*** For Your Own Good. ***

It had been a near week since Byakuya had been returned to his home. One long, boring, uneventful, and dull week. With a redhead, loudmouth lieutenant.

Of course there had been a few meetings to discuss his mental health, a couple doctor's visits here and there, whispers about Aizen's agenda with the noble and Several training sessions with Renji to release pent up stress, but all in all very bland and public.

The nobleman hadn't had a moment to himself since his return. Someone, mostly Renji, had been accompanying him the entire time. Byakuya huffed silently and shifted in yukuta.

His lieutenant had been resting his flaming head in the nobleman's lap for the past hour and a half, snoring whilst he was supposed to be supervising the man. Byakuya let his leg swing off the edge of the deck behind the master bedroom. He turned and stared at the futon in his room. He really needed personal space, about now.

As a soft breeze blew over his private garden, Byakuya heard his anklet clinking against itself and in a swift movement threw his lieutenant off himself to walk to the bed. Said lieutenant groaned and grabbed the back of his head as he watched the nobleman stalk over to the bed.

"It's nearly midnight." The nobleman said quietly.

Renji got up, walked to the bed, and lay down farthest from Byakuya as he could. Byakuya got under the covers and listened as the redhead's breathing steadily flowed and turned into soft snoring. The nobleman watched the full moon out of the still open door to the deck.

***

Isn't it just the worst feeling waking up without remembering having gone to sleep and your body aching as if it didn't rest all night?

"Yes, yes, it is."

Byakuya sighed and turned in his semiconscious.

A large warm object wrapped itself around his waist as something solid and warm rested against his spine. He thrashed violently.

"Mnnnnnuh, Renji."

"Hold still!" It was a harsh whisper.

The warm object around his waist pulled against his body and pulled him from the futon. Again, he groaned and gripped the sheets.

"Get offfffff." More a whine than a command.

His body was jerked suddenly and the sheets fell from his hands as he shivered from the cold of the falling yukuta. He felt a hand on the back of his head and his eyes flew open, his head shooting up but he still couldn't see.

"Jesus…! Fuck!" The voice was still whispering. Byakuya continued thrashing and struggling until something pinned his shoulders to the futon. He pushed up with all his might as a lump rose in his throat, but the figure didn't budge.

"Get off!" Byakuya's voice was tiny, his eyes closed and hands gripping the figure's arms.

"Open…your…eyes."

"…Grimmjow!"

The sheet that had been thrown around in their scuffle slipped off the Sexta's head as both he and the nobleman huffed. They glared at each other until Byakuya blushed and threw his head to the side, hiding the tears that had swelled in his eyes. As usual, nothing woke his lieutenant.

The Sexta grunted as the nobleman threw his knees together around his hips and then got up from the bed. He looked down upon the nobleman and extended a tanned hand towards the half-naked alabaster body.

Byakuya gazed up at the blue haired wonder, pale moonlight shining in violet eyes and around a tall figure. He reached for the strong hand above him, placing his own in its grasp and continued to stare down deep blue eyes as he reached his full height, still more petite than the Sexta. The nobleman breathed hard as his chest connected with that of the other man. Neither man voiced their acknowledgement of the irony of the situation of the eager kidnapped and the gentle kidnapper.

Something flashed in the thief's eyes and before Byakuya could catch it, he had leaned in and stolen a kiss from the nobleman.

Byakuya pulled away wide-eyed with a gasp.

"N-no!" He scolded the Sexta in hushed tones.

"Mm-mmm. Come back." Grimmjow leaned deeper and again caught Byakuya's lips. This time the kiss lasted longer and ended with a gasp and a whimper.

"We can't…"

"You mean we shouldn't…"

And again. The nobleman squeezed the Sexta's biceps harder every second of the kiss, his face contorting into a look of a pain as his mind instinctually out-weighed the pros with the cons.

"Ah…" Grimmjow breathed.

"…St…Stop."

A fourth. Renji shifted in his sleep and turned to face the couple.

That one ended with a loud, disturbingly wet "smack" and the sound of a garganta tearing through the moonlight.

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WHAT?! Finally Romance.

I don't feel comfortable writing smut, but I'd feel like a douche to not write it. D: