, he crossed the floor and passed through the open doors and out into the night. He gazed up at moon and stars, and showed no hint of surprise or distress as a golden light surrounded him and lifted him into the air. He flinched at the tearing sound of the garganta opening, but the spell of the moon had hold of all his senses now. And as the golden light surrounded him, it soothed him back to senselessness and his body relaxed.
Set down gently in the cool night sands, he walked with an easy stride across the desert and into the darkened courtyard. Hollow guards allowed him to pass without challenge, their heads bowing slightly as the heavenly form passed them.
The doors opened for him and he walked slowly to the stairs, his breath quickening as he ascended them. He paused at the top, one eye quietly observing as the doors drifted closed behind him, then he turned and made his way down the hall to a guarded door. This last door opened before him. He stepped through and waited as it closed.
All was quiet within. Here too, the moonlight streamed inside and cast its madness about, making beautiful what would be intolerable by the light of day.
"I'm glad you have come to me again…Byakuya."
The noble stood frozen, just inside the door, smoldering gray eyes fastened on brown, his heart quickening, fluttering, leaving his body feeling weakened.
"Sousuke," he breathed, his voice trembling.
The other was on his feet in an instant, flash stepping to meet him. He stood for a moment, watching the moonlight play over pale, perfect skin, then reached for his hand. With the joining of their hands, a part of the wall ahead of them dissolved and a stairway rose to lead them upward. Darkness followed by a creature of light, they ascended the stairs together. They reached the top and blinked at the return of the moonlight as they entered the glass domed room at the very top of Las Noches. They paused in the doorway, hands touching, holding each other as they took in the stars and moon. Then slowly their eyes fell and met…bright, steel gray and contemplative brown.
One hand slipped beneath the fine carved chin, raising the pale lips to meet his as the other reached for the tie at his waist and pulled it free. A shiver passed through the slender body as strong hands pushed the cloth back off of his shoulders and the red, silken fabric fell away, floating softly to the floor at their feet.
One hand extended and a paler one accepted, their fingers lacing lightly together as they stepped across the floor side by side. They stood for a moment by the bed, gray eyes locked on brown, a warm hand rising to cup a porcelain cheek. A very soft meeting of lips. The gray eyes grew hazy and lost. Aizen Souske's lips spread into a mischievous smile.
He wrapped his arms around the noble's slender, white body, laying his darker, hotter flesh against it, letting the warmth radiate between them. Slowly, he brought the other down onto the bed, sinking into the softness of fabric and flesh. He felt the racing of the heart beneath the flesh and watched rapt as a lovely blush rose on pale features. It was too much to resist, and he had no need for restraint.
Lips and warm breath brushed the shell of an ear.
"Ask me for anything, Byakuya. Tell me what you want."
Gray eyes widened and grew confused as the madness of the full moon descended and penetrated. As the other watched with predatory eyes, the pale, white form beneath him was filled with energy, brought to life.
"I want you…Sousuke…"
He descended on the perfect mouth, forcing it wide and thrusting between the parted lips to find the hidden heat and sweetness within. The taste was even sweeter than he remembered, the scent of cherry blossoms stronger, everything was made more perfect under the full moon. His fingers curled into the soft, silken hair, curving around his head, holding it in place as he plundered the sinfully sweet depths, his heart racing and his loins aching as his lover moaned into his mouth. He felt the tender vibration of sound and motion all of the way to his toes.
Soft hands and pearly nails slid down the length of his back, curving around and capturing his hips. They tightened and pulled insistently as the body beneath his arched upward into his. Still buried in the depths of that sinfully warm mouth, he ground his hips into the ones rising against them and was rewarded with a hungry, wanton moan. He tore his mouth away from his lover's and fell on the soft, white throat. The noble's head fell back offering even more to taste, to touch, to tease and nip. He accepted the invitation eagerly, first running his tongue slowly along its trembling length, then bathing every inch in soft, open-mouthed kisses. The body beneath him shivered with want and he felt himself smiling into the soft, pale flesh.
The noble's slim hips bucked upward into his and his own answered with deep, hard friction. The body beneath him writhed against him and the dark gray eyes caught his, silently pleading for completion.
He was all too willing to comply.
He pulled away briefly to gaze down at his lover's body stretched out across the bed, his flawless white skin bathed in moonlight. The dark eyes glinted back at him, fiery and restless and his lips moved in the shape of his lover's name.
"Sousuke…"
He ran the fingers of one hand over the lines of his chest, tracing each curve and dip, then he leaned forward and mouthed one erect, pink nipple, then the other. The light, sweet sound that issued from the noble's lips in response sent a jolt through his loins and his hardness throbbed hungrily.
He tried to remember that these nights were few and far between…that nothing was guaranteed beyond this moment, and that it should be savored. But the beauty he treasured lay spread out beneath him, achingly tempting and as wanting as he was.
And Aizen Sousuke found himself losing control.
He blazed a line of fierce kisses down the soft abdomen and sank his tongue into the navel, sucking deeply. The noble's body trembled and he moaned loudly, arching his back. Sousuke kissed his way down further, igniting another, heavy, panting moan and the noble's body shook softly. He pleasured the sweet nether region with loving care, and the noble's fingers threaded into his hair, eagerly encouraging him. As he moved, his eye caught the sight of a pale hand clenching the sheets, of a back arched in bliss, a lovely face bathed in pleasure. He intensified the pleasure even more and watched the sleek body tighten and tremble.
He wanted more. He wanted to make that pale, beautiful body shake harder…to make the noble moan even louder…to make him lose control…to make him scream.
He moved down even further, pushing the noble's thighs wide and teasing him with hot breath, a soft kiss, a probing tongue. Byakuya's eyes flickered, and went wide and black as his lover began the preparation for their lovemaking. Aizen almost laughed at the eager hips that bucked upward, at the impatient hands that clenched and unclenched, at the soft, pleading words that escaped Byakuya's lips.
"Ah…kami, Sousuke, please…"
The words were irresistible, falling from lips that never would say such things in the light of day…in a place other than this one bathed in full moonlight. He responded immediately, forgetting restraint, forgetting to slow down and savor, forgetting everything but his need to bury himself in his lover's core, to disappear into heated flesh and beautiful cries until both were sated.
He knelt over his spellbound love, smiling down into that sweet, wanting expression, one that no one else would ever see spread across those pristine features, he brought their bodies together, slowly to enjoy the pleasant warmth of the joining.
Buried in the noble's body, he brought his own down onto the other and brought their mouths together for a bout of fierce, deep kisses. He drew back slightly, then began moving, slowly at first, waiting to add speed and strength when Byakuya parted his blushing lips to plead for them. And then he gave everything in hard, lovely thrusts, in fiery kisses, in tightened hands that dug into the pale white flesh as they raged more fiercely against each other. He gazed down at the beautiful sight of Byakuya, wild eyed, gasping and panting, his body shaking madly, no sign of control anywhere. He smiled contentedly, bringing them over and into bliss, and watched the dark eyes blaze, the slender back arch wildly and the noble's mouth open into hard screams of pleasure. He drank in the sight and sound, letting it take him over the edge, off and into oblivion. His own body shook with hard pulses of release and he moaned and panted against his lover's sweat-slicked throat.
He let his head rest against a soft, pale shoulder, following the path of the noble's upturned eyes and staring at a blanket of stars that danced around the huge white moon.
He didn't want to break the moonspell, but he longed for more.
"Will you not stay with me until morning?" he whispered, watching the blood still pulsing, moving the skin of his lover's throat.
Byakuya turned and met the mouth that uttered those warm words with deeply pleasant, lingering kisses and a whispered promise to return when the moon shone full again.
"But," he said softly, "I must leave before the last star fades or the moonspell will be broken and I may not come again."
"And you want to come back to me?" Sousuke asked, smiling.
"Always," whispered the noble, "It is the only time I feel alive."
"But you will not stay."
"I cannot stay. Our worlds would collide and we would be broken, so this is the best that we can hope for. For now…"
"For now," Sousuke whispered back, capturing the sweet lips again.
They rose as far as their knees and shared a last few needy kisses, then Byakuya slipped out of the bed and leaned over his lover, bringing his lips to Aizen Sousuke's one final time. When the kiss ended, his lover's eyes drifted closed and sleep overtook him. Byakuya stood gazing down for a moment longer, then turned away and slipped back into his nightclothes. A hell butterfly floated by and a doorway opened, leading him out of the cool, desert night and back to his own garden. Silent steps carried him back through the garden and into his room. He slid back beneath the covers and closed his eyes, surrendering to sleep with a contented sigh.
When dawn returned, Kuchiki Byakuya rose and showered, then stepped naked into the dressing area. He paused for a moment, noticing the light bruise on his thigh and the red marking on his throat, and wondering where they came from. It always seemed to happen on the nights when there was a full moon. He shook his head in resignation, then pulled on his shihakushou…then the fingerless gloves. He wrapped the ginpaku kazahana no uzuginu around his pale throat, careful to cover the red marking. Then he set the kenseiken and haori in place and stepped out into the brightness of morning.
Somehow the flowers smelled more strongly and the colors looked brighter, but without considering why, he turned out of the garden and made his way out the front of Kuchiki Manor and onto the streets of the Seireitei. He walked with carefully measured steps, looking neither left nor right, oblivious to everything. He arrived early at the Squad Six Headquarters and took his place at his desk, smiling as Renji burst in just a moment later. He hid the smile and looked up dispassionately.
"Good morning, Abarai Renji," he said in the usual tranquil tone.
"Good morning,Taichou!" Renji greeted him enthusiastically,
He moved to his desk and sat down, then stopped to study Byakuya for a moment.
"Taichou," he said, furrowing his brow, "you look especially…content…today. You must have slept well."
"Yes," he said quietly, slowly blinking, "I slept well and had nothing but pleasant dreams."
"That's good," Renji said, turning back to his work.
"Yes," Byakuya whispered, "It is good."
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Aizen Sousuke smelled something delightfully sweet. He opened his eyes and found himself lying naked in his bed, his body covered in a blanket of cherry blossoms. He touched a soft petal with his fingertip.
"This is the best we can hope for…for now…my Byakuya."