AN: Yaaay! Today, I reached 100th review!!! I'm so happy! Kaoru Sayuri Kamiya was the one whose review is 100th, so I'm dedicating the 11th chapter to this author. I quote a part of the amazing 100th review: "...As for the futon, where is this stupid futon ?Want the sequel of this scene in the next chap for sure !..."

I think that the 'futon' thing is what you have all expected from the very beginning and I must say that...your wish came true!

Enjoy and make sure to review!

Warning: LEMON!!!! You were warned! It suits the M rating.

P.S. Please read it all and don't skip the lines. That's impolite. I know because I tended to do that and felt bad afterwards. (is this pointless babbling?)

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Chapter 11: Is it a Promise, Byakuya?

Byakuya was exactly tall as Renji (1); the reason it appeared that Renji was taller was his ponytail. So the question was, why had Byakuya had to reach up in order for their lips to connect? The answer was a bit displeasing and men simply hated to admit when it came to that. It was because of the knees. Byakuya was practically melting.

When they pulled apart, they looked at each other with those dazed looks, which indicated that both men had aleready been driven by passion and lust. They were, so to say, unaware. But Renji had decided, if it happened for them to end up in this position, that there wouldn't be any passionate outbursts, since he considered both of them grown up men; he didn't want it to hurt his captain or to hurt him (depending on who would be topping, since they had tended to switch). He had decided that he would control his carnal instincts as much as possible and if Byakuya wanted him to.

"The futon..." Renji's voice half whisper. He let go of his love's hair, trying to maintain balance and somewhat orientate in the dark room. He looked at Byakuya and the noble nodded in silent understanding, providing a kidou ball in order to illuminate the room. He was following Renji, a bit nervous by all of this. What was the meaning of the thing they were about to do? Was it time to think about it? Maybe he should just give in. This was the last chance for him to seriously think about such things, since, although he hated to admit it to himself, he wasn't able to think at all with Renji so close to him.

Before him, Renji was doing some thinking as well, while searching for that precious futon. They really needed to get laid right here and right now. Otherwise, they would regret it, the redhead mused. He knew, as well, that it was impossible for them to be together again, because of all the things that had happened, and despite the good will from both sides (he hoped he was right about that), it was still quite unforgivable. At least at this point.

Secondly, what if Byakuya only wanted them to be, so called, friends with benefits, starting from this moment? (2) He had seen Rangiku many times suffering over that even today, when Ichimaru Gin would come and spend some nights with her and then secretly return to Hueco Mundo, the same way he had come. And she was deprived of him, until the time he felt need to bury his face in her breasts again. Shuuhei couldn't replace Gin, as much as Rangiku couldn't replace Yumichika. The 13th Squad lieutenant was afraid the similar could happen to him.

'I'll think about it tomorrow', he decided. He needed this, he so desperately needed to feel the noble, to inhale him and taste him, to absorb him to the very bones of his. He wanted to prove that Byakuya's speech hadn't been pointless. He wanted to redeem for the sight his former lover had seen.

After some more seeking, he found what he was looking for. He spread the futon over the floor, coughing because of the cloud of dust which lifted from the said object. It smelled bad, as well. Renji looked at his captain, who seemed even more gorgeous under the blue light of the ball.

"It is alright." he said.

"Are you sure? You'll dirty yourself..."

Byakuya unexpectedly snorted. "As if we are going to get out of this clean" he stated. "Renji, you worry too much." he placed himself on the futon, waiting for Renji to join him.

The redhead sat beside him, dazed again, nuzzling Byakuya's neck before placing a small kiss followed by a bite on his pale, sensitive neck. Byakuya leaned into it, untying Renji's hair, which fell over Renji's broad shoulders and face.

The raven haired shinigami started similar ministrations with his lips, teasing the skin on Renji's neck, gently removing long, crimson hair from the said part of body, in order to have a better access. He slightly parted his lips, capturing a bit of the tattooed skin with them, as if to tweak it, but it wasn't painful at all. He kept running his slim, aristocratic fingers through the thick crimson, over and over, pressing his lips tighter to the teased skin. As he did so, his fingers gripped more and more of Renji's hair, the feeling in his belly tightening. He swayed back and forth, and then he finally stopped, forcefully separating Renji from his neck, clashing their lips together into one deep, slow kiss. With his left hand, he peeled the clothes from Renji's right shoulder, exposing delicious flesh.

Renji, noticing this, placed his left hand on Byakuya's back, gently placing him into horizontal position, positioning himself on top of the noble. He kissed Byakuya tenderly, and the other opened his mouth, letting Renji's tongue enter; the sensation of tongue against tongue was sending signals to his, already aroused member. They kissed so slowly, so lovingly, wanting it to last as long as possible. Renji moaned out of pleasure, already breathless, making the kiss more deep and more firm, as he was trying to untie Byakuya's hakama, his haori somewhere in the room, as well as the expensive scarf, carelessly tossed.

Byakuya allowed him to do what he was doing, so much intoxicated by this moment, this person, this complete anxiety, and anticipation. In the very end, they were both naked, and both of them didn't know how, since they hadn't pulled apart not even for air, and their eyes had been closed the entire time. But it didn't matter. The warmth was there, the skin, the pressure of another body.

Renji positioned himself between Byakuya's well-shaped, strong legs, still kissing him, pleasantly surprised by the arousals that were touching each other, occasionally making a pleasant friction. They pulled apart, and the redhead started to place small kisses from Byakuya's sharp chin down his collarbones, bare chest, running his palms over flat abdomen, feeling his former captain's breathing accelerating with every touch and tickle of his long, red hair. Then he ran his palm over Byakuya's face, memorizing every curve, ran his fingers through that long, black hair which smelled of cherry; his palm returning to Byaluya's chest which was rising and falling with obvious excitement. He looked at the older shinigami, to find him lost in lust.

He made sure to show respect to every part of his superior's body, the noble's body, his beloved's body, ending it with caressing of his masculine thighs. He felt he grew very impatient and painfully aroused, looking at his...Byakuya beneath him, waiting for him, longing for him, looking at him in invitation with his indifferent, yet somewhat different look of steel. His fingers reached to his mouth in order to soak them in saliva, when a hand tightly gripped his.

"No." Byakuya barely said, and Renji obeyed, spreading his beloved's legs a bit more before positioning his member at his entrance, penetrating slowly, carefully watching Byakuya's reaction. This wasn't their first time to do it without a lubricant, but he still wanted to be careful. Byakuya winced a little, but, honestly, he didn't care much. He needed that heat inside of him this instant. He needed those strong hands on his hips. He needed his subordinate; the only person for who, aside of his adopted sister, he feared for. What was that kind of pain in comparison to the wounds gained in the battlefield? Did it matter how much it hurt, when you were there with the one you loved, and whom you had betrayed? Which would hurt more, the anus, or the heart?

Renji was thrusting slowly, partly because he didn't want to hurt the raven haired man and partly because he was trying to prolong the moment. As he was moving back and forth, he was caressing Byakuya's thighs, occasionally leaning down to steal a small kiss. He was panting, his hair sticking to his face, shoulders, and back, and Byakuya would extend arms to move it from his face. He himself lost in ectasy, was trying not to moan, warm sweat drops sliding from his face and body.

Captain Kuchiki found himself breathing heavily, gripping Renji's forearms to encourage him to go faster, to hit that spot harder, again, and again, and again...He enjoyed just looking at the redhead,to see his eyes clouded by lust and unspoken love, mixing with some strange feeling which he wasn't able to comprehend, but, judging by Renji's reiatsu, it seemed so heavy. Random images were appearing before the noble's eyes because he was in fever; he recalled their time being together and their silent understandings; he remembered how it was enough for them just to stand next to one another (3), on their missions, in private; how it had been pleasant...To look at cherry blossoms and admire them together, and drink tea together, and occasionally listen to his lieutenant's laughter and jokes he couldn't understand...

He was in fever, feeling himself go deeper into the futon. He saw Renji still going relatively slow, but he needed him to go faster, to find his release. Byakuya thought, in that moment, how it would be nice for Renji to feel at ease with him, to feel fulfilled, even this one night, to forget the sorrow he was so desperately trying to hide.

"Renji..." he said, through gritted teeth. He was at loss for air, excited to the very end, losing connection with dream and reality. "Faster.."

The redhead obeyed, holding Byakuya's hips firmer, pumping as fast as he could. Byakuya's voice was all he needed to lose total control over the situation, going to the deepest, thrusting the hardest, until he came violently inside of his Byakuya, making a grimace. He was breathing erratically, almost falling over the older man, rolling his eyes in pleasure, his body still twitching in small spasms. He inhaled sharply, to exhale more slowly, regaining consciousness. He looked at Byakuya, who was trying to recover himself, yet he still hadn't reached his orgasm.

Renji nuzzled his nose in affection, silently asking if it hurt. Byakuya caressed his cheek.

"Captain..." Renji whispered, resting just a little bit, before he positioned his entrance above Byakuya's member. The dark haired man shifted in sitting position, running his palms over Renji's smooth, sweaty back, seeing Renji was in pain.

"You..." Byakuya whispered in a husky voice, barely managing to say anything. He inhaled sharply, because Renji started to ride in his lap slowly, sending pleasurable feelings throughout his body. Renji looked up at the ceiling, tossing his head in order to remove his annoying, sticky hair from his neck, and he succeeded.

Byakuya was looking at him, a wild yet tamed beast in his lap, such raw, manly, yet refined, feminine beauty...Renji was riding and riding, moaning from time to time muffled moans, full of emotions. He was both aware and unaware, sandess overwhelming him, in a strange mixture with joy and happiness.

He was there, melting into him, loving him, holding him...It felt as if he belonged to him again. And so he drove Byakuya to his own climax, feeling his shivers, could feel uneven movements under his palms, could hear discontinued breathing until the last spurt of warm seed. With the last one, Byakuya's muscles relaxed, and he fell back on the futon. Renji remained on top of him for a few moments, enjoing the feeling of the softened member inside of him. Then he stood up, looking through the window.

His thoughts became coherent again. Byakuya was looking at him from the futon, his expression apathetic as always. They both wondered what next.

"It's raining outside." Renji finally spoke. "I haven't noticed..." (4)

Byakuya looked in another direction. Renji turned towards him, still naked, his tattooes barely visible under the moon, then placed himself next to the man he loved.

"We must not fall asleep." Byakuya stated. "Somebody will find us in the morning." The possibilities for that were high.

"I know." Renji said, resting his head next to Byakuya's. There was something, something he had never told him, nor did he have to. But these stupid feelings overwhelmed him to the point he thought he was about to cry. His heart ached. "I love you." he barely said, hoping that Byakuya didn't hear him.

Byakuya closed his eyes for a second. He had never thought that the words that should make you happy, made him endlessly sad. He kissed Renji once more before getting up, collecting his things. It was over, their moment. He allowed himself to mourn over that.

"Don't go." Renji said, still spread over the futon. "Don't do this again, Byakuya." his heart was breaking.

"You should go home and rest. You need to take good care of Rukia tomorrow." he pointed out, trying to sound as cold as possible.

"Yeah. As you wish, Captain." he didn't know what he was expecting was going to follow this afterwards. Especially since he didn't want to be involved again. Why did it hurt then?

Byakuya placed his things on the floor, kneeling beside Renji, placing his lips near Renji's ear. "What would you say if I told you that I won't propose to her? Would you want to take me back? To go slow, at your pace?"

Renji didn't say a thing, perplexed. 'Lies. Mere lies.'

Byakuya sighed, lying next to Renji, wrapping his arms around him. "We should head home. After all of this...it would not be wise that anyone see us together. I barely managed to calm the crowd." he said, holding Renji more tightly. Renji turned around, to look at him.

"I guess you're right." he stood up, quickly dressing up. "As for the other thing...Captain, how can I believe in your promises?" he said that and left.

Byakuya collected his things, looking at the sky outside. It was still raining, but he could see the dawn.

"I will prove." he said to himself. Now he had to concentrate on his investigation.

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TBC...?

(1)- I figured that out by looking at them

(2)-My personal experience. Don't ask. It still hurts. But it's over.

(3)-Look at my profile pic. It's so cute!!!

(4)-How could he, with Byakuya and...mmmm (I'm a perv LOL )