Chapter 3

The next few days were completely normal. Renji had taken to spending more nights over Byakuya's house, asking to sleep over. He hoped seeing his father hadn't set him backwards on personal growth. But he had to admit, he wasn't complaining.

He glanced over to his lover, hunched in a slouching position with his long knees on the dashboard of his car with his face in his phone. His eyes were neutral. He almost looked like a regular young man and not a biker.

Their car rides were usually filled with conversation (mostly on Renji's part) but he had been keeping more to himself lately. Byakuya wished he had thrown Morice out of his office the moment he had walked in for all this. He just wanted his bundle of energy back to normal.

"Rukia and Ichigo want to spend time with us tonight," Byakuya said quietly.

"Sounds good."

The air was a little thick. Byakuya kept his eyes on the road, but felt he couldn't focus.

"Renji...I'm sorry. I should have realized you probably didn't want to see him. Do you want to talk about anything?" He tried. He was so unaccustomed to Renji acting this way that he wasn't sure how to fix it.

Dark brown eyes glanced up from his phone and stared right at Byakuya. He felt almost naked beneath his intense gaze. The intimate space of a vehicle and white noise of the road outside made the mood heavy.

The tell-tale click of a seat belt made Byakuya jump out of his skin. Renji tossed his phone over his shoulder and into the back seat, stretching his long arm over Byakuya's seat and lightly ran the tip of his tongue around the edge of his ear. He nipped gently, his lover's hands twitching on the steering wheel.

"Don't think about it a moment longer," he breathed into Byakuya's in a voice so low and sensual, it gave Byakuya pleasurable chills. They were on back roads so no one could see them. The sky was grey with small droplets sprinkling the windshield.

"Renji, I can't concentrate..."

He felt Renji's mouth stretch into a grin as his hand palmed his knee, slowly riding up his leg. Every area he touched caused heat and tingles to pulse through his skin, eventually shooting in between his legs. His breathing started to race as he gripped his steering wheel tighter. They were so close to home.

"Pull over," Renji growled into his ear. Byakuya's breath hitched.

"We are three minutes from home, just wait."

A low rumble shook Byakuya to his core. His lover's tongue was harassing his ear and his hand was clenched around his thigh. The grip behind that hand was causing problems as well. There were times when Renji was a tender lover. His sex was passionate, gentle and sweet. There were times when it was lazy. They would basically do it out of boredom. Slow acts between pizza or even one lovemaking session that lasted the entire day.

And then there were these times. His favorite times. The times that initiated Byakuya's quick plunge into his obsession with sex with Renji. The moments where his inner animal really shined through. The desparate, hot, unyielding Renji that could never, would never be denied exactly what he wanted. He wondered if this was even the same Renji as all those other times.

Those three minutes lasted hours with the red devil biting at his neck, pulling at his hair and yanking his clothes off all while he was trying to drive. When he finally managed to pull into the driveway, Renji ripped himself off, throwing the door open and walking around the car. The moment Byakuya managed to shakily pull himself out of the car, he was pushed into the back.

When Byakuya hit the seat, it took only a second for the large Renji to climb in on top of him. He slammed the door and roughly pushed his legs apart, laying between them.

"Renji, we can't do it in here, there's four perfectly good bedrooms inside."

"No, I need you now," Renji whispered before delving his tongue into Byakuya's mouth. He bucked his hips against him, pulling at his shirt, un-doing his belt and dress pants. Doing it after work was always exciting. The idea that he - a wealthy and successful businessman - was being completely dominated by a labor worker with his dirty boots, strong hands, dusty clothes and messy hair after working all day was sexier than anything. They were just people. Class meant nothing when you were folded in half underneath a twenties something delinquent with perfect teeth and a wicked tongue.

His mind was wandering.

Renji gave up on discarding his clothes, taking too long on his shirt and jacket, and claimed his lover, not bothering with pleasantries. His panting was heavy and his touches demanding. Byakuya gave himself over completely. Whatever was bothering Renji would be fixed, if Byakuya had to kill for it. The fast pace lasted just long enough to drive Byakuya into euphoria, his body quaking with the type of pleasure he couldn't get from anyone but Renji.

They stayed in the car for a while after, quietly laying with one another. The windows had accumulated a fair amount of fog. Loud pitters from outside let them know it was pouring. Byakuya rested his head on Renji's shoulder. He wished they had a blanket and hot tea. Even in this cramped space, Byakuya felt at peace.

"I love you..." Byakuya whispered quietly. Renji kissed his forehead.

"I love you too."

"We don't have to talk about it. But I'm here for you."

"Yea...I know."

It took a long time for either of them to decide to get up and go in the house. The comforting sound of rain against the car eventually let up, leaving only a chilly vehicle and chills from sweaty bodies.

When they got to the house, two sets of shoes were already sitting by the door. Rukia and Ichigo were waiting for them. Byakuya couldn't help but feel a tad mortified that they'd been waiting while he was being properly shagged just outside.

When they walked in, the two visitors stood up from the couch in the living room, as though worried over something. Byakuya walked over and hugged Rukia. Renji took his and Byakuya's coats to the closet. Ichigo seemed awkward next to Rukia. He nervously took his hands from his pockets and clasped them together, not sure what to do with them.

"Sorry, we didn't know you were here already," Byakuya said. Ichigo smiled and Rukia looked over his shoulder to Renji. Thankfully, they didn't seem curious as to the reason for the delay.

"So...we need to talk," Rukia said carefully. Byakuya sat down with her, holding her hands.

"Is everything okay?" He asked. Rukia waited until Renji walked back into the room.

"Renji. I need you to stay calm," she said slowly. Renji did not sit down. Renji excitement meter was not and had never been a mysterious entity. Byakuya, despite having no information, could see it reaching extreme highs. He was liable to destroy something if it kept going.

Ichigo cleared his throat. He looked around the room for a moment before lacing his fingers together with Rukia's.

"Rukia...is pregnant."

The words were spoken quickly, as if to get them out and in the air as painlessly as possible. Byakuya, wanting to celebrate the joyous news, looked to his partner who, by all accounts, had checked out.

"Renji?" Rukia's voice pipped quietly and with an innocent pitch. "How're you holding up?"

Renji snapped back to focus.

"We need applesauce," he muttered.

Byakuya blinked.

"Applesauce, Renji?" He questioned.

"Kids...love applesauce. We need baby blankets too...pink or blue?" He asked Rukia as if in a haze. Rukia smiled.

"It's still too early to tell-"

"Both then. How many rooms can we spare for toys? Six? Seven?"

"Renji," Byakuya smirked, "the house isn't 'that' big. We'll discuss all this stuff in time. For now, how about saying congratulations?"

Renji shot a look to Rukia, clearly ready to pounce.

"Gently," Ichigo warned.

"I'm not a freaking animal, Ichigo. I know to be gentle...but she's so little...and now she's growing someone even littler...and they're going to be so, so small," he nearly choked. Byakuya grinned. He was aware that Renji liked kids. In all honesty, he would be the absolute perfect uncle.

"Can I hug you?" He asked nervously. "Of course, Renji!" Rukia jumped up to hug her friend who lifted her off the ground and spun around. Rukia's arms wrapped around his neck as they laughed together. Ichigo stood next to Byakuya with his hands in his pockets. Byakuya handed the young man a drink which he whole-heartedly accepted.

"Congrats," he said smoothly, taking a sip of his own whiskey. Ichigo nodded.

"Thanks."

Byakuya smiled, secretly envious of the love fest before him. This was his Renji. And now, Rukia would be starting a real family. His family. He would finally have a proper family.