Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN THEM!
Warnings: Het relationship. Brief mansecks. Adult language. Adult situations. AU. Thuglife-icity. Please, keep in mind that this is AU and therefore, the Soul Society arc and the following Hueco Mundo arc never existed. Gin, Aizen and Tousen are still in Soul Society and everything is fine. –laughs-
Notes: Yay, third and final chapter! I can't imagine writing three but I got SUCH a great response on it that I couldn't stop. Plus, I promised a chapter showcasing Tomi at age twenty-five. So…here he is. Seventeen years after the last chapter. Hope you guys enjoy it.
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"Oi, Kira-oji!"
The blond fukutaichou lifted his head and waved to his visitor in greeting, smiling broadly at the youth who ran up to his side, dark eyes staring into a set of smiling but exhausted red ones.
"What do you need, Tomi-kun? Is everything all right?"
The tall fourth seat nodded, catching his breath as he hunched over, resting his hands on his knees.
"Hai, everything's fine. Just thought I'd come say hi before you head home. I don't get to see you as often as I used to and I was here to collect special orders from Genryuusai-dono."
Kira chuckled softly and gestured towards the courtyard, setting the boy's attention on his own lover, the silver haired taichou sitting in the grass with a cup of tea in his hand.
"Gin's been keeping me very busy. Our division is undergoing extensive changes and he's happier when he's outside. Especially when I'm there to read to him or bring him his tea."
"You're still running yourself ragged for him, ne? I remember being so afraid of him as a kid. How'd I ever get through life as a kid not knowing how friendly he could actually be?"
"I don't know, Tomi-kun. But for now, let's just say he was as curious about you as you were of him. You're an anomaly in Soul Society. Well, in the entirety of the living and non-living worlds, I suppose."
The young Kuchiki perked up at the mention of his being important and special, giving a light chuckle of his own and turning on his heel to leave again, waving back at his red-haired father's best friend.
"Ja, Kira-oji! I'll catch you later!"
The elder shinigami raised his hand as well, not calling out but nodding happily as he walked back to his beloved captain, grinning eyes looking up to him as the short haired man patted the soft spot beside himself.
"Sit down, Izuru. I wanna hear this one again." He pointed to a chapter in a very thick, very dog-eared novel. "The one with the swordfight."
Leaning over after sitting down to peck the taller form on the cheek, Kira obliged without a word, shifting to sit cross-legged, his lover's head cradled lovingly in his lap.
In his own garden, the flowers still blooming as they always had, the thankfully calm weather of Soul Society assuring their beauty, Kuchiki Byakuya sat placidly, a scroll beside him and his inkpad and brush keeping it company in the cool, shady grass.
He kept an ear cocked towards the estate's main building, listening for his noisy lover, knowing that once the younger man returned, things would again be absolute chaos.
Things had gone well for the two shinigami, Byakuya's position as sixth division captain staying as it had always been, likewise for Renji. As a mated pair, their statuses didn't actually need to change, especially considering the lack of action Soul Society ever saw and the seeming halt to activities regarding anything remotely argumentative within the Gotei 13.
In short, life had been quiet and the regal nobleman would not have enjoyed it any other way.
"Thanks, Hona-chan!" Came a loud but unmistakable voice, Byakuya's head lifting to see his lover come running out of their home.
"Softer, Renji. The neighbours will complain."
The redhead skidded to a halt beside his elder lover, crouching down with his hands draped over his thighs.
"Maa, they can complain all they like. We're more important than they are. 'Sides, I've got more say than they do. I'm the one married to a Kuchiki and I'm the mother of the Kuchiki heir." He stuck his tongue out. "So there."
Byakuya sighed softly and shook his head, finishing the scroll with a little flourish and carefully blowing on the ink to dry it more quickly, the long roll secured with string and set aside.
"Your manners have certainly not improved over the years."
"Fuck that too. You know you love it."
The dark haired captain chuckled and drew the other down for a kiss, pulling him into his lap and nuzzling his cheek before giving him a thorough one, much to the chagrin of their son, his arrival less announced than Renji's.
"Aww, come on. None of that with kids watching, huh? S'kinda nasty."
The young Abarai cleared his throat and glared at his now grown son, somewhat embarrassed but unable to admit as much.
"Ya just need to stop catching us. You've been doin' it for years now. Try ignorance for a change."
"I can't, Renji-chi. It's kinda obvious when you're right out in the middle of the garden."
"Sou…well bugger off, will ya? S'private parent time here."
Byakuya swatted his longhaired lover for being so overly rude and frowned slightly at the boy, sitting back up and clearing his throat.
"You really must find a better way to make your presence known, Tomi. It's quite rude to walk in on a situation such as this and make an obvious mention of it. You should know better."
Now soundly reprimanded, the twenty-five year old looked just like a little boy again, digging the sheathed tip of his zanpakutou into the grass.
"Gomen, Byakuya-chi." He looked to Renji. "Gomen, Renji-chi."
"S'no worries, brat. So what'd ya want? Somethin' good to report? Your work's been great so far but you could use some work on your kidou-"
"I'm being transferred."
The redhead fell from Byakuya's lap as the elder man sat up more fully, suddenly more interested in where the conversation was headed.
"Where have you been transferred to, Tomi?"
The red-eyed boy blinked. "You didn't get the notice, Byakuya-chi?"
Suddenly, Renji coughed loudly and sputtered something about missing papers and remembering to do something a long time after it was supposed to have been done.
"Ano…I remember Ise-fukutaichou sending over some paperwork or some shit to be notarized…"
The light squeal from the pony-tailed fukutaichou had his son in stitches, the man's ear held in a tight pinch.
"Itai, Byakuya!"
"What paperwork was it, Renji? Something to do with Tomi's transfer?"
"Leggo…" he squirmed and managed to get out of the other's hold, moving to stand and brush himself off, looking all the world as young as their child. "It might've been."
"It was, Byakuya-chi. I'm being moved to the fifth. Genryuusai-dono thought that my zanpakutou skills and leadership ability would be better suited there. Aizen-taichou's apparently a great teacher. Better than Tousen-taichou."
"Well, Tousen has his own skills in certain areas. Each of us does."
"Hai, but he's got his hands full with the squad he already has and Hisagi-fukutaichou's got everything under control. Our fifth seat's ready to be moved up and the third seat's filled."
Trying to sneak away but snatched by his hakama, Renji grumped and flopped down onto the grass where he stood, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring at his lover.
"So you're bein' moved 'cause it's convenient for your squad? That's kinda fucked up."
"I like it. Aizen-taichou's nice and Hinamori-fukutaichou's really nice too…"
The look passed between the two elder men wasn't lost on the boy as he was turning to go, needing to finish a bit of paperwork to take back to the Gotei 13 headquarters the next day.
"What? What're you two looking at each other for?"
"She's really nice, eh Tomi?"
"Yeah…hey wait. Whoa, no! I'm not in love with her!"
The younger of the two top ranking shinigami chuckled and got back up again, heading for the main house while looking back over his shoulder, winking and pointing to the still seated Kuchiki.
"Talk to your dad about it. I'm not gonna say anymore. I'm already in trouble."
"But-"
"No buts! I'm out!" And he disappeared inside, to find a servant to bother no doubt.
He had a hard time, even after all the long years living in the Kuchiki estate, dealing with being waited on and he still preferred doing things for himself. In the end, when Tomi was twelve, Byakuya had to put an end to it and force the redhead to allow the servants to cater to him, if only to keep the women from running from him scared and the cook from arguing over the mess he left while making a snack.
In the garden still, Byakuya smiled softly at his son and patted the ground beside himself, watching as the tall form folded down into the shade, leaning back against the large cherry tree, enjoying the cool of the summer afternoon while sheltered below its thick branches.
"Are we correct in assuming that you're in love with Hinamori-fukutaichou, Tomi? I would appreciate your honesty on this."
"Maa, but Bya-chi…" The boy switched into his whiny 'I learned it from Renji-chi' mode. "I don't really wanna talk about it…"
"But we will. I don't need rumours surfacing, nor do I need angry division captains at my door. Do you understand?"
Tomi lowered his head and nodded.
"Hai. I guess so."
"Good. Now, tell me why you like her so much. It's plainly written on your face so I would prefer that you tell me everything now. As you well know, I'm not fond of lies or half-truths."
The garnet-eyed youth looked over at his father and smiled a bit, leaning back on one arm, a distinctly Renji-esque position.
"She's just so sweet. And small. I love how short she is. I've seen her a few times in the offices and she smiles at me all the time, looking up like this." He demonstrated, much to the amusement of his father. "We've eaten lunch together a few times and she was really excited to hear that I was being transferred over."
"I imagine she would be." He leaned in close to the boy and lost his smile, now putting on his proper, disciplining parent face. "Do I have to remind you to be a gentleman?"
The light blush over the fourth seat's cheeks made the elder Kuchiki laugh out loud, a deep rumbling noise that had always made the boy feel at home.
"I don't mean in the more personal things, my son. That will come later, hopefully. For now, you can take advice from me on matters of basic courting. When the time comes for more, I think Renji would be the best course of action. He's more skilled in the…romantic arts, than I am."
Tomi was on his feet before he could even pick up his zanpakutou, backing away with a disgusting but humourous look on his face.
"Even when you're by yourself, you're gross, dad! Ugh. I might be an adult by all rights but that's on a need to know basis." He bent over for the sword and gave a small bow before bounding off towards the garden gate, deciding to go into the city instead of staying home for the night. "And I don't need to know! I'll be back before midnight!"
Sighing, Byakuya stood up and brushed himself off, picking up his writing supplies and turning to rest a hand on the tree, smiling warmly before heading towards the house.
"Aa. He's growing very fast isn't he, Hisana?"
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"So lemme get this straight. Ya said he could go out with her, even though ya know he's getting' some?"
"Renji. You don't have to be so crude in your descriptions. He's a grown man. He's allowed to do what he deems right."
"And after datin' her for less than six months, you're ready to let his mind tell him that stickin' it wherever he wants, is ok?"
A vicious but well-timed and nearly unseen pinch to his thigh had Renji howling and Byakuya chuckling, the elder man winning out again.
"Might I remind you, that at twenty five, you already had a son, Renji."
"Maa, human years, yeah. And it was all your fault!"
"I don't remember you complaining at the time."
Renji purred softly and shifted over to lie between the smaller man's legs, nuzzling under his throat as they shared a few blissfully silent moments in bed before their son would return from his date.
"How could I have argued with ya? You're better at lovin' than I am…"
"I'm home! Where is everyone?" Came the call from the end of the long main house corridor. "Byakuya-chi? Renji-chi?"
Feeling snubbed, Renji slipped out of the large bed and folded a light yukata around himself, padding barefoot to the door and peering back at his lover before heading out into the hall.
"How come he always calls your name first?"
"Alphabetical order, Renji. Pure and simple."
"You're a cold bastard, ya know that?" he closed the door behind himself and waved at the longhaired boy, motioning for him to keep his voice down. "It's late, Tomi. Keep it down, huh?"
"Ah, gomen, Renji-chi. I was just curious how come it was so dark. You guys are usually up later than this."
"We were in bed but we can't sleep until you come home. Parent's paranoia or some shit. I forget what Ukitake-taichou called it."
"Maa, well I'm gonna get to bed then. Say goodnight to Byakuya-chi for me, ok?"
"Un. Just don't make too much noise. Hona-chan's a light sleeper and she'll be worried if she hears things."
"Hai, I know. Night, Ren-chi."
The redhead smiled and patted the boy on the head, turning to walk back to his own bedroom again, waving his lover back inside when the elder man stepped out to wave at their son.
"Night, brat."
Inside the overly elaborate sleeping area, Byakuya was almost childish in his need for details, clambering over the taller man as he eagerly awaited them.
"Gods, Byakuya. Give it a rest, huh? He got some tonight. Ya happy? he reeked of that passion flower perfume shit Hinamori wears."
"How do you know, though? That can't be the best way to find out without asking him directly."
Sitting down on the high bed and resting back against the headboard, the tattooed shinigami gestured for his lover to join him, growling lightly as the nude captain climbed atop his lap and settled comfortably, leaning in for a bit of a kiss.
"I grew up with her, remember? She wears that shit that Matsumoto-fukutaichou brings back from the living world for all the girls. Smells nice. Kinda fruity." He nipped at Byakuya's neck and earned himself a deep purr. "Still kinda hard for me to imagine someone my age sleepin' with my son. Fuck, that whole sentence is fucked up."
The nobleman laughed quietly and ground his hips down a bit before lifting to position himself for the coming act, warm hands circling his waist and holding him there as Renji's hips moved of their own accord, forcing himself inside the tight sheath of his lover's sanctum, both men gasping into the darkness from the suddenness of it.
Finding the headboard and gripping it tightly, the elder man lifted and dropped sharply, gritting his teeth over the odd but familiar feeling, savouring every inch of the warm member as it slid inside and out, rubbing him just where he wanted it, even more so when he shifted to the side while lowering, shuddering breaths wracking his delicate frame.
"Gods, Renji. You feel so wonderful…"
"Mmm yeah. Same here. You're so fuckin' tight, Byakuya. Just…keep doin' that…that tightenin' thing. Yeah, that. Fuck, that's good."
Smiling broadly, a sight that few people ever saw, the powerful Kuchiki moved faster, leaning forward over the taller man, his hair falling around him like a curtain as Renji slipped a hand around his arousal, ripping a sharp cry from the dark eyed shinigami, his body tensing and spilling instantly, something a normal man would have found embarrassing but considering the cadence of Renji's thrusts and the amount of lust he felt towards the loudmouthed vice captain, Byakuya found it to work out perfectly.
Coddled by the tightness inside the regal nobleman and the feel of hot seed on his belly and hand, the pony-tailed swordsman grunted his own release, barely moving as he snapped his hips and buried the thickness deep within the elder man. Sated, he fell limp, ignoring his stickiness and stretching, sleep slowly crawling up to bite him on the ass.
"Fuck, you always come first when you're on top. I guess it's your treat for bein' taken, huh?"
"Hmm, I suppose so." The sixth squad captain said through a quiet yawn.
"Ok, ok. I get the hint. Bedtime for the parents too, ne? Roll over." Renji wiped himself with the upper sheet and tossed it off the bed before snuggling up behind his lover. "There. Nice and secure, all three of us."
"Mmm…"
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In the Kuchiki estate's garden, Tomi sat with Hinamori by the pond, he with his back against the tree and she resting in his lap, sitting back against his chest with a happy smile on her face, aged from her absolutely youthful appearance that Renji remembered from his academy days but still physically young looking. She lifted a hand to the young Kuchiki's face and he leaned forward to kiss it lightly, earning a giggle from her and a little squeak as he tightened his hold around her waist.
"Naa, Tomi-kun?"
"Hmm?"
"Your parents are ok with this, right? I mean, I've always been a little afraid of Kuchiki-taichou. Abarai-kun and I have been friends for years but I'm just worried about angering them, I guess."
"Nah, don't worry about it. They're ok with it. Renji-chi's even encouraging it, as long as I'm home when I need to be and my division work's not slacking."
She giggled again and tilted her head back to look at him upside down, snorting as she was kissed on the nose.
"It's a little strange that you're still going by their rules at your age, isn't it?"
He sighed then, resting his head back against the thick tree trunk, garnet eyes closing to enjoy the rustling of the leaves above him.
"As the Kuchiki heir, I have to live in the estate. I've got my own house there-" He pointed to one smaller than the main house but no less elaborate. "-that I can move in to at any time, but I like staying with Byakuya-chi and Renji-chi. There hasn't really been a reason for me to move out yet."
"How about now? You need a bit more privacy, don't you?"
"Yeah." He tipped his head back down and rested it on top of the fifth squad fukutaichou's, rubbing his chin in and smiling. "I guess I do. I'm gonna ask tomorrow."
"Sounds good!" The small shinigami turned to look at him properly and leaned in for a kiss, pulling away with a light blush and moving to stand, her eyes drawn to the tree, whose leaves still moved in the nonexistent breeze. She lifted a hand to touch the closest one and smiled, tugging a handful of blossoms from it and scattering them over the quietly bubbling waterfall that ran into the pond.
"I'm jealous, Tomi-kun. Your trees move even when there's no wind."
"Nah, not all of them do. Just this one. Byakuya-chi told me why one time but I don't remember. I'll have to ask him."
"You can tell me tomorrow. I've got to get going. Aizen-taichou's expecting me for tea at five."
Standing as well, the tall shinigami embraced his girlfriend, no, his fiancée, he had to keep telling himself. He had asked the young vice captain to marry him the week before.
"I'll see you for lunch in the courtyard then?" A light kiss and a giggle as she walked away, taking the garden gate instead of going back through the manor.
"Hai! Be on time, Tomi-kun. I'm, not hurrying to eat again. I got a stomachache last time!"
"I'll even bring your lunch for you. Then you won't have to worry about it. Hand packed bento!"
"All right! Ja, Tomi-kun!"
"Ja, Momo-chan!"
She disappeared in a flurry of black uniform, the young Kuchiki standing alone by the pond, bright eyes taking in the petals floating on the water's surface, his smile never fading as the tree continued its gentle movements. It was a strange thing indeed, to see the large object moving as if it were a living thing, more so than the fact that it actually was living. He half expected it to stand up and walk off.
He knew why the elegant plant moved on its own, having chalked it up to simple Soul Society magic when he was a child, having forgotten the conversation Byakuya had had with him one night before he had gone to bed. The answer had never really been given but he imagined that a ghost had occupied it, a lonely ghost without a family of its own to love.
How wrong he was as a child. Once cornering Renji for the answer one day when he was seventeen, Tomi smiled when he was told, knowing the story of his father's wife and what had happened so many years before his birth. It explained the memorial stone and the offerings of oranges that sat so constantly beside the bubbling water, the entire spot made so that where the benches were placed, one could enjoy the water and the surrounding foliage without staring at the plain grey stone.
This day however, the boy turned to it and placed a hand on its cool surface, the other resting against the thick trunk, his head tilted back to stare up into the blushing sea of sakura petals.
"You can hear me, can't you, Hisana-baachan?" He waited a moment and swallowed audibly. "Thanks…uh, for everything. I know you've kept Byakuya-chi happy. And it's kinda neat to have something to impress Momo-chan with that doesn't involve a Kuchiki clan heirloom or anything."
The tree writhed as it always had, still spilling petals around him and into his dark hair, almost as if the imagined spirit inside it were embracing him.
"Keep it up, huh? I'll even start talking to you more if you'd like. It's kinda peaceful out here after all…"
The young shinigami looked around before letting his hands drop, leaving the petals where they lay on his clothes and walking back to the house, his conversation overheard by Byakuya, who stood at his bedroom window with a broad smile on his face.
It was nice to see things so settled in and working properly. Now, if only he could tame his red haired lover a little bit more. Some days it was almost as if he had two children and his husband had gone missing…