I DON'T OWN BLEACH
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The Gift
Part3
Sliding her legs through the silky material of the white dress, Byakuya quickly laces red strings that tighten up the front covering her ample breasts. Smoothing the material with a hand settles the form fitting bodice around her waist. With her hair already dried and pulled off her neck, she silently pads over the soft carpet of the room intending to head for the door. The sleeping man without a blanket, and a bare chest draws her eye.
Walking over to the side of the bed her smoky blue eyes slip over Juushiro's pale skin. Small finger-shaped bruises turn the corner of her lips down. "I hurt him." He didn't even complain. How awful to be that generous. Reaching a hand toward him, she lifts a thick lock of white hair from the side of his face. The fluttering of her eye-lids, and the lifting of her chest as she stares at him is not lost on her. Juushiro is handsome... almost beautiful to her eyes. If a man can be called beautiful it would be this one, quiet until moved, brave and willing to suffer for her. Byakuya ponders whether to unlace her bodice and join him back in the bed to feel his smooth flesh against hers.
She hasn't wanted a man before. The dissatisfaction lingering just under her skin, it's so new and uncomfortable. The urge to claim and be claimed by him makes her mouth water. It's not easy to surrender the control of her emotions, of her body to someone else, but this man... Byakuya's eyes drop to Juushiro's flat stomach and the hint of muscle tone. This man would suit her every desire. "His presence alone pleases me."
The image of his blood pooling under his knees, long gashes from the whip oozing with thick crimson torture her mind. His pure white hair matted with sweat and more blood is dull tainted by violence. "I can't lose him."
Turning on her heel she walks out the door and down the main staircase to the archive. Ignoring the few people greeting her she travels through to the back of the room and enters the special collection of the archive with the oldest chronicles of the history of the vampire nation.
Grabbing some books she begins to search for a loophole in the law. Flipping through page after page, her panic begins to rise. She has to find some exception, something that can protect him. Books begin to topple, her anixety building as each passage fails to give an example where she can take the punishment from Juushiro. "Nothing! I'm finding nothing!" He can not die, not for her. He is the son of a King, shouldn't that have meaning to the council?
Juushiro peeks through the crack in the door watching her eyes dart up and down on the page. She looks lovely, but for the somber expression. Coming to this place... breaking away from the rules of his father, and the bickering of his family has been the greatest peace he has ever known. Loving her is so easy, her heart is trembling with fear despite the affection she shows Juushiro.
Finally the book smacks shut, a single tear dripping down her pale cheek. "How can I hope to love?" she whispers dropping to her knees. The book surrounding her, almost comforting her in her sorrow.
"You can Byakuya." Juushiro replies stepping through the door and shutting in behind him.
"Just touching you causes you pain." Byakuya doesn't dare look up at him, the tears in hers eyes revealing more than she is willing to show him.
"Oh..." His hand moves up to his shoulder clinging to the thin material of his white shirt. "They are small and will heal very quickly." Juushiro steps over a stack of books to near her. "Listen to me for one moment and after I will submit to whatever you decide."
"Alright." she answers, rising from the floor meeting his gaze.
"In eight hours I will go up to the third floor. I will be shackled to the Crucible and I will accept the punishment in your place."
"Juushiro..."
"Please listen..." He lifts a finger to her lips tilting his head at her shocked expression. "You have captured my heart. Do not deny me the right to receive my portion of of the pain you have suffered." Juushiro continues smoothing his thumb over her ruby red lips. "Let what happens in the morning be a symbol of your faith in me."
"No..." she gasps, looking in his warm brown eyes. "My faith in you begins now." Leaning on her tiptoes she presses a soft kiss to his cheek. The warmth of his body, his freshly washed skin smelling so wonderfully comforting causing her to not pull away, washes over her. She lingers there, near his ear, near his neck, close to his chest just waiting for something to happen. "I love you."
"I'm so happy." he says grabbing her, and pushing her back against the tall wooden shelf. "So happy..." he whispers before claiming her mouth, her lips so soft under his. His mouth draws at her lower lip, the pressure of her sweet lips moving against his igniting a fiery passion locked deep inside. It's only her that does this to him, Byakuya makes him ache and reach, and desire for something more.
Sinking under his command, her heart quakes in excitement from the tickle of his slightly damp locks on her neck. Juushiro's hands move over her body, her back and up to her neck. The touches so kind and gentle she begins to crave his blood, his skin and his body.
Slumping to the floor he covers her delicate shape with his intending to only press his body against hers, but her hands begin to pull at his shirt. Buttons popping off bouncing on books with a light clicking sound. Sliding his lips down to her neck, he nibbles and sucks lightly just below her ear. "Byakuya... may I touch you?" he breathes a steamy breath to her moist earlobe before nipping at it.
"Yes." she replies with a quiet moan pulling his shirt away and tossing it on a pile of books. "Everything Juushiro. Touch everything." Fumbling at the strings of her bodice she begins to quickly unlace the garment, Juushiro's hands helping her. Even with four hands untying her dress it's still not fast enough for Byakuya, she wants to feel Juushiro's hot hands on her skin. Impatiently she snaps the strings and pulls open the top of her dress exposing her breasts for him.
Instantly his mouth kisses the tops of her creamy round breasts, his hands sliding over the exposed skin of her cool perfect flesh. His right hand slides up the hem of her skirt, then his fingers dance a quick path up her silky smooth leg. He is moving so fast, urged on by his own need to feel her against him. "Should I slow down?" To his delight she tilts her head back and closes her eyes in surrender. Encouraged to continue, his lips move to suck on a nipple, her pleasure filled gasp spreading heat down his spine. His hand moves up her thigh, to her sultry womanhood, his teeth biting down on her tightening bud as his fingertip moves through already damp curls.
"Ah!" Her lips part, her hands moving over his bare chest to slide down his back. "Ah!" she moans again, his finger touching her so gently, up and down over her sensitive flesh. The pressure rises, so easy and fast, building from his nudging to a small blissful eruption.
Juushiro watches her, with a sense of amazement, Byakuya's alabaster skin turning pink with arousal as her climax lulls her body. "You're so beautiful." Sensing the impending pressure building in Byakuya's body, he locks their lips together again, managing one more stroke over her clit sending her crashing down the first orgasm. The wet heat on Juushiro's fingertip proves too much for his self control. He brings the finger to his lips and tastes her juices on his tongue.
Byakuya reacts instantly with overwhelming need, her large blue eyes unbelievably wide. Her hands tugging at his pants and pulling them down just enough so his erection is free. Her dress is quickly yanked over her head and his eyes slip over her porcelain skin relishing in the sight of her flushed and ready.
Lips claim hers again, strong hands caressing a warm path over her body. She doesn't have time to be nervous, or have doubts, Byakuya's mind is made up and her hips arch up to meet him. "Ah!"
Juushiro's lips break away, the friction against his cock driving him into a state of unspeakable need.
His body moves to meet hers, the passion flowing between them rising as he feels her legs open. Her thighs hug at his waist, he nudges just enough to slide inside her wet heat.
"Yes!" Byakuya's voice is thick and a bit coarse as she feels his cock make way inside her tight passage. With the unbearable emptiness inside her suddenly filled, his manhood buries itself to the hilt.
Within moments he is moving at a steady pace, sweat beading down his back as they collide nestled among the scrolls and books of her family archive. Watching her breasts sway, her dark hair splayed out, the sweetness body accepting his weight, he is so in love with her. "I-I love you." he stutters, his hips now thrusting faster into her pulsating heat.
It's not enough, she craves him more now. Lifting her back from the floor she curls around his body meeting each thrust with her own. Her mouth wide, her voice gasping words that refuse to form.
The shift in position causes his cock to hit just the right spot over and over. "Ohhh!" She climaxes with each thrust of his hips, each building where the previous left off. "Don't stop!" she cries out in total abandon, the pressuring inside growing into a frantic need. Before she can stop herself, her teeth sink into his neck. Blood flows into her mouth, hot and thick, her senses screeching to a halt.
"Sssso incredible." he groans, her body shuddering around him. Juushiro comes instantly, the pain lost to so much ecstasy he can't stop himself. His release is hard, the burning in his cock finally getting a much needed release. Turning his head away, he allows her to drink, giving her the control she needs to satisfy all her desires. Panting for breath his hand manage to slip around her, one gliding through her silky hair the other at her back. "Don't take it all, Byakuya." The growling response makes his throat go dry. "Byakuya..."
"I will do what I like, son of King Yamamoto." she answers slipping her teeth from his neck and watching him drop to the red carpeted floor.
"I-I don't understand." he says watching her eyes turn brilliant crimson.
"Death will be my gift to you." Byakuya kneels down next to him and uses a fingernail to cut open a the vein on her right wrist.
He suddenly understands why he was brought here to feed Byakuya... and why the flowers bloom around her. "You can create vampires."
"Yes... it's my bloodline ability." she whispers, pressing her wrist to his lips. "You will be the first I create willingly." She watches over him, as he gently licks at the blood seeping from her wrist. "You are my own."
Drinking her blood, his eyes soon shift to ice blue, his senses seeing her with clarity. She is making sure he lives through the punishment, making sure he is next to her always. "And you are mine." he replies moving his mouth away and a thin line of crimson trickling from the corner of his lips. His tongue slips over his lips grabbing at the drop of blood, passing over the new fangs growing.
Byakuya's brow lifts in surprise, his expression bordering on lust and hunger. Suddenly he is on her, his teeth sinking into her neck. Dropping back to the floor it occurs to her that there isn't any difference... lust and hunger are the same emotion. "It feels good..."
"I love you." he whispers against her neck, his hands already sliding over her soft skin. "And I want you again."
"Ah... yes he certainly does." she thinks to herself as he claims her body once again.
Here we go! The first story is done^^ Please request pairings =) I hope you liked it^^ I have to admit part of me has always wanted to do it in the back of a library. o/o I'm so bad! So I wrote the lemon different than I had planned. But It's for my special friend Bleachfan and the plot and choices I made reflect a story that she would like =). Hope you like it too! HUGS YOU ALL! Fuzzi
