Know what you can control and what you can't

Byakuya's room

Renji reached out to caress a strand of hair though free of the kensaikan was still shaped by it. He roamed his gaze over the noble's slender figure and noticed the tense posture of his body.

The defiant eyes looking back at him were not those of someone bothered because of losing a game. The eyes said more. The defiance and discontent ran deeper and Renji pondered where it was coming from. This was just a game no? Renji's thoughts went back to what Urahara had told him but he in all ignorance had dismissed.

"Renji, maybe another game would be best? Our Byakuya has never liked things running out of his control, you know."

"Na! He needs to get rid of some of that stiff attitude he carries with him all the time. I know he will like it."

And here he was now, eyes feasting on this sweet vision. Renji thought there was no better turn on than having his captain complying with his every wish. He knew, Byakuya would be upset at first but then he would warm up to whatever outrageous idea Renji had come up with. Renji also knew that deep down and in spite all that reluctance to give up control Byakuya really loved it when it happened. It was only that his pride didn't let him give in without first making a fuss.

"If you don't like the game why did you agree to play it?" asked the red-haired man.

The mischievous manner the question was voiced in bothered him to no end. Yes, he had agreed to this outrageous game being confident that he would bit his vice captain at anything. Little he knew Renji had been researching for this particular moment and devilishly cunning as he was regarding putting his captain in awkward and uncomfortable situations, he chose a game which none of them would have control on the results whatsoever. He stared at the two little black doted cubes wanting to summon Senbonzakura and slice them into tiny pieces.

He had lost. Again. Defiantly, he stared at his vice captain while shrugging out of his haori, folding it and placing it besides the previous discarded zanpakutou, scarf, kensaikan pieces...

Oh, Renji had most protested against taking his kensaikan one piece at a time arguing the different pieces were part of one item, hence, he should take off all the pieces at the same time.

But two can play a game. With a dismissing 'Abarai, you should heed your own rules' and much quoting of the meaning of the word 'piece' as a single item, he thought he had the upper hand because that way he certainly had more 'items to discard' than his vice captain. But the two little cubes were no help. He was losing one after the other, his vice captain always getting an upper number than him.

And there goes a glove.

Now, he didn't know what bothered him most. The lost of control of the situation or the fact that with every roll of the damnable small cubes he expected Renji to lose so he could glimpse more of the sensual tattooed skin.

And how come his vice captain discarded only his damn hair band so far? He could not feel any spell from the cubes so it could not be Renji was cheating. And he didn't think Renji capable of such tricks anyways; he was too much straightforwardly clumsy for that kind of thing.

This was one of the finest ideas he had come up with so far. Watching the all-powerful Byakuya Kuchiki reveal himself a piece at a time was the most exquisite experience one can enjoy in life… or death. Now, the fact the dices were tricked was something he will take with him to the afterlife after his afterlife. His captain would Bankai-him if he only knew.

There goes the other glove.

Such fine hands; such deadly hands too. Those hands will certainly punish him hard if his ruse was discovered. Well, he should not worry too much because short of his captain having a tea party with Urahara there was no way in hell he could ever find out.

Ah, there goes shitagi, kosode, hakama, hakama-himo, tabi, waragi…

Byakuya sat now in front of him in all his splendorous perfectly white, soft, creamy glory. Now was time to reap his reward. Yeah, this one promised to be a passionate and out of the ordinary encounter.

It maddened Byakuya when for whatever reason he ended up fully nude while Renji was fully clothed. It was all an internal struggle for him when they played these sorts of games. It was still difficult to be as care free as Renji but he was taking small steps at a time, or huge steps whenever Renji decided to experiment with something new.

He had learned it was futile to try to sidetrack Renji for he would then figure out some other crazy idea. So, he preferred to just follow through and he had to admit that up to this point no matter how out of his code of conduct, in the end, he always ended up enjoying himself. Renji knew him so well in that regard; he knew where to draw the line much better than himself. And that was as comforting as it was frightening.

So all the discomfiture he felt during the whole game was gone as soon as Renji pressed him against his almost fully clothed figure. His naked skin kissed by the light breeze coming from the private garden and at the same time caressed by the rough fabric of Renji's soul reaper uniform made his head dizzy with pleasure.

He threw away the remnants of his willful attitude and melted in his vice captain embrace.