This idea came to me quite randomly in Psychology Class. Yes, that's a pretty awkward place to suddenly find yourself getting ideas about how you can sexually torment your favorite characters. I wrote an excerpt in code in my notebook so I wouldn't forget it and then stewed on the idea. This addition has a bit more plot to it than the other one, which was just plain old PWP smut.

I hope you enjoy this one. I'm not really sure this counts as a pairing or not... but we'll see, ne?

Warning: YAOI (boy x boy slash - if you don't like, don't read - please and thank you), toys, dub-con?, deception, illusions, fingering

Disclaimer: Bleach belongs to Tite Kubo, not me...

(BTW: sorry if Bya-kun is OOC, but writing characters IC in bed is hard. Oh, and I think you should all listen to Byakuya theme-music Je Chante Pour Passer le Temps because it's amazingly beautiful - but that really has nothing to do with this story)

The Birthday Gift

It was the thirty-first of January and Byakuya Kuchiki went into work just like he did every day. There was nothing overly special about the chilly day, at least, not to the general public. In fact, Byakuya himself didn't even find the occasion to be that special after so many years; its novelty had long faded away.

For the fact was not well known, but it was the Sixth Division Captain's birthday—this morning Rukia had kissed him on the cheek, albeit shyly, and offered him a small box wrapped in bright colored paper with a bow, stating that it was something she'd seen humans do in the real world when they celebrated the birth of someone important to them. Byakuya had yet to open it, but he planned to do so in the privacy of his home.

No one else but Rukia and the Captains who were his elders would have known that today was his birthday, and he liked it that way.

However, he decided that the quirky tradition of gift-giving on birthdays was some sort of new trend in the Seireitei. He couldn't think of any other reason for the box sitting on his desk, wrapped in pale blue paper with a bright pink bow. The Captain looked down at it distastefully. The tag attached to the horrid ribbon was glittering, tiny speckles of the irritating, shimmering dust wafting down onto the smooth surface of his desk. Gingerly, as if to make sure no glitter touched his fingertips, the Captain pushed open the tag.

To Byakuya~

Have a Happy Birthday

He stared at the words, both confused and more than slightly irritated. What is that supposed to mean? How did they even find out about my birthday?

Once more, his eyes skimmed over the rather long box. Should he open it here? Should he wait until he returned to the manor? As much as he hated the brightly colored box and the glitter, he was curious to see if the "gift" inside told him anything about who had the gall to sneak into his office leaving birthday presents in the first place.

Shall I open it now or later…? Though he would never wish for anyone to ever find out, Byakuya did find himself giving in to his urges every now and again. Long, graceful fingers pulled at the bow, watching the soft ribbon unravel and fall limply to the desk. The paper came next as he methodically pried at the tape, unfolding the creased edges to reveal a rather plain-looking white box beneath. His fingers skimmed over the smooth white cardboard after discarding the crumpled paper and pink ribbon to the other side of his desk, ignoring them completely. One nail caught at the underside of the lid, lifting it upwards so the noble could peer inside the box.

His eyes widened when he recognized the "gift" within, his fingers then proceeding to slam the box shut with unnecessary force that shook the whole desk. A flush lit up his normally pale cheeks and nose.

Who on Earth…? What is the meaning of this? Surely this is some sort of joke!

There was no way that that was what he thought it was.

Though he had the urge to throw the supposed present across the room, there was also that niggling voice in the back of his head, egging him on. Look inside… You just imagined it! You have to be dreaming…

His fingers lifted the lid, and this time they didn't slam it shut. He was definitely not dreaming. It really was what he thought it was.

But who on Earth would dare give him such a thing? None of the Captains would do this, or at least, not those old enough to know that today was his birthday. The color (pale pink) indicated that it hadn't been the Captain of the Eleventh (for which Byakuya was eternally grateful) and it wasn't the bloodthirsty man's style anyways. Ukitake would never do something like this, and Byakuya was fairly certain that Kyōraku preferred women to men. He didn't even want to think of the possibility that it had come from either the Head Captain, Unohana or Kurotsuchi… the very thought made him shudder in absolute revulsion.

Nevertheless, he hesitantly removed it from the box, setting the white cardboard on top of the ribbon at the corner of his desk, and gently laid the glass object down on top of his paperwork. He'd never used one before, but he knew what it was, having heard of such things often enough from not only the men in his Division (albeit by eavesdropping), but also from Kyōraku as well. He didn't think it had been any other Captains, but... Yoruichi would definitely dare to do something like this; however, she wouldn't bother hiding her identity in the note, all too happy to gloat over how embarrassed she "knew" Byakuya would be at receiving such a gift for his birthday, followed by a request for pictures of him using it… this…

Dildo… a glass dildo decorated with pale pink…

Slowly, his fingers traveled over the smooth glass to the flared bottom. It was realistically shaped and sized, that much he would admit to himself, even as his cheeks flushed even darker with embarrassment. Traitorous thoughts were quickly stoked in his mind, thoughts about how the curved object would feel if he tilted it just right to arch up into that spo—

No! Do not even go there! Quickly, he pulled his hand away, as if burned. He wasn't going to use it! He would throw it away so no one would ever know that he'd had it or even taken the time to look at it. It would go straight back into that box and into the waste-bin and he would never see it again!

Already, he was reaching for the container, ready to shove the pink monstrosity back inside and abandon it to be taken out with the garbage when there was a loud knock at his office door. "Captain?" a familiar voice called through the door. Byakuya's hand froze halfway between the dildo and the box, his eyes wide in surprise.

I cannot let him see this! Helplessly, he grasped the toy and shoved it up the sleeve of his shihakushō, gloved hand clenched on the dark fabric to keep it from falling out. Byakuya barely had time to will the flush off his face before his Lieutenant, not hearing his answer, pushed the door open.

The redhead froze, seeing his Captain staring at him with a blank face. "What do you need, Lieutenant Abarai?"

Renji scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "Oh, sorry!" he apologized. "I didn't hear you say anything, so I figured you weren't here." His Lieutenant shrugged and walked towards him, carrying a very large, forlorn-looking stack of papers in his muscular arms. "My reports are at the top, and the rest is from the Twelfth. I dunno what that cre—Captain Kurotsuchi wants. His Lieutenant wouldn't explain."

Knowing the Captain of the Twelfth, it was likely to be another form requesting to "borrow" some of the members of his squad for "testing" of some sort. Immediately after Renji left, he was going to use Hado 31 to burn the entire stack, sans the report. "Very well, Lieutenant Abarai, you may leave."

His Lieutenant turned as if to head to the door, but froze and stared at the unwrapped box and ribbon on the corner of his Captain's desk in confusion. Damn it! "I didn't know it was your birthday, Captain," he said, eyes moving back to Byakuya's completely blank face.

"It is hardly a matter of importance," the noble insisted, almost biting his lip when he felt the smooth surface of his "gift" slipping against the inside of his sleeve, nearly falling out right there into his lap. "My sister merely has sent her regards as to the happy occasion." He failed to explain why the present was missing from the open, empty box.

Renji looked like he wanted to ask, but the Lieutenant decided to pretend to ignore the fact, a frown on his face as he left. "Good evening, Captain. I'll see you tomorrow!"

Only once his Lieutenant was completely gone from both sight and sound did he pull the dildo back out, his eyes taking in the twisting pink designs within, eyebrows furrowed in a way that looked slightly painful. Kami, why me?

Furthermore, now he couldn't be seen without the gift, because if Renji was Renji, everyone in the Sixth Division would know that today was his birthday and that Rukia had sent him a box with a pink ribbon in less than an hour. And Byakuya absolutely refused to take the risk that this pink glass sex toy would be discovered in his garbage bin by some poor, unsuspected unseated member of Squad Four, in which case everyone in the Seireitei would know by the end of the week.

With a soft groan, he stuck it back in the white box, foregoing the paper and only tying the bow back up around the present. Hopefully, Renji wouldn't tell Rukia what he had seen, because he was fairly certain that the ribbon on the present she had given him was, in fact, green. He didn't feel like explaining the presence of a second gift to his adoptive sister. He wasn't her father; he didn't want anything to do with her "birds and bees" talks. He was entirely willing to leave that task to Ukitake.

So the toy had found its way home with its receiver. Locked in the safety of his room, Byakuya stared at the thing, wondering what he should do with it now. It would be even harder to dispose of it here, where all the servants would find out all too soon and speculations about a new Lady Kuchiki or some such nonsense would arise—or worse—rumors that he was having secret meetings with a mistress in the night.

Well, he thought to himself, frowning slightly down at it, would it really hurt so terribly to keep it? He could keep it locked up somewhere in his room, safely hidden from the servants, and no one would ever need to know that he had actually kept the damn thing. It would never see daylight again.

Yes, that would work fine! He would lock it up in his bottom drawer and everyone would be none-the-wiser about his private life or lack thereof.

(And, guiltily somewhere in the back of his mind, he was thinking about what it would be like to—maybe—use it, but he was far from ready to admit that to himself.)

The noble's fingers closed around it and lifted, quickly depositing it into his bottom drawer for "safe-keeping". With one last look at the device, he shut the wood heavily, definitively, and locked it with an ornate key. As long as he didn't have to look at it, he could pretend it didn't exist. No one needed to know, and he certainly didn't need to remember.

That's what he told himself anyway. For the next week, he completely ignored the taboo bottom drawer of his bedside table, though he was hyper-aware of its status as "not-to-be-opened-ever-again". Even so, whenever he returned home and retreated to the sanctuary of his room, his eyes would rest on the drawer for a few long moments before moving on, and he couldn't keep the thoughts out of his head…

What would it be like? He'd never had a male lover before… would it feel good?

Curiosity, as they say, killed the cat.

Byakuya rolled over on his futon, annoyed at his inability to sleep. Gray eyes rose to the window, staring out into moonless blackness and feeling… anxious. He just couldn't sleep tonight! Normally when he returned home he was more than ready for a very long rest after completing all his daily duties as Head of the Clan.

For some reason, though, his body just wouldn't allow him to rest.

Growling, feeling uncomfortably hot, he pushed the comforter down to his waist to feel the cool air on his exposed skin. With a huff, he rolled over again, closing his eyes firmly and trying not to think.

It didn't work.

Like an itch that needed to be scratched, his whole body was becoming uncomfortably warm. Squirming, he managed to dislodge most of the covers, uncaring of how his sloppy behavior might appear to the servants in the morning after he left for work. Without the covers, the cool night air was held at bay only by the sleeping yukata loosely tied around his waist. Lower arms, legs and a traitorous shoulder were bare to the room, and he enjoyed to the coolness for a few minutes longer.

Except… it didn't seem to be helping him sleep. The raven-haired man tried very, very hard to sleep. But he just… couldn't.

What did I do to deserve this? Tomorrow, when he returned to the office and the ever-present stack of paperwork waiting for his signature, he would regret not getting rest when he had the chance. The problem was that, even now, when he should be freezing his balls off without a comforter to protect him from the winter chill just outside, he was still too warm to sleep. It was the middle of the night and he wasn't tired.

One more time, he flipped himself over with determination. I am going to sleep, he told himself as he settled down on the futon once more. The only problem was, in the process, the yukata rode up on his thighs, the soft fabric teasing sensitive, neglected skin in a way that his body immediately registered as erotic.

And it reacted accordingly with embarrassing swiftness. A flush lit up the noble's cheeks as he lay still for several long minutes.

I've never had these problems before, he thought bitterly, finding that the icy room and thoughts of suffering through paperwork did not put off the "mood" in the least. Even after Hisana died, I've never felt inclined to do… that.

Perhaps it was… was the fault of that… that "gift" he had received on his birthday.

Byakuya narrowed his eyes, turning his head to stare at the chest of drawers in the corner just a few feet away. While lying on the floor, his head was approximately level to the forbidden drawer. Helplessly, he stared at it, and found that this only acerbated his situation all the more, not that that should have been surprising.

This is nothing to be worried about. I have been thinking about inappropriate things all week and I just need to relieve tension. Renji would have just told him that jerking off was normal and rudely wondered how Byakuya had lived without sexual contact for fifty years and not gone insane. There is no denying it… This problem is not going to go away by itself. That point was abundantly clear.

Cautiously, the noble reached down to peel the yukata from his body. The folds of fabric brushed up against his hardening member and sent spirals of heat through him, giving him a distinctly lightheaded feeling even as he stared down at his naked, aroused body. It wasn't as if he'd never masturbated before, but…

His eyes slid over to the drawer, mind straying into forbidden territory again.

What would it feel like…?

The first urge was to shake his head—he absolutely couldn't do that in the house. What if one of the servants accidently caught him at it? That would lead to all sorts of unwanted complications…

It's the middle of the night. As long as you're quiet none of them will even be awake to see the main event, the traitorous, seductive voice in his head whispered. Maybe you will even like it.

Maybe after I try it I'll forget all about it and this problem will go away, Byakuya added bitingly. He'd been trapped with thoughts of his illicit birthday present for a whole week, thoughts which distracted him from paperwork, made him spill his tea once on his shihakushō when Renji had abruptly interrupted his (guilty) fantasy by bursting into his office, and were apparently causing him to have hot-sweats in the middle of the night and get sexually aroused with barely a touch.

It was worth a try, wasn't it?

Byakuya gave in. The temptation that had been plaguing him all week was overwhelming in the face of the throbbing need that made itself home in his belly. When the noble stood and silently stepped across the room, yukata hanging off his shoulders and exposing his body, he only felt it intensify. The idea of doing something so… naughty… was simply electrifying.

Hands fumbled with the key and pulled the drawer open; it was sitting right at the top of a stack of other useless objects he would have burned if he had bothered to take the time to dispose of them. His long fingers closed over its smooth, cold surface and lifted it out, touching it as if it might leap up and bite him. Somehow, now that he was examining it with the mindset of a horny young male, it looked much more appealing than it had when he'd first laid eyes on it. There was a particularly sharp throb between his thighs when he thought about how it would feel sliding over his intimate places.

Lotion… need lotion… He didn't have any oil on hand—after all, he hardly had a use for it in his bedroom—but he did keep hand lotion. Its sweet lavender scent wafted headily over him as he popped open the top of the bottle and brought both it and the intimidating dildo back to his cooling futon.

Though he knew how this was supposed to work, Byakuya had never actually touched himself there before. Biting his lip, he spread a thick layer of lotion along three of his fingers and slid them past his angrily flushed cock towards that small, tight entrance hidden beyond.

His fingers teased around it at first, hesitant to touch, but urged on by the strangely erotic feel of the extremely sensitive flesh of his buttocks and inner thighs being played with. A finger dipped inwards, circling it once and then pressing to the fluttering entrance. If Byakuya's face had been flushed before, it was the color of Renji's hair now, just imagining what he must look like with a finger softly caressing the extremely tender pucker. And even those soft touches were making his whole abdomen shiver and flex with pleasure, tightening and relaxing anxiously.

Slowly… The tip of his index finger pushed down hesitantly, and with a gasp the noble felt his body open up and allow it inside. Biting his lip against any more traitorous sounds, he began to push it farther inside, his breaths rising into soft pants. At first the sensation just felt strange.

He slid the entire digit inside and held it there, his body faintly trembling. Relax… relax… Pulling out… sliding back in… His finger crooked, tapping against something inside him which sent a shock of pleasure through his body and a louder gasp through his lips. Of its own accord, it began moving.

A few more gentle thrusts and he brought a second finger into play. This time, though, sliding both inside sent stinging pain up his spine. The noble stiffened slightly and ground his teeth together. Curling his fingers, he found that spot inside his channel once more and rubbed, feeling his whole body once again relax about the invaders in the face of the blissful sensation centered between his thighs. Oh Kami… feels so good… Oh….

The fingers spread, opening his body up farther to the cold air. Doesn't that feel good? It was that voice again, whispering temptingly in the back of his mind. Soft moans were the reply he gave, unable to voice words while concentrating on the ravishing sensation boiling up from bthe place his fingers stroked. The pain he should have felt from stretching the untouched muscles so far was conspicuously absent beneath the hot tide of pure pleasure… should it not have hurt more?

But then, when the pads of his fingers massaged that spot again, he forgot to question. Arching gracefully, he brought the third finger inside, crying out at the sharp pain that mixed up with the bursts of shocking pleasure. Who could have known that touching himself in such a strange, forbidden way would be so wonderful? He could barely bring himself to halt his deepening moans by biting down on the corner of his blanket, not wanting to risk the servants hearing such embarrassing noises from his chambers. Yet the thought of them hearing him, of them catching him with his fingers inside his quivering entrance, playing with his own body like this, set him aflame and made his moans rise in pitch to soft mewls of need.

Once… twice more he brushed against the center of his pleasure before his toes curled and the coil in his belly tightened warningly. Hot waves of sensation were beating their way up and down his flesh. Don't stop, the voice purred. Keep going… you're so close to the edge…

The brush of cold glass against his burning thigh brought him out of his frenzy momentarily. Hazy gray eyes settled on the pink glass and his free hand crawled towards it, grasping it between his long, shaking fingers. In a sudden seductive streak, he dragged the dildo down his thigh and back up, loving how the cold against his hot skin made his whole body shiver and the muscles in his legs pull taut. Around his fingers, his passage squeezed, as if begging to have that object put inside, to fill him up in a way three fingers couldn't possibly manage. He wanted it inside him!

Oh Kami… Carefully, he pulled his fingers out, moaning when his body cried to have them put back inside, feeling unbearably empty, and instead brought the dildo up to his throbbing entrance, gasping when the cool surface touched the pucker. Oh Kami… I'm really going to do this…

The head pressed down and began breeching him in a long, slow slide that made his back arch. Panting breaths filled the room, sending puffs of white air up before his eyes. One simple push and it would be inside him. That was all it would take and the thick glass object would be forcing his intimate walls apart… Byakuya's pants became erratic, the anxious waiting and the thoughts just as erotic as the fingering had been. He thought that if he waited much longer he might faint without even having satisfied his curiosity.

"Are you ready?" For a second, Byakuya could swear that he'd heard that voice out loud this time… His eyes blinked open, staring blurrily up at the wall. "I'll make you feel so good, darling."

What is going o—?

Warm digits wrapped around his wrist, the wrist of the hand holding the dildo up against his hole. There was barely a moment's warning before strong fingers drove his hand upwards, pushing the wide head of the dildo past the ring of muscle guarding his tender insides. The noble opened his mouth to give a loud keen of shock, but found another foreign hand over his mouth, muffling the sound. Having the toy penetrate him left Byakuya light-headed, and his heart pounded hard in his throat when the warmth of another body against his back became apparent.

Oh sweet Kami-sama, there's someone in my room! Wide-eyed and violently shaking in helpless pleasure, he tried to turn his head to look, but the hand wouldn't allow him to budge. The fingers on his wrist continued to drive upwards, sliding the cool glass along his inner walls without mercy while he whined and squirmed. His eyes rolled back in his head, thoughts dissolving under a wave of pure need.

"Hush now…" When the toy was finally all the way within him, Byakuya merely laid still, whimpering softly, and waited for something to happen. There was only a bit of pain, but it was easily overshadowed by the shocking sensation of cold, smooth glass against his throbbing prostate, the feel of it pressing against his inner walls—cool against boiling heat.

And then it began to withdraw. His belly clenched, walls pulling tight as if trying to keep it inside him. Feels so good… And intimate. Nothing had ever touched him like this before, and now he wasn't even in control. It was that other hand, belonging to the stranger holding him captive in his own room, which was pulling the toy from his depths until finally the broad head stretched his entrance and popped out with a mind-shattering spike of pleasure. Byakuya gave a loud cry, his body seizing and then falling limp once more.

For a few seconds he merely gasped against the leather covering his mouth, feeling exhausted and at the same time more alive than he had in decades. Then it pressed again against his entrance, forcing him open, bringing another heated cry up his throat. His whole body arched and shuddered when it breeched him again, sliding all the way up into him until his body couldn't take it any farther.

There weren't any words for him to describe how unbelievably good it made him feel. He should have been terrified and screaming, trying to escape, but his limbs wouldn't move the way the logical part of his brain wanted. Every instinct he had screamed for more movement and more friction. Faster... more... pleasure... hurry...

Byakuya couldn't think, though. The movements were slow and deliberate, pulling the toy completely from his needy hole each time and a few seconds later pushing into him all over again, invading his helpless body without hesitation, stimulating all of the sensitive nerves in that ring of muscle which now fluttered and squeezed helplessly around the intruder, whether trying to hold in or keep out he couldn't even tell. Please, he wanted to cry, more…

But there was no more speed. Slow and steady, the toy was pulled out once more, and his whole body jolted at the feeling, soft cries trying to break free from beneath the hand. Byakuya could feel droplets of sweat sliding down his face, which felt like it was burning right up despite how cold his room was.

"Is that not enough?" the deep, teasing voice asked against his ear. The dildo was pressed inside him once more, and Byakuya mewled and tossed his head, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. More, more, more…

It froze inside him, pressed up against his pleasure spot. Byakuya didn't dare move at all, though his legs were shaking violently. Waiting… waiting…

He felt the flex of the hand on his wrist as it twisted the toy within him. Pleasure violently shot through his body, and he screamed behind the hand over his lips, eyes rolling back in his head. It was pressing punishingly hard against his sweet spot, torturing his whole body with tiny thrusts against the tender button, deliberately playing with the captive until Byakuya was reduced to sobs with each movement inside him. He struggled weakly against his captor, wanting nothing more than to move. It felt like his belly was pulled so tight it could snap any second.

A slightly sharper thrust—his body jerked and pulled tight, brows furrowing. He was so close to falling… Everything was shaking! And he hadn't even touched his flushed, throbbing sex yet! Byakuya felt as if just brushing his fingers on his tender skin would send him falling straight over the edge.

The longer he waited, the more tense he became, and all the more erotic his lack of control over what was happening to him was. "You're close, aren't you?" the voice asked him, a hot tongue tracing the shell of his ear.

Yes, Kami, yes, so close! The hand pulled, drawing the dildo out of him in a way that made his whole body writhe and filled the room with half-stifled, breathless cries of need. He felt the mind-blowing pressure of the mushroomed head trying to leave his clenching passage—his cries became weak keens and his body thrashed—and then it slammed up into him without warning, brutally finding his pleasure spot. His breath cut off abruptly, leaving him silent as his passage convulsed around the thick dildo.

And then it started moving. Crying and writhing in ecstasy, he could do nothing but accept it as the toy plunged into him again and again so quickly his body simply couldn't keep up. Each thrust into his over-stimulated sweet spot made flashes of light burn behind his eyes. There were no thoughts now; he could think of nothing but how good his body felt. Oh yes! Yes, please! The words couldn't escape from beneath the hand of his captor, but instead came out as choked exclamations. There was no inch of his inner walls that was not being touched and rubbed by the slick surface of the dildo, and even when it became too much, when his thighs tried to snap shut around his captor's domineering wrist to halt the wicked thrusts and his body squirmed to both escape and draw closer to the rising peak, he couldn't escape. He could do nothing. He was helpless and in ecstasy.

Three... four... five more deep thrusts that hit the very center of his pleasure, and there was a spike of mind-shattering bliss—Byakuya's vision went completely white—and his body reached its climax. The pleasure overwhelmed him, nearly pulling him underneath the tide of consciousness twice with the sheer force of it as he spilled himself all over his front and the sweaty sheets beneath. His bliss rose sharply—he might have screamed; he couldn't remember—and then crested... He floated back down to earth.

The first thing he felt was cold. Winter air whispered over his skin, giving him goosebumps. Blearily, his eyes opened and took in his surroundings: his room was dark but shrouded in soft starlight and his futon was a complete mess, his sheets scattered and rumpled, dotted with the evidence of his illicit activities.

He pulled his hand away from his lips and—but wait? His hand?

Byakuya stared at it in confusion even as his body thrummed in the afterglow. Had that been his own hand the whole time? But he could have sworn…

His head turned, but there was no one there. He was quite alone in his private chambers. There was no strange man. And when he looked down at where his shaking fingers limply gripped the toy that still rested fully within him, there were no fingerprints embedded into his wrist, though the grip had easily been bruising in strength.

Did I… image the whole thing?

It had definitely been arousing. Was it possible for him to have imagined the whole ordeal, to live out one of his fantasies like that? He couldn't be sure, but upon finding that no one else had been inside his room, Byakuya let it go, suddenly feeling too exhausted to argue with himself.

Gently, he removed the dildo from his body. There was a bit of a sting as it came out, and he wrapped it immediately in a cloth and set it aside, knowing that he wouldn't touch it again until it had been cleansed properly. Nevertheless, he thought as he hid it beneath his futon for the night, he doubted that would be the last time he used it. Every inch of his body was crying in relief after having been neglected for such a long time. He couldn't remember a time when he had felt this good since before Hisana's death.

And here I thought using it once would get rid of the temptation, not make it worse.

Groaning softly, he quickly wrapped his shivering body back up in his yukata and comforter, burying himself beneath their warm embrace to drift off into sleep in a haze of satiation, a soft flush still adorning his high cheekbones. Maybe tomorrow night he would try that again… just to be sure, of course, and not out of any desire to do such unseemly things to his body again.

Or so he told himself, anyway.

Little did Byakuya know that he had indeed been heard by someone after all: a ragged yet nevertheless arrogant figure standing just beyond his window, taking in the night air with a smug little smile on his lips. His brown eyes had not once looked inside to see the noble in the throes of ecstasy; it had not been necessary. After all, what Byakuya thought to be a figment of his imagination had, in fact, been caused by this strange intruder upon the Kuchiki Estate. The illusion had been all too easy to create and the Kuchiki didn't even think to question its origins further in his state of fatigue.

It seems that that annoying gift Gin gave me all those years ago did eventually come in handy after all, he thought to himself, feeling the reiatsu of the Kuchiki finally settle into a sleeping pattern. All I had to do was pass it on and Byakuya did the rest.

Everything had gone according to plan… so far.

It was a shame that he had to start over from the beginning, he decided, but now that he was free he had no time to waste reminiscing. It was, though, amusing to note that the term "seduced to the dark side" was about to take on an entirely different meaning for the beautiful dark-haired noble.

I'll be back, darling. And with that, he was gone, leaving Byakuya none the wiser.

And so it ends...

Part II...?

Ah well, I hope you all enjoyed that. I already have a plan for the next one :D Poor Byakuya

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