Is That Boy's Father?

The next week went by with relative ease. There was no tension or disagreement in the Jeagerjacques household because there was never more than one conscious member in the apartment at a time. The arrancars spent their days romancing and studying in between and during social encounters and sitting on nearly opposite sides of the room from one another in class. It wasn't until Starrk had a lively Friday afternoon that he noticed the complete lack of blue hair in his life.

"Tonight?" Byakuya asked, mouth full of yogurt.

His hair was flopping around with the breeze and his eyes were squinting because of the sunlight. He was sitting across from The Primera in the schoolyard, legs crossed and book bag behind him. He leaned on it and sat in an uncomfortable position with his core muscles tensed.

"Yeah, we could cook or watch a movie or something." Starrk scratched his nose and watched as two girls walked past behind Byakuya, taking a keen interest in their teeny tiny picnic.

"I…hmm," He put the spoon back into the pear flavored goop and twisted it thoughtfully.

"Rukia and I were going to pay a visit to our parents."

"Oh," He deflated.

"It's been a long time, seeing as we live with Urahara." He put the spoon back to his mouth. "And the other endless guests."

Opening his mouth, he stuck the spoon in and closed his pink lips around it.

"Well, you have your own room, don't you?" Starrk asked, picking some of the grass from the ground with his head in his hand.

"No," He said flatly and almost rolled his eyes. "I must share with Abarai."

"What?" Looking back up into purple orbs, he felt a tinge of alarm. "Really?"

"Yes." He scraped the bottom of the yo plait.

"Isn't that kinda…weird?"

"No," His half-lidded eyes shot back to the other man's. "We've become accustomed to each other's presence. You live with Grimmjow, correct?"

He debated stating whether or not they had separate rooms. It would have been a bit of a lie.

"I do."

Byakuya gave him a very blank look, his specialty. The only difference this time was that there was a piece of metal swirling about his tongue and lips that the Primera was very jealous of.

An hour later, Starrk found himself standing outside the shack that was Urahara's shoten with the black-haired captain's fingers very delicately trying to find their way between his. They had been watching a tiny pink-haired girl and a white-haired boy play dominoes with Ururu and Jinta. The teal-eyed young man was obviously in charge and had a temper even shorter than he was. Repeatedly, he had gone on tangential, shouting matches with the other boy and scolded the pink-haired girl on how foolish she was and she ought to act more appropriate for her title.

Abruptly, the tall man grabbed Byakuya's wrist and clapped his hand on top of the elegant fingers, clumsily clawing the rectangular digits around the other's pale knuckles. He held on tight and let the limp wrist go. To his amusement, the captain's face had turned crimson and his mouth had shrunk to half its normal size. He put his free hand over the bottom portion of his face and lowered his head while trying to release his fingers. Starrk held firm and didn't budge, even when the captain tried to use his other hand to pry the fingers loose.

"No." The Espada said curtly.

He smacked the top of the extraction hand much to Byakuya's surprise. He looked up at the arrancar in muted, tight-lipped astonishment. Starrk looked back and mimicked his face while struggling to keep a serious expression. The jerk of his lips into a hideous grimace made the soul reaper lose the staring competition and burst out laughing. The quiet, yet wild guffaw caught the attention of a domino-winning, snowy-haired tyrant across the lot.

He stopped scrutinizing the game and took a moment to study the scene before him. How bizarre it was to see the ever-stolid captain Kuchiki in a high school uniform, wearing chucks with his hair in a ponytail and his usually completely covered body practically lying against this odd, teenage boy, not only with his shirt minimally unbuttoned and his hand wrapped around the much thicker one, but with a full out smile accompanying a noise that was even more than his rare, deep chuckle. He was dumb-founded at this scene as natural as Tousen walking through Heuco Mundo in a poodle skirt with a baby Kenpachi in his arms.

Who was, in fact, standing, in full bloom, between the shoji to the shop. He, too, had no idea what to think of the scene lay before him. It put a new twist on the conversation Urahara and he had just had about the two overgrown teenagers. Slowly, with ancient, spider like legs, he made his way back to where the shop owner was sitting with his faithful, black cat.

"Stop it," Byakuya hissed, "There are people here."

"So?" The bearded man said pointedly.

"They will see us," Whispering, he stealthily padded back into the shop and pulled Starrk with him.

He looked up and down the hall and silently made his way to a room far from the boisterous kitchen, over crowded with blue, red, and orange haired people. The excitement came rushing through his body as Starrk realized that they must have been going to Byakuya's bedroom.

Slowly, the captain slid the door open and pushed the other inside. He closed the shoji behind him and walked to the sliding closet doors. Starrk found his way to the neater futon splayed on the floor. The other had various shirts, multiple half-finished beverages, multicolored sunglasses, and several works of both classical and propagandist literature lying on it.

"Wha—?" As he turned back to the other man, he got a nice look at the pale flesh of his flawless back.

Starrk unconsciously licked his lips while Byakuya changed into a pale, green yukata, keeping his orange and white, polka dot, silk boxers on. The image made him snigger. The captain sighed and walked to the opposite bed, fishing through the sheets to find two electronic devices. He walked to a socket in the wall and plugged the bigger one into it, placing the smaller one in what seemed to be a pre-destined position.

"I apologize," He swiveled with blushing cheeks. "I simply enjoy more traditional clothing."

"Doesn't matter to me," 'It's all coming off, anyway' He thought.

The smaller man joined him on the bed, slowly sitting back until his spine was at a complete parallel with the mattress. He had the tiniest blush on pale cheeks and a great lack of concentration in what he was pondering. The timid way in which that sterile gaze bounced between a spot on the floor and the meaty hand digging into his bed, informed Starrk the that other wasn't much experienced in the way of teenagers and had no idea where around to begin fooling. He swallowed as his eyes travelled farther up the robust arm with each return and blinked the tiniest bit quicker than usual as he noted the large, protruding veins on the inside of the other's forearm.

"I gotta kiss you." Starrk blurted before grabbing hold of the man's face.

He got a wide-eyed grunt and a hand on his wrist in response to his boldness, but no resistance. Byakuya was more interested in the feel of the less than sparse body hair wrapping around the assaulting wrist and hesitantly slid his soft finger pads along it. Without a single noise reverberating in his mind, his focus was lost and his heavy lashes came down on the unresponsive pupils. The assailant could feel the release of his tightly wound spiritual pressure as his lips eased into a more natural position less akin to pursing and his body lean just slightly into the connection. He noted as the red, of either a blush or lack of oxygen, began climbing up the base of his graceful neck.

Releasing the kiss, he watched the pouted lips lazily revert to their natural position. The stunned predicament of his conscious rapidly became apparent as his heavy lids retreated up the eye and hung even lower than normal over the glazed orbs. They seemed almost lifeless in their paralyzed place, directed towards, but not focused on, the thin lips that he so longed to reconnect with his own. Starrk loosened his grip on the soft skin to prevent it from irritation and closed his mouth as the sensation brought the captain back to life. He leaned in again and pressed his jaw against the other, one of his hands coming down from the privileged Kuchiki head and finding its place along his bicep. He flexed the muscles in his lips gently to distract the other from the exploring hand on his arm. He was definitely a trained soldier and dutiful in discipline, the whole of his body was deceiving. It was incredibly breathtaking and boyish on the outside and more than powerful and aged underneath. The reminder that this was not simply another foolish member of the Arrancar Army or a humble, ignorant human made the Primera's heart flip. He pulled away and dove back in several times, each sending the pale goddess into more euphoria.

"S…so rash, you are." Breathlessly, Byakuya whispered, eyes closed.

The arrancar tilted his head and brought Byakuya's mouth closer. The kiss was loose-lipped, almost purposely sloppy, and landed on the left side of his dewy lips. They appeared to be sagging at the corners and irritated with the kisses. Red with passion and twitching slightly in anticipation, they pushed the air back out of his lungs only after he recognized his need for oxygen. The lips against his jowls readjusted themselves and parted further for the introduction of the captain's flesh to teeth. The passing of air shifted to raggedness as the front tusks pushed flatly and teasingly along him.

Hesitantly pulling away, Starrk ghosted his hands down the granny smith apple-colored gown and around the undulating ribcage to put them on Byakuya's back. He moved his mouth back to the other's for distraction as the intrigued, aligned fingertips made their journey south. They diverted into two separate groups to flank the slender hips and choke the sensitive and tender, scarce meat that lay atop them. A wave of surprise flowed from his nose and his brow furrowed noticeably. The soul-reaper's hands habitually moved to stop the contact between him and another being but he grounded them on the taller man's broad shoulders with piercing nails. His teeth clenched in discomfort as another lip locking came to a close.

Avoiding the penetrating glare, the other snaked a hand into silky, black locks as the second wrapped firmly around the still fluctuating chest in a more than protective manner. Byakuya's head had no choice but to move its mandible on top of a shoulder swollen with years of sword-handling as his palms slid down the tensed arms until they came to a crest and stayed firm, his strength on the verge of forcing their bodies apart.

"Byakuya." The taller man sighed as his pointed nose tickled behind an over-sensitive ear.

The organ was unused to such purpose as being stimulated and sent a shiver through the captain's worried body. He was becoming quickly excited by the strategic tactics that the other was testing on his wanton self and it was grinding against his conscience. Surely, the thoughts of what he and this 'teenager' were doing and their intentions were racing through his mind, each urge to push the larger body off himself immediately quieted by the sensation said body was inflicting upon his most vulnerable pieces. He was lost in the touches and succumbed to indulging himself after the burly and life-filled arms pulled his slight frame to sit atop the premature manifestation of Starrk's excitement.

The bulge was more than enough to stir his own as the persistent claws of the Primera rearranged his nearly quaking thighs to straddle the solid hips of their corresponding body. The helpless expression plastered on his face matched the pattern his breathing had tuned to. He released a particularly ragged breath as his lobe was softly seized between hungry jaws and the hands on him began roughly kneading large circles into his thighs. Starrk's hips moved slightly with his needy hands and his desire slowly hardened into demand while a deft tongue found its way around and into Byakuya's ear. The smaller body was arched forward to maximize the contact between their hips and faces.

The Primera was breathing hard now, too, his heart pumping its way between his ears. He was quickly frustrated as he realized he couldn't hear any signs of gratification. He longed for Byakuya to know that his ears were his most sensitive sense and to quickly oblige them. Instead, he settled for earning his reward and struggled to get his face under the captain's jaw. He was persistently denying any access to the irresistible skin along his neck and it almost made the other growl. Slowly, the calloused digits of the Primera wound their way up the smaller man's backbone and into his hair to grab hold of the black locks. At the nearly rough tug of his scalp, Byakuya gasped and opened his eyes. With great interest, he stared back into the devious, pale orbs of the Espada and found the grip too tight to move his head. He watched with stilled breathing as the man quietly drew in the clean, fresh scent of him, a flare coming to pointed nostrils. He snarled and exposed his canines, the wolf-like side of his persona seeping into his conscious while he sampled the soft flesh in such close proximity to his face and pulled down with a slow force to arch his partner's back.

"The…" The captain all but sighed. "The music."

He could feel Starrk's top lip twitching as he continued struggling to form a sentence.

"So… the o-others won't hear…hear us."

He grasped the entirety of the back of the long neck and forced it in the direction he wanted. First to left to tickle the right side and then to the right to brush his beard against the center. His partner grimaced and gave nothing as he moved his hands to formed fists in the white fabric of his uniform. Byakuya's thighs tightened around his hips as Starrk's mouth moved lower, still not making contact with the alabaster skin. The Espada pitched forward and moved to be on top of the smaller man, already between the exposed legs. He caught an unwanted glimpse of the silent terror that filled and seeped out of the purple orbs and externalized as a deepened flush on his cheeks. He seemed miserable under the other and tossed his head from side to side, distracting himself from the nose that pushed the fabric of his yukata apart. Another song started on the ipod.

He groaned, deeply and pressed his nose into the smooth chest, inhaling the other's scent again. It was intoxicating to his canine-like nostrils and sent his groin into overdrive. He pulled even tighter on the strands entangled in his fingers and listened to the sound of the soul-reaper's frenzied breathing. The others hands were still clinging tight to the standard issue uniform as a light, chaste smooch was placed in the center of his abdomen and then replaced with a slick, hot tongue. The feel of the saliva was wiped away by pearly teeth as a line in the song brought both parties to alertness. Starrk momentarily froze and then continued down towards the other's navel while trying to drown out the lyrics that became all too real when applied to his situation. He placed a kiss mimicking his previous one on the tiny dip in Byakuya's physique and removed his hands from raven hair as he inhaled the faint musk emanating from the organ being pressed down upon by his chest. He stifled a grin as he pulled himself up by the sheets and connected his pelvis with the other's own. The captain had covered his mouth in response to the friction created by the movement and was stubbornly refusing to moan.

Said captain turned away as hot, minty breath ghosted over his neck and silently made its way to his ear. Without any rush, the bearded man began to feast on the lobe and penetrate the ear with his tongue, torturously scratching his facial hair against the squishy cheek. The manicured fingers found their way to his shoulders and began to dig into them, their corresponding lips falling open as the larger man rolled his hips. The movement was incredibly, ridiculously slow and sadistically, selfishly hard. It was enough to break Byakuya and he finally let out a well-earned whimper.

Starrk let out an opposing, primal grunt in response to his whine and moved his legs for better contact with the other's groin. He placed his face on the exposed chest and listened to the potent heartbeat as he ground his hips again and again. Pouted, pink lips parted with a silent cry as bare thighs tried to squeeze him out of his position. They opened and clapped against the arrancar's sides as sharp teeth captured his nipple and a garbled cry tried to push past the captain's sealed lips.

"Starrk!" He yelped, crisply.

He continued to grind his hips into the other and ignored the fragile looking arms pushing his shoulders down.

"S-stop!" Teeth twisting the tiny, rosy nub, he gasped and flailed.

Byakuya had panicked at the wrong moment, unwittingly making the predator on top of him extremely excited and forcing the mouth on his chest to widen its range. He bit down again, taking an enormous chunk of the pectoral in his mouth and sucking on it, his tongue flicking directly on the nipple. His victim bleated and tried to roll away but was pushed down by a fierce palm on his shoulder.

"N-no!" He hissed, still on cloud nine below the waist.

The Primera grunted and snarled, releasing the smaller man's chest and flipping him roughly onto his stomach. Byakuya let out a sensual cry and turned his face from the pillow as the taller man continued to roll his hips, his erection rubbing soundly against the other's as his arms wound around the captain's torso and his body weight firmly pressed him into the bed. He tried to get up from underneath the other, but only succeeded in sticking his ass into the air. Starrk took advantage and readjusted his aim, humping directly against the Kuchiki family jewels. He grunted into the other's ear and violently pulled the kimono down off his right shoulder. Promptly, he bit down and made the pale skin bleed.

The smaller man cried out in utter shock and pain, gripping Starrk's wrists and holding on to him as they rocked back and forth. Every movement was a bit harder than the last and pressed Byakuya's neck further into the futon as his breath was forced from him in tiny sounds. Starrk silenced his guttural groans to listen to the whines and whimpers that came from his partner's quivering lips, basking in their precious and high-pitched desperation. Again, the song changed.

"Oh, Byakuya," The aggressor growled, quickening his pace and removing his flesh from the perfectly manicured nails of the other.

He pressed his nose into the nape of the pale neck as his hands slid around a slim waist and harshly pushed the lumbar curve of a sweaty back into the sheets. Hairless thighs moved together and shook as the taller man gripped his hips and placed his legs around the soul reaper's own. He humped harder and connected continuously, his nose moved into the black locks and he breathed raspy air into the shell of a pale ear. Byakuya had turned his head to the side and was crying out with each thrust.

"Starrk!" He yelped.

The Espada paused and slowly moved off him, hands sliding around and pushing his partner onto the side. Licking his lips like a lucky old man, he pushed aside the fabric covering the throbbing manhood in frenzy and lowered his head. Mercilessly, he sucked on the soul reaper and bobbed his head, breathing loudly through his nose and sniffing the intoxicating scent of the other with every satisfying breath.

"Starrk," Byakuya repeated. "Let me."

Breathlessly, he lurched forward and pushed the arrancar's head back. Cross legged the taller man waited as the other fumbled with the zipper on his khakis and struggled to release the dick from the fabric. He swallowed and opened his mouth.

Before he put the thing between his lips, Starrk had started feasting between Byakuya's legs. He lapped at the organ with less restraint than the soul reaper and voiced his approval less often, just barely thrusting into the perfect 'o' formed by those rosy lips. He grunted and tensed before making the smaller man gag and move away from the essence. Byakuya sat up and extended his body for a rag, a shirt or a tissue only to freeze half way through the movement and release into the other's mouth. The gargled sound matched his desperate face as the arrancar dropped the reddened member from his mouth like a hound and pushed himself up and away from the other's lap. He swallowed and wiped his mouth while the less experienced of the two cleaned his mouth with the first thing he got his hands on. The fact that he spit it out didn't offend Starrk in the least.

A shaky breath fell from his lips as he let the mixed fluids drip from his chin, his hands unraveling the teal shirt he was spilling the arrancar's seed onto.

"Oh, no." The soul reaper whispered, rather flatly.

"What is it?" His partner leaned into the wall and let his arms fall lifeless on the bed.

"Abarai's shirt." He held the band tee up and grimaced as the semen eased down through the middle of Midnight Betrayal's logo.

"That band is shit anyway." Turning his head away, Starrk mumbled.

"You are a fan?"

"No." They both chuckled.

Byakuya began crawling towards the hamper, but faltered when his weight was shifted to his legs. They gave out beneath him and he huffed as a loud thud, sounded from the floor.

"Byakuya?" The muffled call came from the direction of the kitchen.

Immediately the captain sat up and readjusted his clothes. He didn't have much practice and was still twisting his yukuta when Starrk had finished putting his junk back in his pants. The Espada looked back to the shoji as the spacious footsteps grew louder. He contemplated turning off the music.

"Kuchiki, you in there?" A gruff voice asked.

The figure behind the paper was enormous with gangly arms and spider-like hands. His hair was long and he was wearing nothing but a pair of cargo shorts.

"Yes, Kenpachi." Byakuya scooted a little farther from the Primera as the shoji slid open.

Kenpachi's huge figure loomed in doorway, completely still as he studied the bearded man sitting on Byakuya's futon' his face contorted by the music on the stereo. Starrk noted the disturbing scar running from his hairline to his pelvis on the left side of his body and the silver in his eyes that danced as his beady pupils shifted from one point to another in the room. His jaw was masculine, matching the wizened lines that ran along the incredible bone structure in his face. He had no eyebrows and his hair was grey and stringy. He was with sinewy limbs that connected to a torso that gracefully widened to his huge shoulders.

"Who's this?"

"This is Starrk Jeagerjacques." The lie of his name stung.

Kenpachi grunted and the two teens sat nervously under his glare. After a moment he sounded off again.

"We should go see your mother soon." He more ordered than suggested.

One of his calloused hands reached up and soothed the skin over his sternum. The alternating, monochromatic shapes in his sclera were aimed at the pale man.

"I have to go, Starrk." Byakuya's breath had finally caught up with him and he stood to walk to the intimidating figure.

"Alright. I'll call you." The arrancar held his hand out even though the comment was more a statement than a question.

He admired the contrast in the figures by the door, how the worn, tired and monstrous figure of the tall man stood by the soft, elegant and precious image of the pretty one.

"Okay." He murmured, moving behind the towering man.

The apartment was bare when he returned.

After dropping his keys, Starrk studied the house, the street and then his phone.

"Where the fuck is Grimmjow?" He thought.

He scanned the apartment again. This time, looking more thoroughly and stepping back into the bedrooms. Foolishly, he checked the blue-haired man's room before his own. The bed was empty and as undisturbed as the moment they first moved in. Momentarily, he wondered if the blue-haired nympho had brought any women into the bed that they shared. Shaking the overprotective thought out of his head, he stepped through the two door bathroom. When he found the other arrancar, he was curled up in the silky black sheets, nude.

Silently, The Primera grimaced. Walking around the bed, he released his face and looked to the floor where a white towel was strewn carelessly between a shower and a pre-partying nap. He sighed and sat on the bed, rubbing his eyes and kicking off his shoes. A nap was in order for him. Sliding in, he tucked his arms behind his head and shifted between the very edge of the mattress and the curve of Grimmjow's backside. He sighed.

Byakuya and Starrk's soundtrack of love:

Monster by Lady Gaga.

Rolling in The Deep by Adele.

The Thong Song by Sisqo.