A/N: Hi there, here with an update. Again, awesome reviews, you people know how to make a girl feel special :D

I'm glad that so many people like this pair, and I hope my story will inspire all you writers out there to write some ByakuRuki fanfics of your own. I really hate it when I only see 4 pages of fanfics about them as a couple.

And here's a pic I made on chapter 9:punkykoolkat.deviantart(.)com/art/Byakuya-s-First-KitKat-96695302 It borders on hilarity though XD

Enjoy

Chapter 11

Rukia walked towards the sixth building with muted footsteps, wishing she could turn around and run away on every step. Maybe if she did her task very, very quietly, nii-sama might not even notice her.

Yeah right, she thought sarcastically. She was supposed to get some stupid documents from Ukitake signed from him. Why? Because that's what lieutenants do, they get papers signed from people they secretly lust about.

Rukia hated this, seeing her brother again. She had successfully been avoiding him since that incident. The whole initiation thing Matsumoto had cooked up wasn't even a problem, she could ask Renji to take the pictures. What are friends for, right?

But this was definitely a glitch in her perfectly concocted plan of staying clear from her brother. And Ukitake just had to be so damn persistent about it, playing the 'you're the lieutenant' card. If she had known beforehand that seeing people you didn't want to see was a requirement, she would have definitely stayed unseated. But damn, this was so frustrating!

She walked through the empty hallways, slowly reaching nii-sama's office. She stopped at his door and stared at the large sign hanging on it with the words '6th Division Captain Kuchiki Byakuya" printed in black. Yeah, black somehow suits my situation, she thought ruefully.

Somehow, reading his name made her heart skip a beat. She dreaded doing this, but it was inevitable. She sighed heavily and composed her scattered thoughts.

"You can do this," she told herself. Rukia straightened her shoulders and tapped on the door roughly, "13th squad lieutenant Kuchiki Rukia, asking for permission to enter, sir." She hoped her voice had sounded stronger to him than it had to her.

Silence

Rukia's heart pounded hard against her chest while she waited for him to say something. She hoped against hope that he would tell her to go away.

She closed her eyes and silently prayed.

"Enter," she heard him finally say.

Damn!

Rukia opened the door and quietly entered. He was sitting by his desk, with different papers spread all over it. His pen was capped and lying untouched on some documents but that wasn't as important as the fact that he was looking straight at her, his arms crossed on his desk and his back ramrod straight. She quickly diverted her eyes to the wall behind him.

"Captain Ukitake wants you to sign these papers, so I'll leave the-"

"I can sign them right now," he promptly said, reaching out his hand.

Rukia looked back at him, first at his expressionless eyes and then at his open palm. She grasped the papers in her hand tightly, her knuckles becoming white. She then walked forward; taking small steps till she reached his the end of his desk. Rukia looked back at the wall behind him, reaching out her hand.

"Okay," she handed him the papers. But instead of taking them, Byakuya grabbed her wrist and jerked her towards him, his face only inches from her own.

Rukia gasped, her hand letting go of the papers as she placed her other hand on his desk to steady herself. "Nii-sam-"

"Why have you been avoiding me?" he asked in a low voice, his gaze coolly studying her features.

"W-What?" Rukia could feel her face getting hot. Her position was awkward. She was practically on his desk with one foot suspended and his proximity wasn't making her any less uncomfortable.

"Don't make me repeat myself, Rukia," he said coolly. She noticed how he dragged her name, like he was rolling it over his tongue, tasting it. It made her skin tingle.

"I haven't been avoi-"

"Do not lie to me," he interrupted icily. Rukia widened her eyes. Byakuya pulled her wrist backwards, placing his other hand on the back of her neck to bring her face even closer till their noses were touching. His breath was hot against her skin. Rukia tried to pull back but his hold was too strong.

"Let go of me!"

"No, not until you answer my question." He seemed unfazed by their closeness, which only pissed her.

"It's none of your business!" she snapped.

Byakuya was surprised for a second before he narrowed his eyes, tightening his hold on her wrist, his eyes glinting coldly. "It is my business, Rukia, or have you forgotten what happened that night?"

Rukia blushed furiously but narrowed her eyes as well, perfectly imitating his own expression.

"No I haven't," she whispered angrily. Byakuya looked a her intently.

"Why did you leave?" He was whispering now, his face slightly tilting, slowly moving his mouth towards hers. His lips parted as he drooped his eyes.

Rukia's thoughts rapidly deserted her. Her heart was beating so fast she thought she could hear it. His mouth hovering over hers was making her lose whatever composure she had left. All she could register was his closeness and his scent. She looked down at his lips.

"Huh?" She said confusedly, still not being able to tear her eyes from his mouth.

Byakuya looked at her eyes then, his slate grey eyes now looking completely black.

"Kiss me."

Rukia's eyes widened and she abruptly looked up. Then she immediately crashed her mouth down on his, not holding anything back, kissing him passionately without any restrain.

Byakuya let go of her wrist and threaded his fingers in her hair, roughly kissing her back. He didn't need to open her mouth to plunge his tongue in, she was already entangling her tongue with his own.

Rukia placed her hands on either side of his face, completely forgetting about her awkward position above his desk. She moaned against his mouth. All those days of pent up tension resurfaced, making her need to feel him even more urgent.

She tilted her head even more, pressing harder against his lips to gain more access. They broke their connection for a moment so Byakuya could swipe a hasty hand over his desk, throwing whatever he made contact with to the floor.

His inkpot crashed down and spilled into the carpet. Papers flew everywhere on the floor. Byakuya heard glass crash but ignored it, grabbing Rukia by the waist and pulling her down on his desk, on top of whatever papers had remained on it.

He quickly climbed on top of her and kissed her again, straddling her legs at the same time, his hands hurriedly tugging at her sash. His lips quickly moved downwards, leaving hot, urgent kisses down her neck.

Rukia reached for his hair, her clumsy efforts to remove his Kenseiken causing an irritated growl to escape her lips. Byakuya stopped stripping her clothes off to remove it while Rukia moved on to his scarf. He swiftly removed his Kenseiken and dropped it to the ground. The scarf came off next.

They instantly reached for the rest of each others clothes. Rukia hastily tugged off his robe from his chest, untying his sash from his waist. Byakuya ripped open her robe, pulling it past her shoulders as he quickly reached for one nipple, enclosing it with his mouth.

Rukia gasped when she felt his tongue dart expertly around it, tightening her grip on his hair, her other hand still working to pull off his clothes. She felt his robe suddenly tear underneath her fingertips.

Byakuya reached for her other breast, taking its nipple quickly in his mouth, his tongue repeating the same erotic movements. Rukia gave a loud moan, arching her back all the way, her fingers digging into his back. He continued to work on them, his actions rushed. His hand reached downwards, removing the rest of her clothing, suddenly touching her inner thighs. Rukia groaned at the contact. She hurried to remove his sash and threw it randomly on the floor. Pushing his robe open, she slid it down his shoulders, pushing him roughly aside to get on top of him.

He suddenly lost his balance on the desk and fell off it, taking Rukia down with him. They hit the carpet, Rukia on top of Byakuya. Before she could do anything to him, he turned them both around and straddled her again, pinning her hands above her head.

He shrugged his remaining clothes off of him and his lips caught hers, kissing her roughly, slanting his mouth over hers. Rukia slipped her hands out of his hold and moved them hurriedly over his hard chest, on his bare shoulders, on the back of his neck, in his silky hair.

She entangled her fingers in his hair, tugging at the roots, inciting small moans from him. Byakuya nudged her legs apart. Rukia quickly opened her legs for him to enter. He practically slammed his erection into her, an audible gasp escaping her lips. She wrapped her legs around his waist and squeezed him tightly, pushing him more inside. He groaned loudly when he felt her tightness. Her nails dug into his skin as she instantly climaxed with him.

"Holy! Bya-"she screamed, her breath coming in short gasps. Byakuya held onto her hair tightly as his orgasm came, provoking a loud moan as he shouted her name against her neck.

They stayed in that position; hot and sweaty as they held tightly on to each other, both of them catching their breath.

Rukia felt that hazy cloud slowly fade from her mind as her breathing became even. She could feel Byakuya's hot breath against her heck, his lips lightly touching her skin, his breathing becoming smooth as well. Rukia could still feel the aftereffects of their rushed sex. Neither of them moved to disentangle themselves.

Suddenly a knock sounded on the door hard. She gasped and they both looked at each other.

"Abarai Renji, sir," Renji called out from outside the door. "I have the reports from the 11th squad."

Rukia suddenly snapped alert when their current condition hit her. Byakuya also came to the same conclusion and quickly disconnected themselves from each other.

"Later, Renji," Byakuya called out. He tried to keep Rukia pinned underneath him but she pushed him off, hastily moving to retrieve her clothes.

"But sir, they need it to be signed soon."

Rukia froze to look at Byakuya with panic in her eyes before speeding up her efforts to put her clothes on. Her clothes were ripped from the sleeves and side but she ignored it and hastily tied her sash around her waist.

"I said later, Renji," Byakuya said in an annoyed voice, motioning for Rukia to wait.

She didn't of course. Instead, she quickly gathered the rest of her stuff and opened his window, flash-stepping from the window sill.

"Understood, sir," Renji called back before Byakuya heard his footsteps fade away from his door.

He sighed in frustration, picking up his clothes from the floor to put them on. He looked at the mess in his office, papers were scattered everywhere. The ones that had still been on his desk were ruined. All of the glass frames he had on his desk were now shattered. His inkpot had cracked open, creating a large black stain on his carpet and on a few other papers. Most of those papers had been important; he was going to get in a lot of trouble for destroying them.

He smirked; it had totally been worth it.

He could still feel the texture of her skin underneath his fingertips, the scent of her hair, her unbelievable tightness. He hadn't meant for it to be rushed, but he just could not slow himself from instantly taking her. He didn't blame himself. After all, he had been fantasizing about her for so long. And it had felt so wonderful, better than any dream he had ever had.

He sat down on his chair with another sigh, this one due to pleasure and supported his chin with a hand, surveying the mess around him with something akin to happiness. His eyes caught on something on the carpet. It was blood.

So she was a virgin, he thought. That meant she hadn't had sex with Kurosaki. That meant that he had been her first lover.

Byakuya felt so happy he laughed.

The cold water trickled down Rukia's back as she stood under the shower, sponge in hand, staring blankly at the tiled wall in front of her. She suddenly let go of the sponge and placed her palms on the wall, slightly banging her head on the marble.

What had she done?

She had done the most stupid thing known to this world and had had sex with her brother. Well, technically, adopted brother, but brother all the same. How had she let that happen?

She hadn't even known what sex was like till tonight. All she had heard were stories from Matsumoto about the joys of lovemaking. But Rukia had planned to never do it until she had found the right person.

And she did it with her brother!

She banged her fists against the marble, the cold shower doing nothing to ease her tension.

But Matsumoto was right, it was something unbelievable. She had never; in her entire long life, ever, felt such a desire and pleasure. To feel so consumed by lust and just let it go had felt so wonderful, no it felt mind-blowing.

Just thinking about nii-sama's lips on her skin, his hands sliding over her body, his scent overpowering her mind made Rukia tremble with pleasure. It was so wrong but it felt so right.

Suddenly, two hands covered her fists and a body pressed against her back. Rukia gasped when she recognized it.

"Nii-sama," she said, her heart hammering.

"I told you to wait," Byakuya said huskily, his lips next to her ear. Rukia shivered.

"You didn't tell me anything," she said in a strained voice. Byakuya smirked and brought the length of his body closer against hers, pressing her against the wall. He bent his neck to give light, feathery kisses down hers, moving his hands slowly down her arms to her sides, over her hips, feeling her slender curves.

Rukia placed a hand on the back of his head, feeling his wet hair slip through her fingers as the cold water spilled over them from the shower. She rested her head backwards on his shoulder. He continued to kiss her neck, moving up towards her jaw line, her ear, gently biting her earlobe. She moaned before she could stop herself.

"Th-This is wrong," she stammered, but tightening her hold on his wet hair none the less.

Byakuya stopped kissing her to get the sponge off the floor. He slid a finger along her spine, sending shivers down the length of her body.

"Oh?" he inquired nonchalantly in the same husky voice. He started lathering the sponge with soap and rubbed her back in slow, lazy circles, gradually moving downwards. "Care to say that again?" He asked, moving his free hand down the side over her hip.

"Uh… I said." Byakuya stroked her inner thighs with the sponge. Rukia gasped loudly, tightening her fists. "Oh god that's good!" Had she actually said that? Rukia really wasn't sure.

"Really?" He abruptly turned her around and pushed her back against the wall. "How about this?"

He roamed the sponge over her breasts, stroking them with his thumb as well, his mouth on her neck over her collarbone, licking at the water droplets trickling down it. Rukia grasped his neck and shoulder, craning her neck, moaning without any restrain. Her finger trailed circles on his bare shoulder.

"Good," she moaned. He shifted them directly under the shower, kissing her on the mouth, this time being deliberately slow. He took his time savoring the feel of her lips, moving over them agonizingly deliberate.

Rukia held onto him blindly, not trusting her legs to support her. She moaned once more when he bit her lower lip down. She didn't hesitate to open her mouth, letting his tongue inside.

Byakuya gently slid his tongue inside her mouth, over her teeth, on the roof of her mouth before entangling it with her tongue. She tightened her arms around his neck while he held her around the waist. Rukia gave a small whimper. He was being so slow, so gentle.

It was driving her out of her mind.

Byakuya lifted her off the ground and turned off the shower. He carried her out of the bathroom, his lips still on top of hers. Water dripped down their bodies as he settled her on her bed.

His mouth left hers to travel downwards, leaving open-mouthed fiery kisses along the way, licking at whatever water droplets his tongue could catch at the same time. Rukia held onto his wet hair. Strands fell onto her skin, creating tiny sensations as his head moved downwards.

He nudged her legs apart and began to kiss her inner thighs. Rukia gasped at the sudden intimacy. She tried to stop him by tugging on his hair but he kept moving inwards.

"No, nii-sama!" she exclaimed.

Byakuya placed his hands on her thighs and opened them wider. His finger gently touched her sensitive area. Rukia's breath caught in her throat.

"But I hurt you, Rukia. I would not have been so harsh if I had known it had been your first time."

"No, no! You didn't hurt me, it hadn't hurt at all!" Rukia quickly said. Byakuya ignored her protests and kissed her at her entrance. Rukia gasped louder, pleasure wracking her entire body at he feel of his lips. He kissed deeper.

"No, no…no…yes!" She stopped pulling his hair. "Yes, yes, yes!"

He took his tongue out and plunged it inside. Rukia groaned loudly, pressing his face closer, urging him to go deeper. She widened her legs even more.

Byakuya continued to lick at her walls, tasting her sweet nectar, his tongue making erotic movements inside of her, slipping in and out. His ministrations were driving her crazy, she felt like crying out but could only make out short gasps.

"Please, please nii-sa-AH!" She fell back, extreme ecstasy erupting inside of her. She moaned loudly, her climax consuming her. "Byakuya…" she whispered before weariness enveloped her.

E/N: Getting down and dirty on an office desk, who doesn't fantasize about that XD

So you finally get a lemon, or lemons...or lemonade.

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