50.
Title:
Defiler
Rating: R
Pairing/Character/s:
RenjixByakuya
Word Count: 666 (would ya look at that?
O.o)
Warning/s: No spoilers, though timeline wise this is
probably set long after Soul Society. Oh, and there's some porn, by
the way.
Summary: The Kuchiki household will never forgive
Renji for what he's done.
Dedication: Christine and JaB.
You know why.
A/N: OMG The big fifty. Obviously this has
carried on for FAR too long. Yet I keep going anyway. --;; But yeah,
I felt the need to write something vaguely pornographic, cuz going
through the last forty-nine works, I find that only one of them is
really…coughcough you knowcoughcough. So, what better way to
celebrate fifty than with pron? YAY!
Renji gets dirty looks from those members of the Kuchiki household that truly lived there whenever he walks the hallways alone, the cowards being too, well… cowardly… to look up at either he or Byakuya when they walk the halls together. The bastards.
It is only when that "uncouth street-rat" or that "lewd beggar" or the "riffraff who has despoiled great Kuchiki-sama" is alone in the walkways that they dare look at him, eyes accusatory and full of loathing.
And it never fails to put Renji in a bad mood, makes him want to just go back to the ranks in the barracks even though he is supposed to be on vacation. As he nears Byakuya's room, he thinks to himself that he never should've let his captain convince him to come spend the time here.
"Renji, your face looks unpleasant. What's the matter?"
The sound of Byakuya's voice stirs him as he throws the screen door open and storms in without so much as a knock, scowling fiercely. "Yeah well…" he trails off abruptly when he sees his captain looking back at him from where he's sitting, freshly dressed in a pretty little yukata that probably cost more than all the things Renji's ever purchased in his life.
"Well, what?" Byakuya asks, voice softening slightly as he recognizes the mystified look in Abarai's eyes.
"Nothing," Renji responds hungrily, easily forgetting his ire in light of something much more thought consuming. Two strides take the redhead across the room and one pull undoes the flimsy ties that hold that yukata together.
And soon thereafter the sixth division vice-captain is reminded of why he's here during a rare vacation in the first place, tolerating the looks of disgust and suspicion in the legendary Kuchiki household. He's here for the warmth and the sighs in his ear, for the sweaty, messy, sticky, wet sensation of sex as he fucks his captain half-dressed, the light fabric of his clothing only half off the older man's shoulders as he takes him on his back, the door still half open so that those arrogant little bastards that stalk the halls can look in at any moment and see exactly what Renji's doing to their esteemed Kuchiki-sama, their beloved heir whose legs are currently up in the air as he moans as loud as a Rukongai whore for more.
Renji remembers that he's here because this street-rat, this beggar, this riffraff, is the only one that can do this to the great Kuchiki-sama, the only one who's had him panting and crying out, who's left angry red marks on his chest and neck, who's had him on his back and on his stomach and on his side and sometimes upside down and sometimes standing up, right against a wall with the door wide open.
They can hate him for this all they want, but Renji knows he's the only one that will ever have his hands on Kuchiki Byakuya like he does now, fingers threaded through that billion-dollar hair, making a mess of it as his hips roll forward in a rhythm that has the house's most beloved son thrashing and shaking and clinging to him around the now sweaty mess of his yukata.
"Nn…. Renji…you…"
"For now, just say my name," Renji murmurs in Byakuya's ear before biting down on that perfect white neck. "That's the only word I wanna hear out of you until we're through." And Abarai grins, tightening his grip on the other man's hips as he does. "All right?"
"Aaah…hah… as you wish… Renji…"
Renji rewards him by fucking him so hard he can't walk the next day.
That forces Abarai to stroll the halls of the Kuchiki household alone again come morning, but this time, when the inhabitants stop to glare at him, he smirks back and asks if he can get more ice delivered to Kuchiki-taichou's room, as he's been very recently incapacitated.
The looks on their faces when they hear that is absolutely priceless.
END
