And here's part two! I had it started, but I wasn't sure if I would finish it tonight or not, considering how much other crap I have to get done by the end of the week. It's not as great as I would've liked, but really, it barely surpasses vanilla status on the kink-scale. Here you have it: one of the few sweet, mostly non-kinky smuts, I'll write. If it weren't for Renji's biting fetish, that is...
Ah well, that's beside the point, yeah? :D Let's get down to business!
Warning: YAOI (boy x boy as in slash - if you don't like it please don't read it or bug me about it - thank you :D), oral, anal, slight cussing, biting, a little bit of blood, hints of masturbation at the end... you get the picture, yeah?
Disclaimer: Bleach doesn't belong to me *sniffle* it belongs to Tite Kubo...
Relaxation... or the Lack Thereof (Part II)
"We're not even close to finished."
That was all Byakuya heard before he found himself flipped onto his back and dragged to the edge of the soft mattress, his thighs tossed wide open to his partner's heated appraisal. Too exhausted to do much more than lie pliant and gasp, Byakuya could do nothing to stop the slick fingers from sliding over his skin to their own pleasure.
Renji took a long moment to examine his mortified lover's pinkened face and cum-stained, quivering body. "You're so beautiful," he commented lustfully.
With nothing to say, Byakuya laid still, tremors shooting through his oversensitive form. Was Renji going to fuck him now? Glazed gray eyes stared up at the redhead questioningly, waiting for the next move.
"You know," his lover added. "I don't want anyone to ever see you like this—no one except me. You remember who you belong to, don't you, Byakuya?"
His name spoken in Renji's husky voice was intoxicating. The dazed eyes fluttered shut. "Yes…"
"And…" Renji lifted one limp foot, caressing the graceful arch and seemingly fragile ankle. "Who do you belong to, Byakuya?" The redhead pressed his lips to the soft skin of the noble's calf, sliding them sensually up and down the shivering limb.
He was too tired to stifle his soft moan at the new touches assaulting his senses. "You…" he murmured, curling his toes as the slow burn of pleasure was rekindled in his belly.
Against his skin, Renji chuckled, nuzzling his knee. "You won't forget it," he guaranteed. "Tonight you're going to stand in front of a mirror naked and I'll make sure you never forget what you see."
Byakuya's leg was lowered, but instead of letting it drop over the edge of the mattress, Renji pressed it outwards, forcing his knee flat to the bed and repeating the process on the other side. The flush of afterglow on Byakuya's cheeks deepened to red once again as every intimate place on his body was uncovered—his legs were spread so wide it hurt! And there was nothing to protect him from Renji's ministrations. The hands that held his knees in place seemed as strong as steel against the efforts of his orgasm-weakened muscles.
Byakuya half-expected the redhead to take him right there like an animal, to slam his probably weeping, aching shaft up into the noble's clenching channel, to ravish it. He wanted that, though he didn't think he would be able to keep up with even the gentlest of paces at the moment.
With his entire body open to be played with and teased, Renji had a veritable feast before him, waiting to be devoured. Those crimson eyes narrowed. The last thing Byakuya expected was for the panting, red-faced man to begin kissing his inner thighs, butterfly touches that made Byakuya's belly clench with each new flutter of lips on skin. It was too gentle, too sweet… He stared down at his lover, wondering vaguely what Renji was up to this time.
He had his answer a moment later.
A shock of pleasure-pain went up through his body when teeth pierced his inner thigh. Immediately, Renji tongued the throbbing skin and suckled before pulling away with an audible pop. The noble gasped softly, seeing the love-bite that now marred his pale skin, brilliant scarlet on white.
"Like it?" Renji asked proudly. "I think it becomes you."
He proceeded to add another one. Byakuya moaned helplessly, arching his back at the electrical sensations moving up and down his body in charged waves, all converging once more to form that knot in his lower belly. Another quickly followed. Looking down at the row of passion-marks on his skin sent liquid heat pooling between his thighs. Renji's smirk at the sight of his newly aroused body was devious.
"You do like that, huh?" His teeth left another vicious mark—Byakuya whimpered.
Five more had Byakuya moaning softly beneath his lover's hot mouth and cruel lips, thighs shaking from the exertion of being forced into the revealing position. Renji's arms slid farther under his knees, lifting his legs to hook his long calves over broad, sweaty shoulders. Faintly, Byakuya noticed the dizzying contrast of white against sun-kissed tan. Suddenly, it was as if his whole world was turning upside down.
Broad hands cupped his hips, stroking the tender hollows to make his gasp breathily, before lifting them upwards to the waiting, hungry mouth. Byakuya cried out loudly, brows furrowing in ecstasy, thighs clenching tightly, body screaming for more of that wonderful sensation.
It wasn't often that Renji did this act for him. His redheaded lover smirked, mouthing his sac teasingly, sending sharp spikes of pleasure flaring up into Byakuya's core. Kami… feels so good… oh yes…
"Renji…" he moaned, reaching down to tug at the scarlet hair trailing over his bare thighs, its soft ends electrifying his skin wherever it brushed. "More…"
Crimson eyes glimmered up at him in the dim light, reflecting golden, burning straight through him. Slowly, the redhead's tongue slid out to tease up his weeping shaft. Byakuya found he could not look away, even as he bit his lip to ward off the nearly high-pitched cry rising in his throat. That devious muscle traced up the pulsing vein on the understid of his flushed member, and then lips closed over him, bathing him in unbearable heat. "Oh Kami…" he moaned, back arching deliciously beneath the onslaught. "Oh Kami-sama…"
The tongue swirled around the throbbing head of his shaft sensually, pausing to dip into his slit and greedily lap away the writhing noble's pre-cum. Byakuya's head fell back into the cushions, his eyes wide and unfocused with desire, hands twisting in loose red hair. More, more, more… He needed more!
As if sensing the rising tide of need within, Renji took him all the way down, wrenching a keen from his dark-haired lover. All around him, Byakuya felt throat muscles taut against his shaft, swallowing around it tightly. Slowly, Renji pulled back, dragging his mouth upwards in tandem with the arch of Byakuya's hips, and then took him down again, scraping his teeth gently against the velvety skin covering the hard steel of his arousal. The little drops of pain in the ocean of searing pleasure made Byakuya's whole body shudder wantonly, his legs pulling around his lover's shoulders, urging him on. Another painfully slow withdrawal, scraping teeth against his length, and Renji took him again… and again…
Byakuya couldn't breathe! Each breath was extinguished with a sharp cry. Already, he could feel his violent orgasm rising, the pleasure somehow doubling and writhing in his loins. "Renji!" he called sharply, yanking on the hair in his grasp, his only current anchor to his scalding reality. "Renji, I— Please, I'm…"
Fingers clamped tightly about the bottom of his shaft, denying him the release his desperate body strived towards. At the denial, Byakuya nearly screamed, his body tensing in preparation for the end which didn't come, held on the edge even as Renji withdrew, leaving him barren.
Gasps echoed in the room, but all Byakuya could hear was his frantic heartbeat pounding in his ears. Every inch of his body was on fire, too shocked from reaching the knife's edge and being thrown back down to allow the anger which boiled just beneath the surface to rise. And there was Renji, leaning over his naked, sweat-slicked, trembling body with that damnable grin on his face, staring at Byakuya as if he were the main entrée of a starving man's meal. The redhead licked his lips slowly, as if savoring the taste of his lover on the flushed skin.
"You're so sweet," he complimented, leaning over to lick a wet trail of pleasure up the gasping noble's red-marked thigh. "I just can't get enough of you."
Teeth harshly embedded themselves into the soft flesh of his belly, the sharp pain and the soothing suckling sending spirals of heat into his core. He cried and writhed beneath the row of stinging bites left on his tender stomach and chest, yet nevertheless thankful when Renji released his thighs, allowing them to wrap around the redhead's slender hips anxiously. When had Renji abandoned his clothes? Byakuya couldn't seem to remember through the haze in his brain, especially when lips closed over a neglected nipple, teasing the peak with gentle nips—each one sent a shocking jolt down his spine and made him whimper—and soothing with strokes of his tongue. Only after thoroughly lavishing the swollen bud with attention did he move to the other to treat it with equal worship.
Nip—a spike of heat at his core—and then Renji suckled eagerly at the erect nipple, teeth bearing down upon the surrounding skin painfully to counter the pleasure. The delightful, beautiful contrast between the two had transcended his nerves—Byakuya could barely tell the pain from the pleasure; both made his belly tighten and his thighs pull taut with the need to pull his lover against his aching body, to have that shaft spearing him upwards from the sheets until he screamed…
Renji bit down cruelly on the offered bud, forcing a wail from his darker lover. His thick arms cradled Byakuya's arched, needy body as his pale pink nipples were ravished until they were aching and red from abuse. The noble clawed at his younger lover's back and stroked his smooth calves over the taut, heaving flanks, urging them forward against his ready, waiting body.
"Come inside me," he whispered, forcing Renji's head up so their eyes met. At his words, any hint of restraint disappeared from the redheads gaze, burning away into pure lust and heat. Byakuya wasn't prepared for the hand that curled in his raven hair, yanking his head back and exposing the vulnerable flesh of his throat, nor was he ready for the harsh bite that broke the tender skin. There was a single flex of strong, toned hips…
And Renji was inside him. The noble screamed softly, feeling the thick head of that shaft piercing his entrance, pushing his inner walls apart in a long, deep slide without a single hint of mercy whilst the redhead kept him pinned with hands and teeth. A massive flare of ecstasy swept through his body, forcing it to tense and tremble on the threshold of release once more, agony and delight mixing into one mass of tightly coiled heat.
He couldn't catch his breath. Renji was hilted within his passage, which fluttered around the invader.
Ever so slowly, Renji began to pull out of the noble's shivering body, his teeth still holding his prey in place for ravaging. A long, thin moan worked its way out of Byakuya's taut throat as the shaft withdrew until only the head remained within his welcoming heat—a sharp cry followed when Renji buried himself roughly within his lover, holding the suddenly twisting, writhing, burning body steady so he could grind his hips into Byakuya's.
It completely short-circuited Byakuya's mind. A sharp change of angle later and white flashed behind his eyes as he screamed—for real this time! At the electrical burst of titillating sensation, his toes curled and his knees tightened around the gyrating hips, holding the redhead's turgid shaft inside as best he could while being fucked completely out of his mind.
Sweat built on his forehead and slid down his face and neck, through his hair, but Byakuya could care less at that moment. Each movement, each new shift, dragged his lover's cock across his sweet spot in flashes of pure pleasure.
In his barely coherent, conscious state, only long moans and soft cries left Byakuya's suddenly dry lips. Another tug of the hand in his hair reined his head back and teeth moved, burying themselves again and again in sharp stabs of stinging pain that somehow translated themselves in his mind into a long tirade of mine, mine, mine, mine… property of Renji… don't touch!
Byakuya didn't mind belonging to Renji right now.
Especially once he began to thrust in earnest. Pure. Undiluted. Pleasure. Byakuya felt nothing else at that moment when the hard member inside him slammed up into his pleasure spot, battering and abusing it so wonderfully. Each thrust seemed to drive his hips up from the sheets with a new broken cry.
All inhibitions vanished. Each stab of the cock invading his most intimate depths, violating the supposed purity of his body, made his head spin, pushed him higher into euphoria beyond the reach of any reality except the reality of Renji's slick, hard body scraping against his aching nipples and weeping arousal, and the scent of sweaty scarlet hair that somehow flung itself onto his cheek and clung—the reality of their joining was all he could comprehend. And he loved it.
Writhing… twisting… clawing… He dug his nails harshly into straining shoulders; he threw his head from side to side in abandonment to the pleasure that swamped him, dragged him in a downward spiral towards oblivion.
Another brutal battering of his prostate… and another… The world completely disappeared in a sheet of pure white nothingness and the sound of sobbing cries in the candlelight. Even when the hand released his hair, he still arched his throat, begging for more love-bites to ravish the pale skin he offered as a sacrifice.
Instead, he felt steely arms wrap around his waist, pulling him upwards at the perfect angle for Renji to slam himself home at a nearly impossible pace, never missing the center of his elder lover's pleasure even once in his own frantic quest for release. Each time the center was touched, Byakuya's cries became louder, feverish with his need to fall over the edge that was so damn close he could almost taste it!
"Renji!" he managed to cry into the dim room, frantic body beginning to arch upwards. "Renji, now! Renji!"
Arms tightened, locking his hips into place. One more vicious thrust finished the nearly weeping noble. Byakuya let out a final shrill cry and fell limp in Renji's embrace, hypersensitive body shuddering, his cum spilled over his belly.
But Renji didn't stop. Growling, the redhead rode out the clench of his lover's orgasm-wracked body, bleary eyes watching the look of pure ecstasy on the raven-haired man's face—rosy lips parted in a heady cry, eyes clenched shut and brows furrowed as if in agony, cheeks flushed so fucking beautifully—the face of the most intoxicating creature he could remember ever meeting.
He wasn't finished.
Holding the hips in his grasp so Byakuya couldn't squirm away, he picked up the pace, mercilessly pounding against the pleasure spot in those depths. Gray eyes shot open, dilated so far they appeared black, and Byakuya cried again weakly, hands trying to take hold of Renji's shoulders.
"Too much," Byakuya told him, whimpering at the continued ministrations to his oversensitive body. "Renji…"
Hissing, Renji narrowed his eyes, feeling the heat spike. Orgasm came upon him so quickly that he didn't even think before burying his teeth a final time in Byakuya's shoulder—actually drawing blood—and he came in a rush of sensation. He drove himself into his lover once, twice more and froze with a gut-wrenching groan, half-hooded eyes focused on the way the body beneath him shuddered when his seed flooded the still convulsing passage around his cock, filling it to overflowing.
Only when he was finished did he allow his arms to falter and his body to collapse onto the trembling one of his lover. Beneath him, Byakuya was gasping for air, face still contorted with pleasure as his head remained tossed back against the cushions lining the mattress. Somehow, Renji caught his breath, moving to roll off the smaller body so as not to crush his lover beneath his full weight, but he found that the thighs cradling his hips would not budge. Soothingly, a cool leg ran up and down the back of his naked buttocks.
He looked up, seeing slate-gray eyes now partially open. "Stay," Byakuya whispered, pulling him down and nestling his panting face against the marred crook of his throat. "Don't move yet."
"But I don't want you to be—"
There was a soft moan; Byakuya shivered and rubbed against him teasingly. "I like feeling you," the noble told him in one of those rare moments of complete honesty—no cold deception in the voice, no shutter over the eyes. He was garnering such a soulful look from his Captain that it was nearly breathtaking.
Together, the two of them lounged in the heavy, comfortable silence of afterglow, waiting for their harsh breathing to cease and their cheeks to regain their normal coloring. Renji was almost sad to see the final rosy pink sheen disappear from the high, aristocratic cheekbones. He thought its addition made Byakuya look positively entrancing.
Eventually, though, Renji did have to withdraw from the welcoming cradle of slender, pale thighs. Byakuya groaned as their bodies once more became two, and Renji flushed slightly at the sight of cum spilling out of the loosened entrance and dripping onto the sheets. "I didn't hurt you anywhere, did I?" he asked nervously, no longer feeling as confident as he had during the initial seduction.
"Feels good…" the noble murmured, practically purring as he burrowed into the cushy mattress and soft sheets, "Don't want to move, Renji…"
"Heh," Sitting up, the redhead raised his arms, trying to stretch the sudden stiffness from his muscles. They easily fell into a state of relaxation; his entire body was thrumming with satiation after their coupling. And then his eyes fell on the rest of Byakuya's slender body, spread out over the dark bed.
Miles of pale skin were interrupted by brilliant red marks. Decorating his tender thighs and belly, dotting his chest and coalescing at his neck, Byakuya was the picture of ravishment even without his sexed-up flush. The kenseiken were nowhere to be found—Renji could only assume that they'd been lost somewhere in the flurry of activity—and Byakuya's hair was uncharacteristically loose and mussed in the sexiest way.
Just thinking about how this would appear to anyone else made Renji's gut clench with excitement and possession. This Byakuya—this seductive, languid creature—was his Byakuya. No one else was allowed to see this side of the noble.
They stared at each other for a few more long minutes, the air around their bodies cooling the sweat and causing them to shiver. Even so, Renji hated to see the newly marked flesh disappear beneath Byakuya's shihakushō and scarf. After wiping the sweat away and putting the kenseiken—recovered from the rumpled bed—back into his long, soft hair, Byakuya looked as though he'd barely broken a sweat, as if he'd been lightly sparring.
Renji, on the other hand, knew he looked like a mess. He put his hair back up after a quick finger-combing and wiped some of the sweat from his face. If anyone saw him and Byakuya now, they'd probably just think the two had been sparring and Byakuya had kicked his butt yet again.
But Renji didn't mind. As long as he could continue to share this intimacy with his lover, he could care less what others thought. Byakuya's opinion was the only one that mattered to him. The two of them shared a brief kiss and caress and went their separate ways, both smelling of the lingering exotic oil-scent well into the evening.
Byakuya stood before a full-length mirror in a loose yukata, staring at his neck and shoulder with dismay. It was a good thing he wore that scarf everywhere he went, because his neck was a mass of brilliant red bite-marks in the shape of his Lieutenant's teeth.
Well, he made good on his promise… Blushing, the noble undid the front of the yukata and guiltily let it slip off his shoulders to pool on the ground about his ankles, leaving his whole body bare under the faint caress of silvery moonlight. Even in the relative darkness, he could see the stark contrast between the marks Renji had left to remind him of "who he belonged to" against the lily white flesh.
The sight sent a tremor of excitement down his body.
Damn it… He's right… Byakuya didn't think he could ever forget being so utterly possessed even if he tried. Each one of the intimate bites throbbed and stung sharply, reminding him of their purpose. As his eyes skimmed over them and his hands traitorously followed their path, Byakuya felt the heat beginning to build within him again. Fingers skimmed tenderly over his ravished nipples and caressed the marks with delicate fingertips. Renji really has left his mark upon me.
But Byakuya found himself not minding over much as he walked away from his abandoned yukata and fell through cool night air to his welcoming futon. Truly, he found himself rather liking the beautiful red stains upon his skin and what they stood for.
After all, he very much enjoyed belonging to Renji.
Note: And there it is! A two part, full ByaRen smut! (Actually, to be honest, this is the second full Bleach smut I've written. Oddly enough, most of my Bleach writing isn't sex...)
Hope you enjoyed their smexing :D I aim to please
And once again, I'm open to pairing suggestions (or I'll just pick them myself, but you may reference the second line of the AN)
Review if you feel the need to