Disclaimer: I do not one Bleach
Word Count: 257
AN: SC
Note: In this chapter single quotes indicate speech in Byakuya's inner world.
Ookami Bound
Sword Master
Because of the way her hips wiggled, the way her depths twitched around him- he had to draw into his inner world to keep from letting loose- splashing his seed hotly into her depths too soon.
Senbonzakura waited there with a smirk.
In the garden of his mind where it was perpetually spring (unless he just so happened to be displeased and then fall threatened winter) his zanpaktou spirit strolled the pathways with a swagger.
'Master.' He bowed.
A not so delightful chill ran up Byakuya's spine at the greeting. It sat uncomfortably with him that two beings called him "master" and that one craved domination in a way the other certainly did not.
The mask hid the playful smile, but the captain could hear it in his subordinate's tone, 'At play again with the ookami, Master?'
Byakuya gave his zanpaktou his profile, signaling his disapproval of the question.
But the spirit behind the mask only chuckled, though of course when his master cast a glance at him he bowed his head obediently.
The serenity of the garden washed in with the sakura-scented breeze and there was satisfying silence. Byakuya breathed deeply, his hand trailing a low branch of the blooming plum tree.
Finally his- to a degree, defiant companion, spoke again, 'You know I have no qualms with your indulgence, Master.'
Though this was said lightly, offhandedly, Byakuya knew it was both an apology and an encouragement.
Byakuya gave a bare nod.
Senbonzakura grinned behind the teak, 'Give her hell for me, my lord.'
His master sighed.