A/N: First fanfic, be gentle. And note that the chapters following this one will have much more storyline to them. Comments welcome.
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or any associated characters, that all belongs to Tite Kubo. However, Mitsuki Shiramori and her Zanpaku-to Haku Ryū are all mine.
Mitsuki stood silent as the cool air of the night kissed her bare shoulders. It should have chilled her, but on this night it only seemed to intensify the fever burning beneath her skin. The wait had been so long and every second that passed felt like an eternity. He always had an irritating habit of making her wait, regardless of the situation. This was no different.
Earlier that day she'd experienced the rare event of seeing him fight. It wasn't like when he used to spar with her, this was a real battle of honor. Enhanced by the blood and ferociousness, his strength, intensity, and passion were undeniable. The sight had left her weak in more ways than she wanted to admit. If his smile could make her melt, then seeing him like this set her on fire.
That fire continued to burn even as she waited, hours after it should have dwindled away. The touch of fingertips on her arm had her whirling to face him. Light from the moon illuminated his crimson hair and flawless features. He was as breathtaking as ever.
Despite her efforts to sound casual, her voice still came out raspy and heavy with need, "you're late."
"Does it matter? I'm here now." He didn't seem to have any more control over his voice than she had of her own.
As always the wait had been worth it, even though it was far from over. She fought the urge to reach for him, determined to let him make the first move. Heat rose in her cheeks as he brushed the hair from her eyes. Even a touch that light made her lungs cease to operate.
"Turn around," he commanded, his rough voice slightly more than a whisper. Unable to deny him, she complied. When he pulled her close against him she gasped as the evidence of his arousal pressed into the small of her back. One of his arms wrapped tightly around her chest, holding her close, while he moved the other under her shirt and traced her toned stomach. The sensation made her head spin as the world around them dissolved into nothingness.
Unable to resist any longer, she raised her hand and removed the band from his hair. The silky tresses fell around his shoulders as her fingers weaved through them. There was far more she wanted to do, but she refrained. When they were like this, she always yielded him the role of dominance. It was the one place she never had to complete, the one place she didn't need to be stronger, the one place she could abandon her inhibitions and he'd be there next to her urging her on, as he did now.
Lighter than a feather his lips grazed the edge of her ear. "Shirt… off," he rasped, barely audibly as he loosened his grip on her. Without thought, her fingers untied the straps securing her halter top behind her neck and at her back. As the straps fell away he moved his hands over her breasts, gently caressing and massaging, driving her need to a whole new level. As he rolled a small pebbled nipple between his fingers a moan finally escaped her lips. He smiled knowing she was at his mercy, and slowly slid his hand lower. "These," he said, tugging on the edge of her hakama, "off."
Once again she did as he requested and the hakama slid to the ground. The breezy air felt refreshing on her bare skin, but did nothing to relieve the desire that had been building all night. Even though she knew it wouldn't be much longer, the need to touch him, to feel him, was overwhelming.
Softly, his warm hands traced the curves of her back down to her waist. Ever so slowly he worked his way over her delicate hips, across her lower abs, and down to her soft thighs. Her efforts to suppress a needful whimper where vanquished by his touch. He chuckled softly at the power he held over her with only his hands.
Turning her around, he framed her face with those hands and pulled her in to a kiss they both desperately needed. His tongue swirled around hers in a playful dance that she reveled in. Nothing in the world had ever tasted better than his kiss and she found it next to impossible to break the contact.
When she moved her hands to his chest he pulled them away and pushed her against the wall. He secured both her hands above her head with one of his. "Not yet," he whispered to her before kissing his way down her neck. Releasing her hands, he traced his tongue across her collar bone, then down to her breasts, lingering attentively over each peaked nipple. Slowly he traced the lines of her abs, and circled his tongue around her navel. When he kissed the inside of her thigh her knees went week and she had to lean against the wall to stay standing.
"Renji, please, I can't take this," she begged him.
A smile crept across his face as he stood. Slowly he removed his kimono and guided her hands to his chest. Her relief was almost palpable as she ran her fingers over his toned body. Finally she could touch those incredible muscles layered beneath this perfect skin. His tattoos were so irresistible she longed to trace them with her tongue. When she finally did, a deep groan came from deep in his throat. She knew exactly what he liked.
Slowly, she worked his hakama bellow his waist and gently placed her hand around his erection. Closing his eyes, he stifled a moan from escaping his lips. Usually he stopped her and took over when they got this far, but it had been too long since their last encounter and he gave himself over to the moment. Every stroke brought him closer and closer to ecstasy. When finally he couldn't take anymore, he grabbed her by the wrists and pinned her up against the wall again.
"My turn," he growled, spinning her around to face the wall. A gasped escaped her as she felt his fingers slide into her. She felt his other hand caressing her breast and his soft lips pressed erotically against her neck. Every breath she took became shallower than the last as he pushed her to the edge. Then, just before she reached the breaking point, he stopped all together and withdrew his fingers.
Her body ached from his absence and she whimpered with need. Pressing her rear against him, she begged for more. Rather than give in, he only chuckled and slapped his hand against her bottom. It was just like him to torture her like that then tease her to make it that much worse. Gripping her hair in his fist, he pulled her head back and planted his mouth against her neck. Gently he scraped his teeth across her delicate skin, bringing forth a shiver that traveled the length of her spine. Then, with his tongue, he caressed the same area leaving her breathless.
The noises of desire he drew from her fueled his own need; and as quick as that his carnal passion took over. The clothes that remained partially covering him were cast to the ground and his painfully hard erection was pressed against the woman in front of him. Straining, he fought the need to be inside her if only to torture her a bit longer until she was begging for him.
To his relief he wouldn't need to wait long. She was already grinding against him wildly, unable to control her own movements. The need to feel him against her, filling the void he'd left behind, had completely consumed her.
"Renji," she panted between breaths, "I need you… now."
The passion and need flowing from her words was enough to snap his control. The mere concept of gentleness no longer existed as he let loose the animal waiting inside him. Roughly, he slammed against her, filling her to the core with his aching member. She cried out in pain that immediately turned to pleasure as he reached around to massage her most sensitive, and aroused, areas. The intensely passionate creature he unleashed drove into her relentlessly, bringing them both closer and closer to release.
Sweat drenched their naked bodies as they both strived for the pinnacle. When he released a deep groan her body reached in turn, tightening and caressing him, desperate to hear the sound again. What she received as a reward was far better.
"Mitsuki…" he whispered in her ear.
Her name on his lips was enough to force her over the edge. Wave after wave of pleasure swept over her as her body convulsed and contracted around him. The intensity of her climax was enough to bring him to release. Pleasure washed over him as he spilled his seed inside of her.
Gently, he pulled her to rest against him, knowing she could no longer hold herself up. Leaning against the cool wall for support, he held her close in his arms. Both fought for breath as if it'd be their last, waiting for the afterglow to slowly fade away. She looked up at his face to see sated smile resting on his lips. Little did she know it would be the last time she'd see that smile.