A/N: (FxM) **LEMON**

Songs in this Chapter:
One More Night by Maroon 5
The Scientist by Coldplay
Single Ladies by Beyoncé
Falling Inside the Black by Skillet
Listen To One Story by Okiayu Ryōtarō & Orikasa Fumiko

Chapter 6: Page 2: Blame it on the Alcohol…

Byakuya saw the impudent child grab and hold onto Rukia, and then he proceeded to grind into her from behind! 'I don't care that he's the Soul King's grandson, this I cannot allow!' he thought, then cast Hadō #4 at Ichigo's head. Rukia moved the boy out of the way just in time, and the pervert seemed to yell something at him. He turned his eyes to the outlaw Shinigami.

"You can't just go tossing around Hadō like that, in a place like this," Kisuke spoke in a very calm and serious tone.

When they got off the stage, both Byakuya and Kisuke were staring each other down. But Rangiku had picked Byakuya's song "Listen To One Story" from the list and she gently and playfully pulled him to the stage. Rukia knew the other FukuTaichō was also getting her brother out of the situation, and she was grateful. When Urahara Kisuke radiated that kind of reiatsu, people found themselves having trouble breathing. The music played and Rukia heard Rangiku singing the sorrowful lyrics of this particular song. Then the beat picked up and Byakuya sang with such beauty it brought tears to her eyes. When Ichigo asked her to dance, and she guardedly agreed.

Byakuya did not even want to play this game, nor sing the ridiculous songs these, hooligan's chose. It was Byakuya's belief that with the exception of Rukia, all of these people needed lessons in propriety. At least his song was respectable and did not involve too many tone changes or movement at all for that matter. It also had a simple message; that two hearts should following their emotions, and to believe and trust in only the heart. He wanted very much for Rukia to believe, and trust in him. They finished the duet, and Byakuya stepped from the stage. Walking quietly over to the table, he stated that he would be taking his leave of the group. He could not stay here anymore, with the boy fawning over Rukia, and him, expected not do something about it. Byakuya pulled Shiba Isshin off to the side for a minute.

"I understand we have a difference in opinion, when it comes to suitability. However, that being said I trust my sister to make the right decisions when it comes to how she should want to live and who she wants to live a life with," he began. "So, if Kurosaki Ichigo intends to pursue my sister, I hope that you at least can have him go through the proper channels."

Isshin gave Byakuya, a baffled look before he answered, "Kuchiki Taichō," now Isshin spoke with all the propriety the head of the Kuchiki clan could expect of the son of the Reiō. "From what I understand, my son has absolutely no desire or designs on your sister. Other than her friendship, of course." Isshin must have seen Byakuya's surprise, because he felt the need to add, "I know for a fact, my son's attentions lay elsewhere." Then Isshin pointed to a laughing figure at the table they had spent the night with, in gaiety. Byakuya didn't think he could stand on his own anymore. This bit of knowledge was too much for the 6th division captain to process. Byakuya swayed slightly on his feet, and then Isshin called his sister to him. "Rukia-chan, your brother needs to go to the room. Please see him there." Nothing more was said, as Rukia walked Byakuya to the guestroom at the hotel.

Did Byakuya have to have the best suite? Luckily, this one happened to be on the 1st floor of the hotel. "Nii-sama, please, I know you have better poise then this," Rukia stated to the man, she had no idea why Byakuya had finally lost his composure. Something that Isshin said mixed with all that sake must have pushed Byakuya too far.

"Rukia? What are your feelings toward, the Kurosaki boy?" he had to know what her thoughts were. There was no way he would allow Kurosaki to insult his sister's feelings, by taking up with that person.

"Ichigo? I like him and he was the first person to befriend me when I first came to the world of the living," she told Byakuya. He stumbled while they walked to his suite, so Rukia placed a hand to his chest to keep him steady. "Nii-sama, what's all this about?" making a quick turn they reached the room. "Oh, nii-sama, I need the key for the door." Byakuya reached into his pants pocket where he kept the card-like key for the room. His hand kept slipping as he sought out the keyhole. So Rukia reached for his hand. "Sorry nii-sama, I'll get it, ok?" She took the key and opened the door. Then they made their way into his room, with the door closing of its own accord behind them.

Byakuya stood back from his sister when they were in the middle of the suite. His hands were holding her at her shoulders, and a distance. In her beautiful violet eyes, he saw concern for him. "Rukia, I need to know if you think a match will come of your involvement with Kurosaki Ichigo. That is what this is about." Her cheeks went red, and her breathing seemed to get heavy.

Rukia was stunned, even her own brother, thought she had feelings for Ichigo! This made her slightly incensed. Byakuya was the one person who should know at least this about her. That she could possibly fall for a child was ridiculous! She heaved a long drawn out breath, and let it go just a deeply. Then she did something she never thought she'd have the courage or insanity to do. Rukia pushed her brother backwards, and he fell to the bed behind him. "What a preposterous notion! Ichigo is an infant!"

She was pacing the floor in front of the bed as she rattled off all the reasons it was outlandish of him to even, contemplate the idea. Byakuya didn't hear what she said past, Ichigo was an infant, and he couldn't. All he could focus on was his dear sweet Rukia, didn't love Ichigo! But wait… did that mean someone else had her heart? He needed to know this too, and now was the only time he'd ever have the nerve to ask and find out. "Then Rukia," he called and interrupted her tirade, "is there someone you do have a fondness for? Someone you might wish to make a match out of?" After he said those words, he dropped his head to the mattress of the western style bed. He didn't think he could look at her say someone else's name.

"Huh?" she was dumbstruck. 'Did nii-sama want to get rid of her?' she thought. The elders must be putting him up to this, to get the distasteful Rukongai street rat out of their estates. "There is no one I care about, or wish to be pleased with me more, than Byakuya nii-sama!" she declared and bowed at him from the end of his bed. She didn't think it sounded too outlandish, other than the knowledge that she loved him; her statement was perfectly reverent and obedient. She remained like that kowtowed, waiting for his response. She didn't expect his next actions.

Byakuya was so elated when he heard those words come from her; he thought he must be dreaming again. So he rose from his position and sat on the end on the bed, resting his hands to her shoulders as she prostrated herself before him. When she didn't lift her face to him, he placed a hand under her chin. He got to look at her now, with her flushed cheeks, and reverent features. He stroked her cheek with his thumb, no longer able to hold back this little bit of affection for her.

"Nii-sama?" she questioned. Byakuya would never touch her in such a way. It's the sake, he's not himself now. "Let me help you, get to bed." She rose from her knees, while his hands fell from her cheek and shoulder.

Alone in this room, away from elders, away from responsibilities, and away from that bothersome boy, Byakuya leaned forward into Rukia's embrace. When his hands fell to her waist, Byakuya pulled her in close to him, and took a deep breath. She smelled like lemon and coconut.

"Nii-… Nii-sama?" Rukia questioned again, but she didn't want to push her luck too much. Byakuya never held her, even when she grieved over Shiba Kaien, Kuchiki Byakuya was as distant as he ever was. This man before her seemed delicate, like he could be broken. Rukia wanted nothing more than to make him feel better. Even though she questioned his touch, she didn't want him to let go. She felt so shameless in that moment.

Byakuya looked up at the woman facing him, and could think of nothing more right, then her here in his arms. "Rukia, don't call me that right now," he declared.

Byakuya's eyes were no longer a cold steel grey, there was a fire brewing in them now. Rukia wasn't sure what she just heard, all she thought was 'he really was slammed'. But she liked the feel of his arms around her. Rukia elevated her hands to Byakuya's shoulders, "Nii-sama," she began gently, "I have always thought of you as a formidable man." Rukia's fingers boldly grazed, the perfectly flawless cheeks, to thread into his long glossy black locks. "But right now, for the first time, I can take care of you, like you have always taken care of me." Wow, she loved the feel of this dark hair in her hands! Rukia didn't want to let go, but she had to, Byakuya was completely drunk and he doesn't even know what he's saying. That was what Rukia thought, until she was lifted off her feet and brought down to her back on the bed. "Nii-!"

"I just told you, not to call me that, Rukia; must you always be so impudent?" Byakuya was now propped up, on his forearm, against the mattress, and his other hand supporting the rest of his weight, while leaning across Rukia. His face was so close to her now, Byakuya could feel her gasps caressing his neck. Shivers of excitement reached from his chest to his belly, sending jolts of exhilaration down his legs. She was the most beautiful he's ever seen her, with her arms tossed over her head, from being drawn down onto the bed, they framed her glowing features. Byakuya looked into Rukia's eyes and saw something akin to desire. Could she? Did she? A multitude of emotions and thoughts flooded his mind, he had to clear it. So he lifted himself from his position and turned from her. "I'm sorry, Rukia."

Rukia didn't know what to do. She shifted herself up, and bent her knees to sit on her ankles. She crawled her way slowly over to where Byakuya sat and reached a hand out, but she dropped it before it could touch his unbent back. "Nii- em, Bya-, Kuch-?" she growled slightly at her frustration. With his statement from before, Rukia had no idea what to even call him now. But she worried that his statement, meant he didn't want her to be a part of his family anymore. "Please, talk to me. I do not know what you need me to do for you. How can I make things better?" This time when she reached her hand out to him, she connected with his back. When he didn't object to her touch, she reached up with her other hand and brought both arms around his shoulders. "Please allow me to continue to call you brother, I can't think of my life without you in it!" Rukia leaned her chin on her arm that still held Byakuya about his shoulders. As she leaned in her chest made contact with his upper back, and she could hear a hiss come from him. She pushed him too far, she was about to lose everything!

Byakuya placed a hand to the one at his neck, when he felt her small breasts skim against his back; he couldn't hold back the pleasured whistle from escaping his lips. "Rukia, you have to leave," he told her. Byakuya didn't know how much more of this he could take. Right now, he was holding himself back as much as possible, even while his head was swimming with the amount of liquor he'd consumed. He turned towards her then, and her head was bowed once again.

"I understand," she said, her voice trembling with emotion. Rukia was holding back her tears; she couldn't let him see her weakness. She made to leave, when Byakuya pulled her back.

"What is it that you understand?" he questioned.

Looking into his heated eyes, Rukia couldn't hold back those tears any longer, "I have shamed you, and the Kuchiki name, in some way, for the last time. I will not fight your decision. Thank you, for all you have done for me all these years," she cried, as Byakuya drew her in close. He lifted her by the chin and brushed his lips over hers. They fell backwards onto the bed again. Her sobbing began to subside, and her eyes opened briefly, before closing them again at the feel of his soft lips on hers. A hand still gripped in his, she was trapped between the mattress and the hard body above her. "Mmm," she moaned when Byakuya's tongue slipped over her lips. Byakuya slid the hand which held hers, down her arm, curling around her shoulder.

"Rukia, I told you to leave because," Byakuya breathed out a long sigh, placed his forehead to hers, and then continued. "Because right now, I am not the head of the Kuchiki clan," he caressed a finger down her cheek. "I am not your brother," he kissed both her eyelids. "I am just a man," he bent his head and kissed her neck. 'And I can't be alone with the woman, who has had me captivated for so long,' he thought but stopped himself from revealing. Then he heard Rukia's faint voice in his ear.

Rukia stopped thinking, how could she when the man she has loved for such a long time, was touching, and kissing her like this. "Please, tell me this dream will last forever," she whispered without thought. She only realized she said the words out loud when Byakuya stopped his caresses, and lifted his eyes to hers. "I'm sorry, please forgive my disgraceful remarks," Rukia begged and tried to cover her beet red cheeks, but Byakuya's arms were stopping her.

She wanted him? She wanted him, to touch her? To kiss her? 'There is no one I care about, or wish to be pleased with me more, than Byakuya nii-sama' was there more to that statement then Rukia let on? "Rukia," he breathed her name against her lips. Her eyes shut again and Byakuya felt her shiver.

That's it; there was no stopping this now. Byakuya's mouth was on hers again, and he thrust his tongue forward. Rukia was accepting and reciprocating a response, as her tongue tangled with his. When Byakuya released her arms, Rukia slid them up his sides, to reach his back. Byakuya rolled her so she was now atop him, while still holding her close. Sitting up, never leaving her lips, his hand floated up to the zipper at the back of her neon pink bridesmaid dress. He painstakingly worked it down and slipped his hands into the back of it, rolling the single strap off her shoulder. Byakuya gently tugged the top of Rukia's dress down. He would do what he could now, not to frighten her away. After all this time, to finally have her and have her wanting, he did not want her thinking too hard.

Rukia liked the slow pace Byakuya was taking with her. She was afraid he would stop if things went too fast, and the last thing she wanted right now was for him to stop. She would deal with the consequences later. Rukia loosened the blue tie; Byakuya had worn, and carefully unbuttoned his shirt. Her hands encountered the skin at his chest and felt the muscles there quiver, as a soft groan escaped his throat.

After Rukia skimmed the jacket and shirt off him, Byakuya brought his hands to her chest as he grasped her small breasts. They fit perfectly in his hands, and were softer than the finest silk ever to grace his palms. Her soft gasps chanted in his ear, and her lemon coconut scent, wafted into his nostrils, causing him to fall ever further under her spell. He did not know what the consequences were going to be for this one moment of bliss, but right now Byakuya did not care. For this one moment, he would pay whatever the penalties if it meant he could have Rukia as he has always wanted her. Here in his arms, loving him.

"Nii-sama," her whimper was intoxicating, and he liked the way her voice pronounced his status, even if he didn't feel like her brother. The tremble and rapture in her words and gasps drove him forward. He could think of nothing but Rukia making those sounds for him, because of him, and about him.

A ripping echo, reverberated in the large room, as Byakuya tore away the last of Rukia's dress. She was now naked atop him, save for the panties barring his full exploration.

Rukia didn't allow the destroyed dress to dissuade her from her course. She swayed her hips on Byakuya's evident erection, causing her own center to quiver and become slick. She wanted him inside; she could not wait any longer.

Byakuya couldn't wait any longer; he had to be inside this invigorating woman. He pushed her panties to the side exposing her wet hub to his scrutiny, and unfastened his pants to release his own desire to her. Rukia slid her smooth and warm core over Byakuya's length before she sunk down onto him.

Both Shinigami's cried in ecstasy as the feel of finally being one took over. After the initial surprise of this intimate act, Rukia lifted herself on her thighs while bowed over the man beneath her, and rocked her hips slowly. Byakuya pulled her forward to claim her lips as she slid herself up and down in exquisite ecstasy. With their tongues entangled in a love game mimicking their bodies, Rukia began viciously taking Byakuya, to a new realm of pleasure. He grabbed her hips slowing her pace, so this delight lasted longer for both of them. With the pleasure mounting, Byakuya was not sure this would be long enough, and then Rukia shuddered around him. The feel of her inner walls gripping at him, took away any thought of slowing this down, so grabbing her hips, he impaled her rapidly to heighten her orgasm.

Rukia's head was tossed back as the orgasm over took her. Never had she felt so blissful, or wanted in her entire existence. The feel of Byakuya under her, and penetrating her was like being in total control and out of control at the same time. She raked her nails down his chest as the pleasure he gave her intensified. And though she marked him he didn't protest, in fact he relished in her volatile response. And as he pumped into this petite and beautiful woman, she repeated the name she has always called him, "Nii-sama!"

He wasn't sure if it was her shouts of pleasure, or her calling out to him, or the sudden intense feel of her gripping his cock tightly with her inner walls, but with her final cry to nii-sama, he couldn't hold back his own release. He pulled the small raven haired woman above him, close to his chest, and rolled her over one more time. Penetrating her from above, Byakuya drove deeper into Rukia. Her nails now scraped down his back, drawing out small droplets of blood, as again she called out with his final hard and long thrust, "Nii-sama! Hah, Byakuya, I love you!" he disintegrated at her words. All that was him, was now in all that was her, she would control and command his heart from this moment forward. No matter the situation, or the circumstance, nor the occurrence or event, whatever comes she would rule over him. 'That is how much I love you, Rukia,' he thought but dare not express, as he gripped her waist and emptied himself into her womb.

Byakuya was depleted and dazed as he removed himself from her and rolled to the side. One arm still held Rukia beneath her neck, and he pulled her to him. She must have been exhausted as well, because no sooner had Byakuya cradled Rukia to him, she was sleeping soundly in the safety of his arm. That's when he looked down and saw not only had he done the unthinkable by taking his sister in a most crude manner, but he hadn't even removed his pants completely! Byakuya gently detached Rukia from his embrace, and with a swimming head, finished removing his garments and had hers sent to be mended. It was in the bathroom while he attempted to clean himself up from the encounter that he realized just how much more grave his situation really was. On the cotton, white washcloth was a moderate streak of virginal blood. 'Dear Kami! What have I just done!?'

"Dress, we leave for Seireitei shortly," Byakuya told Rukia when she awoke the next morning. He stood at the window far from the bed Rukia lay in now. It looked as if that's where he'd spent the remainder of the night.

Now sober and within her rational mind, the events of the previous evening replayed in her mind and her face grew warm with embarrassment. "I need to retrieve-,"

"Gather what you need from your room," he interrupted. "We can return the Gigais to Urahara's Shop." Byakuya refused to look at Rukia as he spoke to her. "I expect to be leaving within the hour."

With that, he effectively shut her out and sent her on her way. After a brief encounter with Ichigo in the hall, Rukia returned to her room gathered her few belongings and was ready for their early return to Seireitei.

The Kuchiki Manor…

Byakuya needed time to think, before he could face his sister. He'd committed an unspeakable act, against her, and against the Kuchiki clan. After returning to Seireitei, and sending her home first, Byakuya was to inebriated to do much thinking the night before. Byakuya sought solace in the one thing that would remain forever constant through his life. He meditated with Senbonzakura.

Byakuya entered his inner world, with its lush green landscape. He was standing in a field of fertile green and high uncut grass. In the distance were sakura trees lined into 4 rows. Two rows on each side of a graveled path, leading to a portico. The portico itself was of dark wood and roofed over with terra cotta plates. It lay over a large pond teaming with dozens of koi. The sakura trees blew on a veiled breeze, sending dozens of its petals across the landscape. At the end of the portico, stood an armored man, and though Byakuya could not see them for this distance away, he knew that the piercing blue eyes behind the samurai mask held a look of serenity and tranquility. Byakuya walked under the portico and his long strides carried him swiftly to the Zanpakutō spirit.

"You know why I've come to you," Byakuya spoke straightforwardly to the samurai.

"Of course, Kuchiki-sama," Senbonzakura replied back just as pragmatically as his master. "And the resolution you seek is simple. You also know the answer, though you refuse to see it." Even with Byakuya's cool mannerisms, Senbonzakura could always see past the façade. So when Byakuya's features gave a brief puzzled expression, he elaborated. "While we loved Hisana, we both know, she never returned that love truly. She was forever grateful for our love, but with her heart forever lost to her sister, she couldn't give us back what we needed."

Byakuya contemplated Senbonzakura's remarks, coming to the same conclusion. "I understand what you say. Now though, I have lost my own heart to the same woman."

"Yes, we have," the samurai expressed. "We are forever tied to her. Sode no Shirayuki, has been mine for far longer than you have had Rukia. We have been waiting for you to open the gate for us."

This news set Byakuya back, for a brief moment. "You and Sode no Shirayuki have… a fondness, for each other?" It was a stupid question, he knew that. Senbonzakura all but said that to him, but he needed to hear his Zanpakutō speak the words.

Removing the mask of his helmet, Senbonzakura revealed his face to Byakuya. While he has seen the face of Senbonzakura before, never had Byakuya seen such fierce possessiveness in those eyes. Eyes that were the brightest blue, and his features, that maintained a striking resemblance to Byakuya's own face.

He turned from Byakuya then, and looked out from the open air portico to view a large koi, fly from below the surface of the lake, into the sky. It was as if it was saying to both men, 'You guys are too serious, step back and let life claim you.' Then it was back into the clear blue waters of this magnificent setting.

Byakuya felt the koi's message, as well as Senbonzakura's, and realized he was just like that. Even though he had denied his feeling for Rukia, and continuously pushed her away, less he gave into those emotions. He was the koi, running away through the air to escape something that was never going to let him leave. No matter what he tried, Rukia would pull him back to her. And without her, he couldn't even breathe. Closing his eyes at that recognition, he felt an incredible calm wash over him. Everything became clear in that moment and he knew what it was he had to do. Both he and Senbonzakura exchanged a glance, and he nodded to his Zanpakutō as he left his inner world.

He visited his parents' graves, and spoke with them. He wasn't sure what it was he was looking for in coming to them. Perhaps it was for forgiveness for breaking another promise, in falling in love with Rukia who was not only his adopted sister, but the sister of his dead wife Hisana. Or perhaps condemnation for those same reasons. He had contemplated visiting the vigil he'd had of Hisana, but then thought better of that, while he had loved Hisana, it was in no way a comparison to what he felt for Rukia. And he just felt, it would be too much of an insult to bring this problem to her.

He arrived at the Kuchiki manor, and went straight to his wing. Byakuya then removed the night's clothing, and put on his house kimono. Removing the kenseikan from his hair, the opulent black strands floated down his back and framed his face. Inhaling deeply, he made his way to Rukia's wing and quarters. Byakuya hesitated for a second, before he knocked lightly on her door.

Rukia heard the knock come from her door, and knew it was Byakuya. He'd finally come to pass judgment on her. Kneeling, she went to the floor as soon as she disconnected from her mattress. Rukia gave her permission for her brother to enter, and there prostrated again before him, she waited. Byakuya entered and circled her once before he spoke.

"Rukia ..."

A/N: Songs mentioned in this fic, are the sole property of their respective owners.