Chapter 6: Negotiations
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(A shout out to Jaundrie, who gave me a gentle nudge I needed to finally get something ready to post. RL's a bitch sometimes and it's been kicking my ass lately! Thanks to Jess0409 (Here's that update!), Picklez80 (Belly laughs served up!), ShariBerry89 (You have no idea how true that is!), Kenichi (I was actually thinking of writing a story where Ryuuken inadvertently impregnates Isshin. I think that would be hilarious, everything from both guys' reactions to poor Ichigo and Uryu, trying to make sense of that. I will see what I can do with that!), ShadowEndowedNiceties (I love writing Byakuya and Kenny together. Kenpachi is surprisingly perceptive of Byakuya's frustration about being trapped into this role he has to play. Byakuya secretly loves that Kenpachi doesn't give a damn about rules he didn't make. He feeds that wild side that Byakuya had to give up to become Kuchiki leader.), Guest (MOAR is granted! And you can be as greedy as you like. I don't mind at all.), Tomyallen Kenpachi has this tendancy to turn the tables unexpectedly. He's going to get under Byakuya's skin, starting in this chapter!), ShadedWillow (I am definitely keeping the two switched up, although a story point later might involve Byakuya reaching a point where he decides to meet Kenpachi in a place of greater equality. Right now, he is nowhere near allowing Kenpachi to get anywhere near...well, you know! It'll be fun. That's all I can say.), Hisuiryuu (Kenpachi is about to do something a little shocking...and hot!), Yukino76 (Thanks a million!), (Oh, the tables are about to get a little turned. Kenny isn't one to let himself be steamrolled and he's about to figure out how to make a few of the rules work for him!), Ctofi1 (Here's another chapter for you to make you laugh some more!), Kyuumihaira (Yes, they givev a whole new meaning to tough love, that's for sure!), Lilbit1016 (You can say that again! Things will get very hot, very soon!), Amazinglion29 (Aww, I'm so glad the stories help you along and brighten your day. A good story does that for me too!), Gemnika (Kenny's going to show a little heart that will trip Byakuya up and give him a sweet little jolt or two. Kenny's good at taking Byakuya off guard!), and Tmp3475 (The rockiness will persist for a while, but Kenpachi is already breaking holes in Byakuya's defenses. It will be a constant power struggle, though. That's the only way these two know how to operate.) Enjoy the new chapter! Love to all, Spunky)
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A pleasant, flowery scent drifted across Kenpachi's hazy mind and he felt the gentle touch of soft, warm hands caressing the bump on his even more rounded belly. Unable to conjure the will to either object or attack the man touching him, he opened his green eyes and tried to focus on Byakuya's calm, frowning face.
"You're back again?" he mused, "You must really like getting throttled."
"Actually, I am somewhat less than amused by your insistent attempts to kill me," Byakuya answered dryly.
"Do you really blame me?" Kenpachi asked, the question making Byakuya pause amidst his task and look down into the bigger man's glazed emerald orbs, "You held me down and had sex with me, without my permission. Do you even remember that?"
"Barely," Byakuya admitted, "If you will remember, I was under the influence of the hollow vamp's saliva. But you were affected by the reiatsu distortion it caused. I would ask you the same question. Do you remember us being together?"
"Sorta," Kenpachi answered, "Just parts, like you."
"And in those parts you remember, would you say that I looked like I was enjoying myself at your expense?" the noble asked pointedly.
Kenpachi's brow furrowed as he considered the question.
"Naw," he answered finally, "You looked like you were starving and I was the only food around for miles. You looked like you wanted to suck the life right outta me."
Byakuya's breath caught unexpectedly and a little chill went through his midsection at the suggestion.
"What's wrong?" Kenpachi inquired, "You feeling bad about it all now? Why? You just said that you had no control."
"And I did not," Byakuya answered, "But that does not absolve me of responsibility for hurting you."
He took a slow breath and held Kenpachi's gaze steadily.
"I am sorry," he apologized.
"And what about making me your little wifey?" Kenpachi asked, an edge of mayhem in his voice, "You sorry about that too?"
"I am," Byakuya admitted, "although my submission to our marriage was no more of a choice for me than it was for you."
"How do you figure? I don't think I saw anyone tying you down or knocking you loopy to make you do it."
"Well, some of us are expected to adhere to higher standards of behavior. We model proper behavior for our progeny by adhering faithfully to the rules."
"And how do you figure that forced marriage is proper behavior. That's kind of fucked up, if you ask me."
"Well, I did not make the rules. They are there to keep order and civility between the clans, so I choose to respect them."
"Even as screwed up and wrong as they are, huh?"
"I do wonder about some of them," the noble admitted, "but others, I can see how they are there to mitigate the touchy situations that can rise between the clans. Rules are necessary to keep careful balances of power."
"I make my own rules," Kenpachi growled, eyeing him more closely for a moment, "And, as I remember, you used to kinda do that too. You weren't following the rules when you married that pretty little Rukon beauty, were you?"
"I was young and still suffering from some lingering idealism," Byakuya said dryly.
"She was a cutie, your Hisana," the bigger man sighed sleepily, "I used to see her passing by on her way to the Rukongai where she used to go and look for her sister."
Byakuya's dark eyes blinked slowly and took on a curious look.
"I was not aware that you knew my wife," he commented.
"Weeell," Kenpachi drawled, leaning back against his pillows and placing his hands behind his head, "the way we met was that she passed by one day while Yachiru and I were on duty near the west gate and she overheard Yachiru bugging me for sweets. I mentioned that it's near our base, so when she'd go by, she made sure after that, that she always had some sweets on hand for Yachiru. She and I talked a little sometimes."
Byakuya withdrew his hands and sat back, absorbing the other man's words.
"And what would a beast like you and my late wife have to talk about?" he asked, frowning, "I don't imagine you treated her to tales about everything you've killed over the years."
"Uh-uh. See, she might have been a lamb and me a monster, but we both came from the low Rukongai. So, she told me about Inuzuri…and a little about you. I kinda liked hearing it because you weren't the stuffy little robot with her that you are with everyone else."
Byakuya gave him a dark look, but said nothing in reply.
"Yeah," Kenpachi went on, "she told me all about how you took on that brothel owner and his enforcers who were taking the desperate street kids in and making money selling their services to the animals down there where she lived."
Kenpachi noted the little twitch of unpleasant memory that flared in Byakuya's eyes at his words and he continued.
"She told me how you just busted into the brothel, all alone. You didn't have your bankai yet, and that bastard had a bunch of guys attack you. You didn't fight'em like you do now, looking down on'em and taking your time. You crashed into the bunch of'em like a freight train and took all kinds of damage, beating the ever loving hell out of'em. All of'em. Big daddy, the pit boss and his whole buch of hired thugs. Then, she told me how you took her to your retreat and cleaned her up. She told me that she didn't understand at first why you singled her out and broke your cover to stop'em from raping her like they did with the new ones. It wasn't until later, while you were at the retreat, she saw a portrait of your mother and realized what made you wanna protect her so bad."
Byakuya's frown deepened and he regarded his husband quietly for a moment.
"I wasn't aware that you possessed such intimate details of my life," he commented.
"Don't worry," Kenpachi said, giving him a sly wink, "As your little wifey, I know how to keep a secret for you. That's what wives do, isn't it? I can do that."
"I'm so pleased," Byakuya sighed, "And in truth, the less my family's elders hear right now about my indiscretions of the past, the better. They are in fits already about your required induction into the family."
"I'll bet they are," Kenpachi chuckled, "And what about you? How are you liking all of this time giving me belly rubs and reiatsu infusions? I noticed you looking at my scars. I'll bet it's not the first time you've seen how the low Rukongai leaves its impression on people."
"No," Byakuya replied solemnly, "it is not."
"Well, you won't have to do any fighting for me. I take care of myself."
"You are not just taking care of yourself anymore," Byakuya reminded him firmly, "You are caring for our child while he or she grows in that monstrous body of yours."
"Does that bother you?"
Byakuya gave him a derisive look.
"I would certainly not have chosen to seed the heir inside you, but then, you wouldn't have chosen me to have a child with either."
"You can say that again, princess," Kenpachi laughed.
"Do not call me that," Byakuya answered, his eyes glinting warningly.
"Or what? What're gonna do? I'm telling the truth. Look at yourself. That silky, soft hair and perfect, white skin? Pretty, expensive clothes and you look down on everyone. You're a princess. Even your power is all pink and pretty, like you. I'm not insulting you. That's how I see you."
"Well, you will keep that reference private, and in public, you will just call me by name, as you already do."
"I think I'll call you whatever I feel like calling you in whatever place I decide. I'm not one of your little pussy servants who'll do anything you command. Wifey or not, I'll do what I want."
"I would appreciate it if you would cease to refer to yourself in that way. Although in the formal paperwork, you are noted as a clan wife, I will only refer to you as my husband," Byakuya said sternly.
"Well, that's pretty damned polite of you. Doesn't really make up for you having my ass and marrying me without my permission, but it makes me want to kill you just a tiny bit less."
"So, we are making progress," Byakuya sighed wearily.
"Don't let it go to your head."
"Oh, believe me, I will not," the noble assured him.
He observed Kenpachi silently for a moment.
"Are you comfortable now?" he asked quietly.
"Yeah, kinda hungry and more than a little horny, if you know what I mean."
"That is a side effect of the infusions and a reflection of our spirit resonance."
Kenpachi glanced down at the huge lump that was barely covered by his yukata.
"That's some resonance," he said, looking amused, "Why would you be resonating with me?"
"I have no idea," Byakuya said, standing and turning away, "I will leave you now to see to your…situation. Torio will be by with food whenever you are ready"
"What? You're leaving me like this?" Kenpachi teased, smirking, "Isn't there some rule that says since we're married, we give each other sex?"
"We are expected to satisfy our partner's sexual hunger."
"That mean you'll let me between those pretty thighs of yours?" Kenpachi asked, grinning.
"Not in this lifetime," Byakuya answered heatedly, his face and throat flushing in reaction.
"I thought you said we had to feed each others' sexual hunger. That's the rule, right? What if what I'm hungry for is getting inside you the way you got inside me?"
Byakuya's lips stiffened and his eyes filled with barely contained rage.
"You are a clan wife," he said stiffly, "and the rules, while they say that I must submit to sex with you also say that a clan wife, male or female, will accept the leader into his or her body. Any intrusion into my body will only happen if and when I agree to it."
"You say that like there's some way you might actually do it," Kenpachi noted, "What's goin' on in your head, princess? You starting to like me?"
"No, I do not like you. You are barely above a primate and I cannot imagine how I will stomach offering you sex. I do hope you will refuse."
"What if I just ask for you to take care of that thing down there that's aching because of you?"
"It is not me. It is just the infusions," Byakuya began.
His voice stopped in his throat and he stared in surprise as Kenpachi's hand took hold of his and guided it slowly down to the part in question. Byakuya's arm quivered and his face went from flushed to pale as his palm came to rest over the dangerous looking bulge that swelled underneath the bigger man's clothes. He froze, lost for words at the sound of relief that escaped his husband at just his touch.
"That feels pretty good," Kenpachi said, holding Byakuya's slender hand in place, "Why don't you move that hand around a little? I don't think it'll take much to make that ache go away, right?"
Byakuya sucked in a hissing breath, bristling. Kenpachi watched through narrowed eyes as the noble sat frozen for several long moments, neither moving his hand nor withdrawing it. Finally, he let out a resigned sigh and slid his hand underneath the edge of the bigger man's yukata. Heat flashed on his face and he started to turn his head away as he began to deliver the requested stimulation. But Kenpachi's hand curved around his cheek and made their eyes meet again.
"From now on? If you're gonna touch me, I want you to look at me," Kenpachi growled softly, his eyes beginning to glow a deep golden as his arousal increased, "That way, you'll know when you're hitting my sweet spots."
"I am somewhat concerned that if I find one, your reiatsu could spike and destroy my bedroom," Byakuya complained.
"Eh, you're a rich guy, aren't you?" Kenpachi chuckled, "I'm sure you've got people who can fix anything that gets destroyed."
"There are a number of heirlooms and the furniture is antique."
"Then, maybe you and I should sleep in a different room," Kenpachi snickered.
"Maybe you should learn to control your…"
Byakuya's mouth snapped shut, cutting off the last of his words as Kenpachi moved his hips and let out an erotic groan.
"Damn, Kuchiki! You know how to get to a guy. Do you get a lot of practice or something?"
"A…a lot of practice?" Byakuya repeated indignantly, "Do not speak to me that way! You know, you may be a slovenly, mannerless animal, but I am…"
"A lonely little princess since your wife died," Kenpachi finished, "I get it. I've never had anyone to do this for me. I do it myself sometimes, but you're right. I tend to break things. OW!"
Kenpachi glared at Byakuya, who returned the wicked gaze with an even more withering one.
"That's quite a grip you've got. Don't tear it off, okay? I need that."
"I cannot imagine what for," Byakuya snapped heatedly, "You won't find anything, male or female, short of a spirit demon able to take that monstrosity into their body!"
"Hey, we'll go slowly," Kenpachi laughed, arching his back and panting softly as he thrust his hips harder and faster, "I'm just asking for a hand job tonight, honey."
Kenpachi gasped and swore, falling back against the pillows and thrusting upward as he was violently overcome with pleasure. Hot seed erupted into the air barely missing falling onto Byakuya's hand and arm as it splashed down onto Kenpachi's writhing form. Byakuya tried to look away, but was stricken with the blindingly erotic image of his naked husband splayed out on his back, his flesh misted with a sheen of sweat and his green eyes wide and dangerously feral, his lips smiling contentedly.
"I think I might just have married the right guy," Kenpachi sighed languidly, "No one's ever rung my bells that hard. You're really something."
"You are disgusting!" Byakuya huffed, pulling away and starting to stand.
His eyes widened in surprise as Kenpachi's hand curled around his arm and he was dragged down onto the bed. He tried to roll to his feet, but was quickly shoved back down and handily caught between his husband's spread thighs as Kenpachi crawled on top of him and straddled his more slender body.
"Wh-what are you doing?" Byakuya demanded, "Get off of me!"
"Take it easy," Kenpachi said, holding him in place and glaring down into dark eyes that had gone deep black with barely contained rage, "I'm not gonna rape you. I'm just gonna return the favor for what you just gave me."
"I do not want anything from you! Get off!" Byakuya seethed, struggling beneath the bigger man.
Kenpachi's powerful eyes narrowed and he pressed his hips forward, impacting Byakuya's aroused nether region and jolting his slim, lovely body with warm friction. The noble sucked in a stinging breath, unable to say a word as pleasure rocketed through him. Kenpachi watched closely until Byakuya started to recover, then he moved his hips again and watched his husband's deep grey eyes cloud with barely restrained lust.
"You like that," the big man chuckled, his voice rumbling through his thick torso and teasing Byakuya's trapped nether region unmercifully, "Maybe you still hate me, but you like what I'm doin' to you."
"Y-you're crazy!" Byakuya fired back.
His breath left him again as Kenpachi's hips moved again and he leaned forward, bringing his face close to the angry noble's.
"And you're not used to letting yourself feel good," Kenpachi answered, "They've screwed you up so bad, you don't even really know right from wrong anymore. You don't know how to listen to your instincts."
"W-well, some of us have grown beyond being undisciplined monkeys!"
Byakuya gasped and writhed fitfully as Kenpachi's hips began to move again, derailing his thoughts and sending deep throbs of pleasure through his long deprived loins. And before he quite realized what was happening, his own hips seemed to rise of their own accord, seeking more of that hot, delicious friction.
"That's it," Kenpachi purred, the deep, relaxed rumble of his voice seeping into Byakuya's undulating form, "See, it's good for something, right? It's making you feel good."
"Sh-shut up, you moron!" Byakuya panted, sweat breaking out on his face and throat as twinges of urgent need assaulted his flustered genitalia.
"You don't have very good manners for a princess," Kenpachi laughed.
Byakuya started to give a heated reply, but was forcefully retrained as he felt the clothing between them being tugged aside and Kenpachi's hot, satin flesh touched his directly. He was stricken with two warring urges at once, one to move faster and the other to destroy the man on top of him, As he reeled with indecision, Kenpachi rubbed hard against him, bringing him to the darker, lovely edges of bliss, then tossing him carelessly over. He loosed a shuddering gasp of intense pleasure, stiffening and closing his eyes as powerful, melting throbs left him writhing senselessly, panting hard and clenching at the man on top of him.
Kenpachi gazed down at him, admiring him through amused eyes as Byakuya slowly began to recover. He slid off of the noble's sated body, flopping down next to him and breathing in the mingled, heady scents of sweet sakura, sweat-dampened flesh and man.
"I think I'd light up if I smoked," Kenpachi chuckled, earning a derisive look from his comelier partner, "I don't know what was better, that hand job you gave me or watching you lose it like that. I think I'm getting hard again."
"If you touch me again, I will kill you," Byakuya warned him, turning onto his side so that he was facing away.
He sucked in a surprised breath as Kenpachi's arms curled around him and the bigger man pressed up against his naked back.
"What are you…?"
"Relax, I'm just cuddling you a little. Why don't you take a nap there?"
"I am not sleeping in your arms. You would probably murder me in my sleep!"
"Knock it off. I'm not gonna kill you," Kenpachi chided him, sliding a hand down to rub his heaving belly gently, "We're stuck in this together, right? You're pissed about what happened, just like I am, but we both want this kid, so we have to work together."
Byakuya glanced back over his shoulder, giving the bigger man a look of surprise.
"You…want this child?" he asked in a shocked tone, "I thought that you…?"
"I still don't wanna be the one carrying," Kenpachi assured him, "but the idea of being a father isn't terrible, especially if our kid gets your pretty face and those damned beautiful eyes."
"Just as long as the child does not inherit your beastly manners, I will be satisfied," Byakuya hissed scathingly.
"I think that you like that I have terrible manners," Kenpachi taunted him, "Truth is, you like that I don't let anyone tell me what to do. I do what I want and I answer to myself. End of story. You don't have that, so you can't take your eyes off of it."
"Do not speak to me like you know a thing about me!" Byakuya objected.
Kenpachi's laugh rumbled against his back and his hand continued to make circles on the agitated noble's belly, slowly lulling him.
"I think I know you better than you know yourself."
"Shut up, you witless baboon," Byakuya huffed, closing his eyes, "You do not know anything!"
Goodnight to you too, beautiful," Kenpachi said, smirking and nuzzling into his soft hair to deliver a little kiss on the side of his pale throat, "Sweet dreams."