A/N: Oh, my. You know I never thought I would have more troubles with "y" than I would with "x", but there you have it. I feel as if this is a jumbled up idea that I smushed into a ball and threw at the computer screen. I'm glad to say that what came out was satisfactory. XD Wow, only one more after this, wonder how I'm gonna cope. . . Anywho, I have always loved your reviews and feedback, they light up the little corner in my head where I keep all my story ideas jammed into overflowing file cabinets. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Bleach. Tite Kubo does. I just toy with the characters a bit.

Y: Yours

Byakuya Kuchiki didn't exactly know what he was doing. The room was stuffy and loud, the smell of alcohol invading his nostrils. The noble glared down at the cup of sake that had been unceremoniously shoved into his hands by Kyouraku Shunsui the moment he had walked through the door. He never went to these gatherings. It was unbecoming of a Kuchiki to even consider it.

Then why am I here? Byakuya frowned, twisting the cup in his hands. His eyes scanned the room, searching for the one who had invited him, but came up empty. Discarding the untouched sake on a nearby table, he decided that it would be best to just leave now before anyone noticed he was there.

"Ah, Byakuya!"

Too late.

The sixth division captain turned to nod at the white-haired shinigami that had addressed him, hoping that it would be enough.

It wasn't.

"What are you doing here?" Jyuushiro Ukitake smiled, gesturing for Byakuya to sit next to him. "Abarai Fukutaichou finally convince you to show up?"

"He was rather . . . persistent," Byakuya replied, stiffly seating himself in the proffered chair with his hands gently folded in his lap.

"Of course," the sickly captain chuckled, "But, if you don't mind my saying so, you seem like you're completely out of your element."

"I could say the same for you, Ukitake Taichou," the stoic noble pointed out, angry with himself for allowing his discomfort to show.

"You're quite right," Jyuushiro smiled, pointing across the room to where Kyouraku was now slumped over a disgruntled Ise Nanao, who swiftly landed a well-aimed punch right into his face. "I actually came to collect that at the end of the night."

Byakuya's frown deepened as the drunken captain stumbled towards them, holding his bleeding nose.

"What did you say to her, Shun?" Jyuushiro asked, a hint of laughter in his eyes.

"Nothing out of the ordinary," Kyouraku grinned, "But I should probably give her time to cool down."

Byakuya tuned out of the conversation the moment he caught a familiar glimpse of crimson out of the corner of his eye. Excusing himself, he decided to at least let Renji know that he had shown up.

"C'mon Renji," an obviously hammered Ikkaku Madarame slurred, throwing an arm around the redhead's shoulders, "When are you gonna leave that Kuchiki and come back to the eleventh! "

Byakuya paused, stiffening at the bald man's words.

"I'll even fight ya for third seat!" Ikkaku continued. Renji just grinned, shaking his head and peeled the drunk man off of his shoulder's, handing him off to Yumichika.

"You have to admit," the feathered shinigami giggled,"Kuchiki Taichou is boring when you compare him to Zaraki Taichou."

"No arguments there," the volatile lieutenant agreed, joining the others in a bout of boisterous laughter.

Byakuya didn't care to hear any more. He forced himself to calmly turn and slowly head for the door, despite the need he had to flash-step away and not stop until he reached his manor. The air outside felt almost as stuffy as it was on the inside, and the cold noble began to wonder if it was normal that he suddenly felt as if he couldn't breathe.

"I thought I felt your reiatsu in there," a familiar voice said from behind him as warm, muscular arms wrapped themselves around Byakuya's chest, forcing the tiniest of flinches to escape his body. Much to Byakuya's dismay, this did not go unnoticed by his lieutenant. "What's wrong?"

The icy captain held back the urge to lean into that loving embrace, and instead turned in Renji's arms until they were face to face. "Am I really too boring for you, Abarai?"

Renji's brows scrunched up in confusion for a moment before it hit him, his mouth opening to form a slight "oh."

"That's not what I meant, Byakuya," he explained."I was talkin' about how wild and destructive my former captain is. It had nothin' to do with ya."

"I see," the thin captain frowned, still not entirely convinced.

"Listen, ya never have to worry about me gettin' bored with ya," the fiery lieutenant grinned, pulling Byakuya in closer and planting a light kiss on his lips, "'Cause I'm yours and no one else's, and that's the way it's gonna stay."

"Mine?" Byakuya asked, raising a brow in amusement and allowing thin, deft fingers to dance up and down the larger man's spine and rest on the small of his back.

"Mmhm," Renji murmured, pressing his lips against soft, pale skin. "All yours."

"Then perhaps it would only be fair," the raven-haired shinigami replied, leaning into every gentle kiss that peppered his face and neck, "If I became yours as well."

A small chuckle reverberated through the tattooed man's chest before claiming Byakuya's lips with his own in a breathless dance of teeth and tongues. Tanned hands shamelessly roamed the lithe torso before him, sliding down to caress hips and thighs.

"Abarai," Byakuya warned as a reminder that they were still out in the open.

"Sorry," Renji sighed, pulling away.

"Perhaps we should take this elsewhere," the older shinigami suggested, not waiting for an answer before flash-stepping in the direction of the Kuchiki manor.

"Hell yeah!" Renji exclaimed in excitement, jumping into a flash-step and trying his best to keep up with Byakuya as they ran off into the night.