A/N: Okay, so, don't throw knives at me, I know you're not going to be impressed, but it shows Byakuya's development! The pairing is Byaruki and don't worry, his womanizing days are limited ;)
Thanks for all the reviews!
So basically, my partner got sick, then I got sick, now we're both horribly sick and we're drugged to the eyeballs with painkillers!
Also, my biggest fear in life is the dentist. I've been countless times and everything has been fine, yet every time I need to go, I put it off for as long as I can. Apparently fear of the dentist is quite common, and I have to go whilst I am in my hometown for the time being, and even though I worry about my teeth a lot, I still don't want to go .
WARNINGS: Scenes of a strong sexual nature (lime), YoruByaku (Yoruichi x Byakuya strong themes), language, adult situations!
I'M SORRY!
I don't own Bleach.
Part: 1.4
"Care for another glass?" Byakuya asked smoothly, holding out the half empty bottle of red wine for his date as they sat in his plush apartment in downtown Osaka.
"Are you trying to get me drunk?" the woman laughed as she eyed up her date, subconsciously biting her bottom lip.
"That depends," Byakuya humoured her, his gaze trailing up her slender legs as she crossed them, her long dress slipping to expose them a little.
"On what? Pray tell," she asked, watching with a sense of satisfaction as his eyes mentally undressed her.
"On what you're doing later," he replied with a killer smile, topping his date's glass up.
"I see," she smiled, suppressing a small laugh, "Well I think I've decided on what I'm going to be doing later."
"And that is…?" he asked with a smile, putting his glass on the table in front of them before turning back to her.
"Well," she replied, her voice dropping to a husky tone as she also placed her glass on the table, before shifting closer to him, "It involves you…me…and this sofa…" She leant over and whispered in his ear, her fingers already undoing the rest of his buttons as he suppressed a groan. Gods, he'd wanted this woman for ages, and now, she was all his for the taking.
"I see," he whispered, pulling her on to him so that she was straddling his lap as he sought out her lips with his. She practically ripped open the rest of his shirt, her hands immediately stroking the taunt muscles of his abdomen as his tongue easily dominated hers. His hands moved her hips to grind into him, pressing into his erection as he groaned deeply, his date matching his noises. He sat up, shrugging the rest of his shirt off before sliding the straps of her dress down, trailing hot kisses down her neck and collarbone. She moaned as his grinding hit a sensitive spot, desperate for him to tear off her dress and pleasure her. He reached his hand behind her silk dress, pulling the zipper down quickly, and letting her dress fall down to her hips, revealing her large breasts and lace underwear. He reached up again to kiss her lips, exploring her mouth once more as he expertly undid her bra with one hand, letting it slide before he threw it on the floor. His hand flew to cup her breast as he continued to kiss her, hoping to drag this out as long as possible and keep her waiting. He grinned against her mouth; finally, he'd managed to seduce her, Yoruichi Shihoin, the biggest model in Japan right now. Even when she was just starting out, only appearing as an extra in low budget magazines, and Byakuya was only seventeen, he had still fantasized about her. As she had become more popular and produced more material, his desire her for, along with millions of other men, had grown and grown. He wasn't like other men however, he was the hottest male model in the country and as such, he could fuck any number of celebrities who showed any form of interest. And now that he could finally have her, he was going to give her the best sex of her life.
She moaned loudly, grinding hard into him as he kissed around her breasts, daring him to give her what she wanted. He was teasing her, and it was delicious. She gripped onto his shoulders tightly as his tongue finally ghosted along her nipple, giving her a preview of what was to come. Byakuya fondled her other breast, it was so large compared to how small Rukia's had looked in her cute bra. His eyes snapped open as he stopped for a split second, hoping she had not noticed his sudden hesitancy. Her skin was different too, whilst Yoruichi's was a healthy bronze, Rukia's had been pale and red in patches. Yet he couldn't help but think how cute Rukia would look when her skin clears up, and he was curious to know what kind of eyes she was hiding.
"Byakuya?" Yoruichi asked, looking down to see he was suddenly deep in thought, feeling his hardness fade somewhat.
"Yes?" he looked back up at her, snapping out of his thoughts and hoping he would never experience them again.
"What's wrong?" she asked, "You've stopped all of a sudden…"
"Nothing," he said quickly, pushing the obtrusive thoughts from his mind, "Something just crossed my mind is all…"
"Is everything alright?" she asked again, hoping that he wasn't having second thoughts, though based on his reputation, that wasn't possible.
"Of course," he lied flawlessly, turning back to her and sliding his hand into her lace panties, "I was just wondering if we should go to the bedroom or in front of the fire…"
"Over there, on the rug…" she breathed, his fingers working magic on her.
He grinned as he picked her up, moving to the centre of the room and flopping down onto the rug, pulling her dress completely off before throwing it beside them. He moved to lie over her, kissing her once more as she unzipped his trousers, pushing them down and over his backside, and relieving the strain in his boxers somewhat as he managed to regain his lust. He moved to kiss her neck once more, his free hand massaging her breast once more as she whined beneath him. As he pressed his body into hers, she pressed back, but it wasn't Yoruichi who was pressing, it was Rukia. They weren't naked, but fully clothed, with Rukia reaching up and tangling her fingers in his hair, eyes wide with a small smile. He searched her face, eyes void of colour. What colour would they be? Brown? Green? Blue, perhaps? It was no longer Yoruichi who was moaning and writhing beneath him, but Rukia mocking him with wisdom beyond her years and her small laugh echoing as she had succeeded to grate on his nerves.
"Byakuya?" he heard his date ask, pulling him from his thoughts once more.
"Y-Yes?" he managed to reply, sitting up as he looked at her with undisturbed thoughts.
"Are you sure you're okay to do this?" she asked, concerned as he seemed suddenly distracted.
"I think the wine has gotten to me," he excused, sitting up whilst pulling her to her knees with him, "I apologize but I feel that I must call it a night."
"I-I understand," she replied in a dejected voice, reaching for her bra and dress. She inwardly sighed, she had wanted him for a while, who wouldn't want to sleep with Japan's hottest man? And now she could have him, he wasn't interested.
"It's not you, believe me," she said smoothly as he looked upon her crestfallen features, "I've had a long day, and I'm afraid I may have had a little too much…though I definitely have a free spot at the weekend when I have less work…if you'd like to join me for dinner again…"
"Of course," Yoruichi agreed with a smile, slightly reassured that he was still attracted to her. He had mentioned over dinner earlier that launching his new summer fashion range was tiresome, and being a model herself, she knew how taxing the job could be. She had managed to slip on her dress by this point, allowing him to zip it up after he himself had pulled his trousers and shirt back on.
He walked her to the door, apologizing once more before flashing his gorgeous smile in an attempt to cover up his temporary impotency.
"I'll see you at the weekend," he supplied, kissing her deeply before calling Rangiku and asking her to take Yoruichi home. He smiled as Rangiku brought the car around, and bid his date goodnight before watching the car speed off towards the city. He turned back to the living room, rubbing his forehead as a dull ache was beginning to form before draining the wine in his glass. He sat down on the sofa, watching the flames ravage the wood before clenching his hand. He realised in that moment that he was angrier than he had been in a long time. He had lost the woman of his dreams because of some snot-nosed brat who had managed to rub him up the wrong way and although he was certain he had another shot with Yoruichi, he had pretty much just been cock-blocked right now. He sighed as he put his glass back on the table, before sauntering to his bedroom, riddled with irritation. He had been nice to the girl, and now she was going to give him the answers he needed when he next saw her. He needed to get rid of her ASAP, before she had a chance to well and truly get under his skin.
xxxxxxx
Since obtaining the man's watch, Rukia was able to try and sort out some form of stable sleeping pattern, and although she still ended up going to bed at 2am from being wide awake; she had managed to get up earlier and earlier. She had realised one evening, as she had stared up at the ceiling, that he was invading her thoughts more and more. She had only met him twice, and he had already had quite an impact on her, enough to earn her trust. She had scoffed at this point, of course, that's what he wanted, to earn her trust so he could get answers from her, like the other man had wanted. She had also noticed that all of the men she had come across since she had met him had been nicer than the previous people she had known. It was quite possible from this that she had been 'passed to a different owner' as it were, was the nice man working for the brown-haired man with the snake-like sidekick? Were they accomplices? Rukia was far from stupid, thorough schooling and good genetics had seen to that, and although she was merely gesticulating, she was willing to bet that the nice man wasn't working under the evil man.
She had managed to get up early this morning, bushing her teeth with the tiny amount of toothpaste she had left and trying to wash herself with the ice-cold water and the cloth. From the bathroom, she hadn't heard the sound of the door unlocking, or the sound of footsteps coming from the stairs. Only when she heard a small thud did she walk out of the bathroom, dressed in only the man's lounge trousers and her bra, coming face to face with a woman.
"Oh gosh, I'm so sorry," the woman quickly said, turning to face the opposite way with a small blush of embarrassment.
"No, I'm sorry," Rukia cried, rushing to grab the t-shirt the man gave her as a sudden flush of nerves hit her stomach. She had seen one of them, would she be severely punished? Where was the longhaired man? "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to see you, please don't hurt me…I-I'll cover my eyes immediately…"
"What?" the woman asked, turning round and approaching the dressed girl now, "Hurt you? Why on earth would I do that?"
"The man said that if I saw him or anyone else," she replied, trembling as she stood with her back towards the woman, "H-He'd hurt me…"
"Byakuya said that?" she asked with a roll of her eyes, "He says a lot of things…he never means them though…"
"He…wouldn't hurt me then?" she asked, nerves starting to recede. Wait, she had called him something…B…Bya something.
"No," the woman laughed lightly, and Rukia realised that she liked it, an almost tinkling laugh that put her at ease, "He's more of a lover than a fighter. Also, you can turn around and look at me…I'd certainly never hurt you…or anyone for that matter."
Rukia slowly turned around, deciding to trust the woman, if she knew the man then there was a good chance she was telling the truth. She was met with a smile as she examined the woman's young face, beautifully amber coloured hair and gorgeous body, why couldn't she look like that? Rukia felt as flat as washboard and worse. She had a kind face; a mothering look almost graced her features as she regarded the young girl.
"I'm Rangiku," she replied, holding out her hand, to which Rukia hesitantly took it, fully stepping into the light to shake the woman's hand. She watched in confusion as Rangiku stared straight at her for a few long seconds, making her feel uneasy.
"I'm Rukia," she replied, looking away as she suddenly felt nervous again.
"I'm sorry, Rukia," Rangiku apologized, realising that she must have scared the poor girl a little, "It's just…you're very beautiful…with eyes I've never seen before…"
"I'm not as beautiful as you," Rukia pointed out with a small blush, feeling a little happier than she had in a long time, "I'm so very flat, and I have no figure to speak of."
"But you do!" Rangiku explained, her hands jumping to the girl's slender waist, causing the girl to squeal in surprise, "I can feel here that you have a tiny waist and nice sized hips. You may not have much on top, but that's what padded bras are for!"
"T-Thank you," she replied with a smile as the woman removed her hands and moved to sit on the chair.
"Where'd you get those clothes from anyway, they look familiar," Rangiku asked, racking her brain as to where she had seen them before.
"The man gave them to me," she replied pulling the shirt out to show how baggy it was.
"Byakuya did?" Rangiku asked, astounded, "How'd you get them off him? He hardly ever gives his personal possessions to anyone, not even to girlfriends or a dates."
"Yes," Rukia replied…that name again…"I asked for some new clothes and he brought these."
"Did he have a look of disdain when he gave them to you?" Rangiku asked, thoroughly amused that she had managed to get Byakuya to act unselfishly.
"I don't know," she replied truthfully, moving to sit on her bed opposite the chair, just like she had done with the man, "I've never seen him."
'Have you been walking around with your eyes closed then?" Rangiku asked, dumbfounded. Seeing as she had more pressing matters to address recently, Rangiku hadn't had chance to read Rukia's file, only knowing that she was being held temporarily for Aizen and she was most likely to be used as a ransom. She only knew the girl's name because she had asked Byakuya that morning, before she went to visit her.
"I've been wearing a blindfold since I've been in captivity," Rukia revealed, sighing as she looked at the floor, "My wrists were bound too, and it's only since B-Byaku…ya…undid them that I've been able to take this off and see. He told me that if I saw him or anyone else that he'd hurt me, so I put it back on when I hear the door open. I didn't hear it this time, so I wasn't prepared…"
" I see," Rangiku replied with a grimace as Rukia held out her wrists to show the woman the damage caused by the bonds, and even though she was applying cream regularly, they had only just started to heal, "But even if you did see him…he'd never hurt you…he's not that sort of man…"
"I didn't think he was," Rukia agreed, looking down to hide a slight blush, even though Rangiku saw it, "He's only ever been kind to me and given me what I've asked of him…where is he today, anway…?"
"He's actually quite a busy man," Rangiku replied, "When he's not running around after you, he has a full schedule."
"Oh," Rukia said, suddenly feeling guilty for asking so much from him, "Please apologize to him for me, since I've ran him around too much."
"He doesn't mind," Rangiku, teased with a smile, "He actually seems to enjoy spending time with you. He was smiling all the way back from visiting you."
"Really?" Rukia asked, perking up a bit as her pink glow returned.
"Yep," Rangiku continued with a smile, reaching down to pick up one of the bags she had brought in.
"He's not old…is he?" Rukia asked hesitantly, trying to find out more about him, slightly worried that he was much older than her.
"Not at all," Rangiku replied, surprised at Rukia's curiosity. What had Byakuya done to her to get her so curious about him? Not to mention she was blushing profusely, if Rangiku didn't know any better, she would have thought Rukia had a small crush on Byakuya. She shook her head, they barely knew each other and haven't even seen each other properly, "Well, he's older than you, but he's not old, as it were, he's a young adult. He's handsome too…"
"Really?" the young girl half exclaimed, why did this make her feel happy?
"Oh yes," Rangiku said with a dreamy sigh, "There isn't a woman alive who wouldn't want to sleep with him."
Rukia looked down at the floor in embarrassment, he must be really something, "And yourself? Have you…"
"Heavens, no!" Rangiku assured her with a wave of her wrist, "He might be handsome, but I don't like his type. Besides, I already have someone. What about you? Do you have a boyfriend?"
"I-I told Byakuya I do," she replied, using his name comfortably for the first time, "There's this boy I like, in my school, a guy called Ichigo. We went to the cinema a while ago and it was fun, but nothing really happened and now I'm not sure where we stand…"
"Relationships can be difficult," Rangiku agreed, "But I brought you some things to cheer you up! Byakuya gave me a list of things to get you…but since I like shopping, I kind of went overboard and got you lots of things!"
"Really?" Rukia asked, lifting her head and smiling in the small excitement she could muster.
"Yeah," Rangiku replied, showing her the bag that she had picked up earlier, "I got you some ladies items, but I wasn't sure what you use, so I got a huge selection."
"Wow, thank you," Rukia replied, looking into the full bag as Rangiku passed it to her.
"I've also gotten you various hair care products, body products and tooth paste and general hygiene items," she replied, indicating to the many bags next to her, "I've also bought you a load of new panties and things, just in case you haven't had access to any washing machines. Oh, and I bought you some candy, snacks and magazines…and some novels…I can image you've been bored out of your mind by now…"
Rukia was speechless as Rangiku pulled several things out of bags, lifting them up for inspection, "T-Thank you…"
"It's okay," Rangiku smiled with a wink, "I wasn't sure what novels you like to read, if you do read, that is. There was a sale on at the bookstore for romance novels, so I got a couple. If it's not your thing, then I'll have them!"
"O-okay…" Rukia replied, never having picked one up in her life, "It'll be fine."
"If it's not," Rangiku said, "Give them to Byakuya to pass on to me."
"I will, thank you," Rukia getting up as Rangiku looked unsure of what to do next.
"I'm sorry to leave so soon," Rangiku concluded, mindful of the time and her next appointment, "I've got some important things that I can't ignore."
"It's okay," Rukia said quickly, grateful for the woman's kindness, "Thank you, so very much."
"It's been a pleasure," Rangiku replied, heading towards the door and unlocking it, "Oh, and don't let Byakuya push you around too much, okay? He can be a bit of an ass sometimes; so don't take things personally if he gets mad. Be sure to put him in his place, and after meeting you, I have no worries that you can dish it back to him. Also, he has a weakness for pretty girls, so you can easily get him to do what you want! I hope to see you again soon!"
Rukia nodded as she watched Rangiku leave, thoroughly awestruck by her vivaciousness and kind attitude. She smiled to herself as she looked through her spoils, already deciding how to annoy Byakuya.
xxxxxxx
Byakuya gave one of his signature smiles as several flashes boomed in front of him, naturally outshining the other models in the room.
"Alright," one of the photographers called above the noise, "Miss Shihoin, we need you for this one." Byakuya watched as Yoruichi walked on set before stopping next to him, modelling the summer range he was helping to launch. The designer Byakuya had worked with had insisted on creating a female line to accompany the male, and looking at how the clothes accentuated her curves, he was glad he agreed. He felt her hand move to his chest as she posed sexily against him, prompting more camera flashes. They moved into a different position thereafter, Byakuya moved to cup her chin, lifting her face up close to his as they stood side-ways on. Girls will be swooning all over Japan as soon as this photo-shoot is released.
"That's a wrap," the director called after a multitude of poses, "Fantastic job, guys."
Byakuya sighed in relief as the bright lights were turned off and the photographers began to return to their stations. He'd had a long day, and even though he was a natural at this job, it was still tiring.
"Byakuya," Yoruichi addressed him, walking with him to his private dressing room, "I was wondering if you have any plans this Saturday? We could always have dinner again…"
"Sure," Byakuya smirked, looking her up and down, "I suppose I could always have dinner with you again…"
"I'll see you at the weekend, then," she replied, dropping her voice down to a husky whisper before walking back to her own room.
Byakuya smirked, pleased that he was finally going to get laid, as his phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out, reading the text from Matsumoto.
Sir,
Just visited your little girlfriend, she was pleased that I visited her. She seems very keen on you, maybe you have yourself another fan…you should go and see her sometime…
Rangiku
He groaned, having been so caught up in Yoruichi's advances, he had forgotten that he had to go and check on the girl at the weekend. He'd have to juggle things around but he could check on her in the morning and then spend the evening with his date. He automatically blushed the tiniest amount at her comment, little girlfriend? Hardly, all she did was irritate him on purpose to get a kick out of it, besides, she's just a brat who needs to be chucked back at Aizen.
As he walked through to his room however, he couldn't shake an uneasy feeling. He needed to get her out of the picture, but could he easily give her back to a man who wasn't afraid to hurt her? Aizen had already caused physical damage to her, and even though she could defend her corner, he could break her within seconds if he wanted. He shook his head as he changed into casual clothing, perhaps it was a good thing that she was keen on him, at least he could get information, and she wouldn't need to go directly back to Aizen.
He sighed as he gathered his things, remembering to reprimand his overly suggestive and insubordinate colleague.
Again, don't kill me…or do kill me…I won't have to go to the dentist that way…but Byakuya ended up thinking about Rukia anyway ;)
Much more Byaruki orientated fluff/development next time! And the next chapter will be the last bit of part 1!
