I am not in the owning of Bleach. Kubo-sensei is.
Day came and disappeared, each week mingled together into a transient flow of months towards the cold unfeeling season of winter, and the two still sat in their own pensive silences. Renji would occasionally glance at Byakuya with the eyes of a lover perhaps, but the latter man never saw, never felt. He was too consumed by his own feelings of love.
He couldn't admit to it, even if his very life depended on it, even if Seireitei depended on it, but he avidly longed for the feel and taste of Renji's lush looking lips, to feel Renji underneath his fingers, his hands. How he so desired to hear the sinfully angelic mouth utter those three words, the ones that every man, woman and child had been born to hear:
I love you.
He could almost feel the man's muscular figure over his lithe one, feel the only things suspended between their two bodies; sweat and heat.
Byakuya wanted to feel all of those things.
Lust.
Just one of the many real-life situations living in the Kuchiki manor had failed to teach him. Byakuya had never felt particularly sexual, and even when the other boys at the Academy had spoken of their carnal exposure and escapades, he himself had preferred to stay at his desk and examine his text books.
Nonetheless, he was male, and did occasionally yearn for a sexual partner, which was surprisingly easy for him back then, and he suspected the same went for him now, but that was not the point.
He lusted after Renji. So not only did he love him, but he wanted to make love to him. He couldn't believe how out-of-hand his body was getting.
Kurotsuchi had continued his research, much to the noble's displeasure, and had concluded that Byakuya had indeed become 99% female, or some such number, but the fact remained that Byakuya was not pleased. At. All.
Apparently, his mind was still his own, and that was why he continued to act in his cold manner, but it was clouded by hormones that were entirely female. He could feel himself more emotionally in tune with himself, and it confused himself at first.
Men and women truly are different…
Renji had always been pretty in tune with his desires. He knew what he wanted, and he usually figured out how to get it. When the red-head got fired up, he could really put his brain to use.
And he was working his brain right now.
He was trying to figure out a way to—well, not seduce Byakuya, after all he just…he wasn't…Alright, so he was trying to seduce his senior. He couldn't just keep the way he was feeling towards the man to himself, now could he? He, Abarai Renji? That would be impossible.
But, he didn't know quite what it was that he was feeling towards the noble. He would feel ever so—so fluttery in the chest—his heart would skip a beat when he was around the slightly shorter man—wait, since when had he been into Byakuya when he was a man?
Renji had only noticed the attraction when Byakuya had become a woman, but he had actually subtly been feeling this way, feeling like he had when he had met Rukia for the first time…
"Shiiiiit…" Renji dragged out the word in a sigh. He rubbed his face with the palm of his hand
and his temples with his fingertips. He was surprised that he could actually admit something so profound to himself with such ease. It almost scared him.
And yet he wholly welcomed this feeling of knowledge. At least now he knew what his position was. But realizing he was in love with his captain and had been plotting his seduction made him feel dirty. It made him feel as though he was attempting the sexual abduction of a pure maiden, which is how he perceived Byakuya.
'I really need to get my mind off of him…'
Renji blinked in confusion. "Dinner?" he repeated in utter incredulity.
The noble nodded his head with complete coolness. "In order to repay you for allowing me to spend the night at your home when I…" A light blush crept into Byakuya's porcelain cheeks.
The redhead remembered. When Byakuya had fallen asleep in his arms. How could Renji forget the unanticipated way in which he saw his love when he awoke. Renji turned the same shade as his hair and turned away from his captain so he couldn't see him.
"I don't think that it was something to make such a big deal about." He mumbled to his desk.
"You eat dinner every night. It's the same. Only with me."
"…"
"I take it that you know where my home is? Arrive by nine o'clock, please." Byakuya's grey slate eyes bore into Renji with irrevocability.
And Renji knew he had to go.