Author's Note: Whew! I know it took awhile, but I did it. This is the second-to-last chapter, guys. I hope you all like it.
I just wanna say that this chapter took forever to write for a number of reasons. First, I had to set aside lots of time for this. Second, I'm a quasi-perfectionist, so if it didn't look right to me, I'd delete it and re-write it. I did that a lot. Third, this chapter is looooooong. I didn't want to leave the details out. Nevertheless, this scene was a bitch to write; mostly because I wanted to leave you guys satisfied! I hope it won't disappoint. It's the much-awaited resolution between Renji and Miyako.
With that being said, this also includes a warning - the following includes sexual...uhh...themes. I guess you fanfic veterans call it "lemons?" Aside from the swearing, this is also why the story is rated "M."
(And if you like musical accompaniments with your reading, I would suggest Ayumi Hamasaki's "Heaven" from her album (miss)understood. It helped me write this chapter.)
Soo...without further ado...
It had been two days since Kariya's defeat. All the squads in Seireitei were allowed relief since half of the residents were still stuck in the 4th squad barracks healing. Miyako had found out earlier that Yumichika, Ikkaku, and most of her squad were busy sealing away multiple Joukaishou targets underground while she was on Soukyoku. They had all learned of her fight with Koga and his doll, Daruku, and commemorated her on how she nearly beat him to a pulp before Captain Hitsugaya finished him off. It was exaggerated, of course, but they knew she deserved respect since she had fought and they had not.
"It wasn't my fuckin' choice to seal those things away," Ikkaku had complained. "It was General Yamomoto's orders. You were just lucky you got to him before I did."
Miyako's wounds were nearly nonexistent, but on occasion the left side of her chest would hurt, almost as if her heart would pound a little too hard and pulse pain into her shoulder. She was too proud and stubborn to seek out Orihime a second time, and she knew that it would probably heal within a few weeks. Instead of sitting in her quarters, she would walk around Seireitei and occasionally challenge her residents to sparring matches. Ikkaku and Yumichika were busy in secret briefings, the Captain had been seen taking naps, and Lieutenant Kusajishi would run about and play pranks on the residents. Overall, everything was pretty quiet. Ichigo and his human friends were scheduled to return to the human world within the next day or so, Rukia was back in the Kuchiki house healing (after a strict reprimand from her brother), and Renji was nowhere to be found. Upon returning from Soukyoku, Captain Kuchiki did not look happy. Renji and Rukia hadn't exactly broken the rules by going up there, but it was an unspoken rule that she was never to go up to that forsaken area again. Renji was probably in trouble by bringing her up there, and Rukia was in trouble for leaving the Kuchiki house still injured.
Maki was not allowed a military funeral, as all Death Gods receive recognition and honor at their burial after they die. Miyako had vehemently petitioned to try to give Maki the credit he deserved, however little it was, but General Yamomoto and the Captains all unanimously decided against it. Maki had masqueraded around with the Bount for years and plotted against Soul Society, infiltrated Seireitei, tampered with Captain Kurotsuchi's research documents, and injured residents in the process. Ichigo tried to voice an opinion on Miyako's behalf as well, but he was ignored since he wasn't an official resident of Soul Society. Rukia was not allowed to give a testimony, nor was Renji, since they were already chastised by Captain Kuchiki. Instead, they took Maki's body to an undisclosed location outside Seireitei to bury it. There was no grave marker. There was no more speaking of him after that, and Miyako mourned him in silence.
There were talks of sending Death Gods to the human world to start monitoring Aizen's activity. Hollows were popping up even less than usual on earth, which was curious. The researchers in 12th squad were speculating that Aizen was beginning to make his army, and it made Seireitei wary. He was a whole six months ahead of schedule.
Miyako knew that Ikkaku would be one of the Death Gods to go, since he was the closest 11th squad had to having a Captain (Zaraki was always off somewhere else with the Lieutenant) and he wouldn't dare miss out on a scrap with the Hollows. If Ikkaku went, Yumichika would most likely follow. It was probably why they had been constantly in meetings. A Captain would most likely be needed to lead the group to the real world, probably leaving his lieutenant behind to run the squad. Miyako sat in her quarters, wringing a wet rag in a bowl full of warm water, wondering who would go. Captain Kurotsuchi would never go. He would probably send Nemu, though. Captain Komamura was too close to General Yamomoto. Shuhei and Kira had to stay here to monitor their squad. Captain Kuchiki, maybe? It was unlikely. She couldn't imagine Captain Kuchiki pretending to be a human. Humans were too silly. Perhaps Captain Ukitake? No. He was too ill. Captain Kyoraku wouldn't go to the real world, either. He normally stayed near Captain Ukitake and took over the squad once in awhile, just in case Ukitake was indisposed, since 13th squad didn't have a lieutenant.
She was kneeling next to her water basin, washing her neck and arms. Her robe was off but her wrap and trousers were still intact, her hair lazily twisted up into a messy knot and held in place by a single chopstick. A lone lantern illuminated the room. It was dusk outside and she was getting ready for bed, too tired to have an appetite for dinner. She was doing one of her hated habits – thinking too much. Her thoughts had travelled from the previous day when Maki died, to the many military funerals held for their residents, to an honorary ceremony held for Ichigo and his ryoka – Miyako scoffed aloud – for helping destroy the Bount, to Renji…
Miyako closed her eyes and buried her face in the rag. There was still Renji to think about. Just how long would he wait? She knew that he was more than likely occupied at the moment, fulfilling whatever punishment Captain Kuchiki had given him. Maybe he would forget the whole thing. Maybe he wouldn't arrest her. Maybe he would realize that it was all an accident, that it was all a misunderstanding…
Miyako sighed loudly and clenched the washcloth in her fist. But that was it. There was no forgetting for her. It wasn't an accident. It wasn't a misunderstanding. After realizing the kind of person Renji was…and after he had looked at her like that, the night on the rooftop…she wanted more from him. Just looking at him anymore made her feel flutters in her belly. And she hated it. She was always in control of her feelings…but lately, it didn't seem like she was at all.
She wanted to be arrested. She wanted him to not forgive her. She wanted him to acknowledge that she had dishonored him and that maybe, if she was reprimanded, she would never have such feelings of weakness ever again. It was torture. She wanted it to be like it was, when all she cared about was fighting and growing stronger. Now, she realized, she wasn't as hardened as she had tried to be. Maki's death confirmed that. She was still weak and she still cared. Caring about someone else made you careless in battle and got you killed. Her thoughts were conflicting, however. Ichigo Kurosaki cared for everyone, evidently, and he had achieved Bankai faster than any living soul in Soul Society. His reiatsu was damn near suffocating during the fight with Kariya. Also, it was obvious Renji cared for Rukia and he was the only lieutenant in the Gotei thirteen to achieve Bankai.
Maybe caring for someone isn't weak. Just look at Renji, she thought. Look at how strong he's become. It was all because of Rukia.
Miyako shook the thought from her head.
Stop thinking about him!
Renji paced back and forth outside of Miyako's quarters. His head darted around, making sure nobody was near.
What the fuck am I doing here?
Numerous times he had stepped up to her door and was going to knock, but he lost his nerve and backed away, pacing again. His head was screaming to run away as fast as he could, but his body wouldn't obey. He had been bothered about Miyako ever since the night in the woods, when she was sitting up in the tree. He usually never had the opportunity to talk to another member of 11th squad, save Ikkaku, because his duties as Lieutenant practically took up most of his days. He barely saw Rukia since she was usually stationed elsewhere, and conversations with other Lieutenants were pretty tedious. Matsumoto drove him up the wall. Kira and Hisagi had their hands full with their own squads. Nanao and Isane were too boring. Nemu was too fuckin' weird. Yashiru scared the crap out of him. He liked Miyako's company. He even took it upon himself to protect her when the time came. After seeing her pinned to the tree by Maki's zanpakuto, he had never been so enraged in his life. There was only one other time he felt like that, and it was when he had fought Captain Kuchiki.
I've gotten sappy. I hate myself for this shit. But I'm always worried about her. And I can't stop thinking about that night…how she looked at me…
He thought about how he felt her hands on his back, tracing his tattoos, sliding along his neck, moving up to his face…and he felt the heat rise within his body. Renji stopped pacing and stared at the ground, putting his hands on his hips. And then she ran off.
She's not interested.
He put his hands to his head and let out a low growl.
I can run into battle, soul slayer ready, but I can't talk to a fucking girl.
He had remembered his conversation with Rukia earlier.
"Renji."
"Eh?"
"You've been sitting on my doorstep for three hours. I'm nearly healed. Will you go away?"
Renji curled a lip. "Gee, thanks. No 'oh thank you for diligently watching over me, Renji!' ?"
Rukia snorted. "You're not watching over me."
"Am too."
"Are not."
"Why else would I be out here?"
"It's the only spot you can think in peace."
"Yeah? What would I be thinking about?"
"Miyako."
Renji was taken aback and couldn't think of a retort. His back was to her, but Rukia saw him stiffen. She was lying on a cot in the middle of her small room of the Kuchiki House, and Renji was sitting on the doorstep, staring out at the cherry blossoms. Her door was open so she could admire the view as well, but it was ruined when Renji had decided to plop his pompous ass down right in front of the scenery. Baka. She knew that something was bothering him when he never spoke a word. He just sat there. Almost three hours had passed and the sun was starting to go down.
"You're worried about her," Rukia stated.
Renji slid the white headband off his head and toyed with the knot. "I can't explain it."
"Explain what?"
"Something's wrong."
"What do you mean?"
Renji sighed. "Remember when Ichigo attacked Kariya in his Bankai form?"
Rukia nodded.
"His Getsuga Tenshou was black," he said grimly.
Rukia narrowed her eyes. "So?"
Renji shrugged. "His reiatsu was a little different than normal, that's all."
Rukia didn't reply.
"I felt the same difference with Miyako," Renji continued. "When Maki died, her reiatsu was off the charts and it had a different feeling to it. It was just…a little strange."
"Her brother died, Renji. They hadn't seen each other in over two hundred years. How else do you think she would have reacted?"
Renji sighed. "Not like that," he replied softly.
"Have you been out here thinking about Miyako's weird reiatsu all this time?" Rukia taunted him with a grin.
"No," Renji admitted.
"Then what the hell are you doing?"
Renji twirled the headband on one finger and sighed again. "I'm thinking about how to approach her."
Rukia raised her eyebrows in surprise. "For what?"
"None of your damn business."
Rukia grinned. After a long pause, she sighed and said, "Just do what you normally do, baka."
"What?"
"Take the direct approach."
Purging the thought of Renji from her head, Miyako instead tried to focus on what was to come. Aizen. Seireitei was rebuilding its shattered towers and roofs from previous fights. Half the protection squads were in the hospital. They were weak. They could not withstand an invasion now.
If it weren't for those cursed Bount….damn those humans!
Miyako dipped the rag into the basin, wrung it, and passed it over the back of her neck. She thought of the foolish Quincy and the practically mute Chad. What good had they done in Seireitei? Why were they let back in? How could they have possibly contributed? Her thoughts travelled to Orihime. That wretched girl, she thought bitterly. Only a moment sooner had she gotten to Soukyoku and Maki would have been okay. Things would have been different. He was too far gone by the time she had arrived.
A pain as sharp as a knife sliced through the left side of her chest and she felt it pound. She sucked in a breath and clutched at her chest, squeezing her eyes shut and bowing her head. It was gone as fast as it had come, however, and she exhaled and swallowed. The pains were short and fleeting, but she knew that it wasn't normal. Captain Unohana already had enough patients on her hands, however. Miyako had to heal on her own. She was tired of feeling helpless.
Renji sighed, stepped up to the door, lifted a fist, and froze. He swirled around and kicked at the ground.
Shit! I can't believe this. What the hell am I even going to say to her?
He paced back and forth some more and sighed. Luckily, nobody had seen him. If Lieutenant Kusajishi had been strolling around, he'd be in deep shit. Better to get this over with.
He stepped up to her door again and was about to knock when his curiosity got the better of him instead. What if she was sleeping? He didn't want to wake her. Unlikely, though, because a lantern was lit. He pressed an ear near the crack of the sliding door and heard water dripping. Fuck. What if she was washing? He couldn't interrupt that. It'd be too awkward. Or would it? Renji grinned and forced himself to behave. He lowered his head, trying to hear more, but there wasn't much else to listen to. Water dripping, a long pause…then he heard a sharp gasp. The smallest twinge of spirit force. Biting his lip and swallowing his pride, Renji's concern overruled any rationale for his entering her quarters, unnoticed.
Miyako dipped the rag into the basin, wrung it again, and passed it over her face one last time. She flung it into the water and gingerly felt her collarbone and chest with her right hand. A nasty scar had developed where both Maki and Daruku had pierced her flesh, but Orihime had healed it well. She could feel it, but it was harder to see. It wasn't sore and there weren't any sharp pains…except for the sporadic ones. She couldn't understand why it still hurt from time to time. She lowered her head and sighed.
Renji gulped. Her back was to him and she was kneeling down over a large bowl of water. Her hair was up, exposing the back of her neck and her wrap. Her shinigami robe was off.
Shit. This is going to look bad.
He was standing behind her, frozen. She appeared fine. She wasn't hurt. But nevertheless, there he was. She hadn't felt his spirit force because he had been concealing it, more out of habit than on purpose. If she stood up and found him there spying, he'd have a hell of a time trying to explain himself.
Ah, well. Fuck it.
"Miyako?"
His gruff voice split the silence of the room and nearly made her scream out in surprise. Acting on instinct, she immediately shot out a leg at the intruder and swept his own legs out from under him. Miyako swirled around to find Renji flat on his back, swearing and stumbling back up, his face red with anger.
"God dammit, Miyako!" he cried. "Why do you always take cheap shots?"
"Baka!!!" she growled with clenched teeth, snatching up her shinigami robe and hastily putting it on. "What are you doing in here? Why did you sneak up on me? And it wasn't a cheap shot; you're always the one to fall for that move!"
"I am not!" Renji blurted back. "I'm in here because I wanted to see how you were feeling!"
Miyako narrowed her eyes at him. "What?"
Renji sighed. He had accidentally insulted her. She was from 11th squad, after all. He crossed his arms and his eyes darted to her scar.
"Get out," Miyako hissed. She seemed too angry to care about tying the robe, as it still gaped open.
"Not until I've had a word with you," Renji replied flatly.
Miyako pursed her lips together. So this was it. She crossed her arms.
"If you think you can just enter my quarters without permission and do this, think again!" she challenged.
Renji curled his lip in confusion. "Do what?"
"How dare you use your rank to pull a stunt like this! I will not be arrested in this state!"
Renji stared at her for a second, then snorted out a laugh. Arrested? Is that why she thinks I'm here? Before he could reply, Miyako stared back at him angrily and raised her voice.
"You're laughing at me?"
Renji grinned at her and said, "What the fuck're you talking about? Arrest you?"
Miyako narrowed her eyes. "Well, thank you, Lieutenant Abarai, for displaying your obvious respect in the matter about fulfilling your duty so professionally, but I will not go back with you as I am now."
Renji stifled his laughter. "Miyako…hang on - "
"And how dare you laugh at me!"
"Miyako - "
"Do you think you could mock me by entering my room with me half dressed to parade me about Seireitei in shackles?"
This was getting absurd. Renji grew agitated and his smile disappeared. "Will you just - "
"I'm sure you're gloating about the fact that you've accomplished this much as a Lieutenant, sir."
"Let me - "
Miyako was slowly stepping towards him and he was stepping back. She was pissed off but he was trying to get a word in. Talking to her was a lot harder than he thought. As she was yelling at him, though, he couldn't help but notice the fire in her eyes. Her hair was up, which he had never seen before. It was messy and it was falling down in wisps as she was passionately waving her arms about and shaking her head at him, but it was still undeniably sexy. Her wrap was still wound tightly around her torso, but her cleavage was visible and hypnotizing as she breathed. The wrap stopped mid-waist and exposed her flat belly, which was trim and hard from fighting. Her hip bones protruded only slightly as her shinigami trousers were tied low at her waist.
Miyako had an inclination to slap him stupid. More than anything, she wanted him out of her room. He was openly studying her body while she reprimanded him. Has he no decency? It made her feel hot and she knew her face was turning pink. It was flattering nonetheless, but she wanted him gone. It was dangerous for him to be here, because her feelings were starting to cloud her judgment. She felt her lungs tighten and her heart was practically pounding in her ears. If anything, she could pretend to be angry with him, which she was, but if she bitched and complained and pushed him enough, perhaps he would leave.
"Lieutenant Abarai, have you not heard a word I said?" Miyako snapped at him.
Renji glanced at her with an irritated look. "Don't call me - "
"Furthermore," Miyako interrupted, "why is it so important for you to act as an overbearing mother?"
Renji let out a low growl. "What are you - "
"You're always at my heels, making sure I never get hurt - "
Renji scowled and took a step forward to interrupt her. "If you - "
Miyako held her ground and looked up at him, interrupting back. "You are not my lieutenant, and you are no longer in 11th squad, so maybe you should start looking after someone else!"
Renji clenched his jaw and took another step forward, pointing at Miyako. "Not if you purposely try to get yourself killed - "
Miyako stared up at him angrily. "I fight when others cannot - "
"And I am your lieutenant - "
"You never let me forget!"
Renji rolled his eyes and sighed in exasperation. Does she never shut up? He hadn't been able to get a civil word in. She was still yelling.
"Unless you've snuck in here to deliver an important message, then you might as well - "
That's it.
Renji grabbed her arms and pulled her forward, planting an angry kiss on her lips. Miyako's eyebrows shot up in surprise, but she didn't have much time to react. He gripped her tightly and pressed his lips firmly against hers so she wouldn't wriggle away. It wasn't a very romantic kiss, but it was aimed mostly to shut her up while at the same time getting his point across. He was tired of playing games.
The kiss only lasted about five seconds, and when Renji slowly pulled away, a flood of emotions and thoughts flew into both their heads. Miyako was stunned and surprised, unable to speak. Her heart seemed to want to pound right out of her chest. She looked up at Renji, dazed, and met his eyes. He stared back looking as surprised as she was, feeling utter disbelief at what he just did. They both stood there, dumbfounded and numb, not knowing what to do next. Renji was half expecting her to lash out and beat his ass, but she was just as confused as he was. She didn't try to tear away from his grasp, which had loosened. His hands slid down her arms slowly and stopped at her elbows. His face hovered over hers, eyes dark and half-lidded. They both suddenly felt a wave of heat wash over them, as if they had just stepped into a sauna. Their minds raced with a million different things, all obscure and fleeting.
Did I just do that?
Did he just do what I think he did?
What the hell have I gotten myself into?
We shouldn't…
We've gone too far…
Now what?
Even though his head was loaded with doubt and questions, Renji didn't listen to any of his thoughts. He focused only on her. Miyako didn't attempt to look away; instead she appeared too shocked to speak or move. Renji was suddenly mesmerized by her eyes and felt inclined to take his action further. She was beautiful. She was intelligent. She was goddamn stubborn and hot-tempered, but her fiery disposition just made him want her even more. As they stared at each other, his self control completely collapsed. At that moment, he wanted nothing else but her.
Renji's head dipped down and he kissed her again; this time softer than the first, but more demanding. It was a hungry kiss and it was a full kiss, something that Miyako returned in her utter surprise. She hadn't expected him to kiss her a second time, but now that his lips were against hers again, a rush of heat seemed to reverberate throughout her body. Abandoning her thoughts of pushing him away, which now seemed trivial, Miyako kissed back. Her response merely spurred him to kiss deeper, cupping her jaw with one hand and tightly gripping her shinigami robe with the other, pulling the rest of her body towards him. His tongue entered her mouth – not too forceful, but not shyly, either – and sent waves of pleasure down her spine. Ignoring her deafening heartbeat and fluttering nerves in her chest, Miyako responded again with her own tongue. They both teased each other and explored one another as the kiss deepened and Renji pressed even harder. He wanted to taste her. He wanted to devour her. He wanted to dominate her. She was going to be his.
He couldn't keep his hands still. He wanted to feel every inch of her. As their lips pressed together forcefully, Miyako grabbed the chest of his robe with one hand and put the other hand on the back of his neck. His hands were moving up and down her back, clenching and unclenching her robe, trying to decide whether or not he wanted to tear it right off. His hands ran down to her buttocks and grasped them, but the fabric was in the way, so he ran his fingers along her waistline and probed the edges of her wrap. A hand came back up to caress her neck and hair, which had begun to loosen. As Renji's exploring hands couldn't find a good spot to hold onto, they eventually came upon her breasts, which had formed at attention upon pressing against his chest. As his fingers slid over the thin wrap fabric, he felt the raised indentation of her nipples and she unconsciously let out a sigh into his mouth. Heat blossomed up within her loins and she kissed harder. Renji's hands eventually traveled within her gaping robe and caressed the small of her bare back, coming around towards her flat belly, moving up her chest again, toying with a soft breast, and then up to her collarbone. He was careful not to disturb her left side, which he knew was still sensitive and could ruin the mood. He pulled away from the kiss and immediately went down to her neck, caressing it with his tongue and nibbling at it hungrily. He wasn't being coy or cute – Renji wanted her, and he let her know it. His bites were hard, but her threshold for pain was high, so combined with the rough caress of his tongue and occasional suckling, it was enough for Miyako to let out small breathy moans of surprise and pleasure.
Her moans only encouraged him, and his kisses only prompted her body to attention. She started to breathe harder from the exhilarating feeling of his lips on her skin, and the movement of her body drove Renji further. Gripping the right collar of her gaping shinigami robe, he yanked it open and started to lick and nibble at her shoulder, then traveled above the wrap near a bulging breast, back up her neck, and eventually back to her mouth. The kisses grew rougher and more forceful. One arm of Miyako's shinigami robe was dangling loose, but Renji knew better than to touch the left side. Miyako instead let it slide to the floor, and Renji's hands were free to caress the bare parts of her body. Sliding down his chest, Miyako's hands started to tug at the white belt that held Renji's shinigami robe in place. The knot slipped loose and the sash fell to the floor, and Miyako used both hands to spread the robe open, purposely running her palms across his bare chest. Renji reached over, pulled off his lieutenant badge, and threw it to the floor as he watched Miyako with darkened eyes as she slowly pulled the robe down his arms. He didn't like to be separated from her lips for that long, however, and he impatiently pulled her to him and kissed her again vigorously, the robe caught at his elbows. They both grew more demanding of each other by the second, and Renji was pressing her into him, wanting to feel the heat of her bare skin against his. As his hand went to her neck to crane her face towards his, the lone chopstick holding her hair in place finally fell loose and clattered to the floor, letting her dark locks cascade down her back.
Renji was getting impatient. He tugged at her wrap in the back. It was in the way. He used one hand to brace her back while he swiftly bent over and gripped the back of her knee, picking her up and immediately kneeling down, placing her on the floor. Hungrily meeting her lips again, Renji had propped himself up on one elbow while he was trying to decide what to do with his free hand. He couldn't seem to control his desire, as his palm caressed her flat belly and his fingers ran along her waistline, tempted to go further down. Then his hand would travel back up to grip her breasts, but they were obscured by the wrap. Normally, in order to remove a wrap, a knot had to be untied and then the Death God would unravel it themselves – but Renji wasn't in the mood for prudence. Reaching behind her back with both hands, he gripped the wrap and tugged. The wrap easily tore under his strength, and Miyako arched her back to give him room to move. Replacing the torn back with a supportive palm, Renji used the other hand to pull the rest of the wrap away, immediately revealing Miyako's bare breasts. With a hot sigh, he immediately closed the gap between them with his lips, desperately licking and sucking at her nipple. Miyako let out a surprised gasp of pleasure and felt a throbbing sensation down below her waistline. His grip on her tightened and he caressed and squeezed her skin, flicking his tongue hungrily over her breasts and alternating back and forth between them, not wanting to leave either of them out of his attention. His hands ran up and down her torso, eventually travelling back down to her waistline and starting to tug at it.
Miyako licked her lips and tossed her head to the side as she felt pleasured and teased at the same time. She was breathing hard and her body squirmed as Renji's rough caress caused ripples to awaken her loins down below. They had abandoned all sense of caution and doubt and now there was no holding back. He wanted all of her and she returned the feeling. As he gripped the waistline of her trousers and pulled her closer to him, he placed his knees in between her legs and she wrapped them around his hips. He was hovering over her and she was still on her back, but his shinigami robe was still hanging at his elbows and hadn't yet slid off. Even though she wanted to completely give in to him and submit to his kisses, her innate sense of the will to fight and be stronger than her opponent still sat in a tiny corner or her mind. She couldn't consciously surrender herself to him. Besides, she was already half naked while he was still almost fully clothed, and it was only fair she return the favor.
Miyako pushed Renji away from her chest and she started to sit up. She pushed him back even further until he had to rock back on his knees, taking her up in his lap. She straddled him and finished what she started; this time more forcefully. She grabbed his shinigami robe and pulled it down the rest of the way, placing her lips on his and putting her tongue in his mouth. Her display of trying to take control aroused Renji and he groaned back, pushing harder against her lips and shrugging off the robe. He wrapped his bare arms completely around her body and pressed her into him, the heat of their naked skin making him even more aroused. The feeling of her bare breasts against Renji's hard chest made Miyako let out a small moan, and her body began to respond to his. She started to rock against him, and the feeling provoked Renji to grip her buttocks tightly in his hands and push her even harder against him. He guided her hips and moved her body for her as they kissed each other forcefully, then one hand traveled up her back and gripped her hair. Miyako's lips tore away from his as he pulled her head back and began to hungrily suck and bite at her neck again, then his tongue ran eagerly along her chest again as he dipped her backwards, arching her back and lifting her breasts to him. All Miyako could do was moan in return, but as if she were making an effort to fight back, she grabbed at his ponytail and it was jerked loose. His dark red hair fell to his shoulders and brushed against her chest as she ran her hands in it and clenched a fistful as she hiked up a leg and rocked her hips into his. Renji thought he would go mad with desire. He had to have her. Now.
Renji lowered her back onto the floor and impatiently pulled at the side-tie of her trousers, pulling the knot loose and loosening the gap at her thigh. He gripped the waistline and hurriedly yanked the pants down to her knees. To his ultimate satisfaction, she was only wearing a tiny bit of wrap – enough to wind around her hips a few times and cover her front area. Her buttocks were exposed. There was a split second of surprise on her face as he had untied her trousers.
"Renji - "
Not wanting to give her time to protest, Renji closed the gap between them by lowering his body over hers and kissing her lips roughly. She responded by wrapping her arms around him, enticing him to go further, and he reached down and pulled his trousers down as well. He was in too much of a hurry to be romantic; they were in the heat of the moment and he was going to take his fill of her. He was completely intoxicated, and he would never be satisfied until he had all of her, as much as he wanted. He would never go so far if she had told him not to, but she didn't object and it drove him into a frenzy. He had never wanted another so much in his life.
Renji's body lowered closer to hers and he lowered a hand down to her abdomen, jerking her bottom wrap loose. His hand slid over the inside of her thighs, causing her to sigh with a moan. He slowly pushed them apart, as far as they would go, but her knees and lower legs were constricted by the trousers, which were still not all the way off. Renji didn't care.
Suddenly, Miyako felt a stinging sensation and an incredibly uncomfortable push. She moaned into his lips as he lowered his hips into her, gently. The pressure built inside of her and the stinging increased as she felt her loins stretch, but she knew what was happening and she didn't stop him. He watched her expression intently and knew that if she was in pain, he would stop. Their lips brushed together and he softly kissed her cheek and ear as she breathed into his. Every time he pushed deeper, she would respond with a groan, but it wasn't because he was hurting her. In fact, it was a mixture of both pain and pleasure, a feeling incredibly new to her, and she liked it. She didn't want Renji to stop.
Renji's head lowered to kiss her neck and he began to rock his body back and forth slowly. Miyako was still getting used to the discomfort, but she began to respond more and more. Eventually, his gentleness ebbed away as she arched against him and he knew that he was allowed to push a little deeper. Miyako was surprised at how quickly the pain had gone and the feeling had started to blossom and grow more potent as she felt him. They were both breathing heavily and Renji's thrusts had started to push her along the floor slowly. Renji was completely dominating her, and although he was thoroughly pleasuring her, her conflicting emotions to fight back started to kick in again.
After Miyako lifted her chest up and pushed against him, they rolled over and she was now on top, but the movements were hard with their trousers still relatively in the way. Renji grabbed her hips and guided them back and forth, but he did not want to be on his back, and she could not properly straddle him. He sat up, flipped her over, and pulled out, causing Miyako to moan loudly. He angrily kicked off his trousers and she did the same, and then they both sat up on their knees, ready to push the other down and start again.
He cupped her jaw and kissed her hard, rubbing a breast with his other hand and trying to push her down. Miyako did not submit this time, however, and as he pushed her backwards into sitting position, she flung a leg around him and pushed him to the side, sitting on top of him and allowing him to penetrate her. He entered with a groan and she took control, rocking back and forth and allowing him to rub her breasts with both hands. Renji still did not like to be on his back. Like Miyako, he always felt that he should be the one in control. With a push, he rolled her over on her back and he was on top of her, kissing her and thrusting into her harder. Her moans were more frequent and she was starting to get louder, so he had to interrupt her with a deep kiss. Both of their spirit forces had started to pulse; hopefully local residents would simply think a spar was going on.
Miyako pushed him up and wanted to flip again. Instead, he backed up and lifted her into his lap. They were both from 11th squad, after all; the sex was not soft, pleasant, or romantic. They wrestled and fought against each other even as they made love – it was rough, it was forceful, it was painful once in awhile, but it was immensely blissful and exhilarating. As they pushed against each other and tried to dominate one another, they became tangled amongst the wraps and abandoned shinigami garb, and they gripped each other tightly and pressed into each other harder, both groaning and breathing even harder. The heat had made them both glisten slightly with sweat and Renji licked her neck and bit it in desperate lust as she arched back for him. He lifted his palms along her back and gripped her shoulders, pushing her down upon him even harder and increasing the rhythm of their hips, thrusting faster. Miyako started to moan and Renji felt her thighs tighten. He dipped his head to nibble and suck at a breast, and she forced herself onto him even harder and faster. Anticipating the building rush of adrenaline, pressure, and overwhelming pleasure, Renji pushed her down onto her back and forced himself into her as she climaxed. Miyako cried out in pleasure but was immediately silenced as Renji's lips and tongue met hers, and she instead moaned into his mouth. She arched her back into his swift thrusts and wrapped her legs around him tightly, gripping his loose hair with one hand and digging her nails into his back with the other. He held onto her tightly, putting both arms under her back and lifting her into him with each push.
It wasn't long before she felt every single one of Renji's muscles tighten as well and he lowered his head, burying his face into her neck and groaning loudly. He bit her neck and sucked at it as he sighed in pleasure, and she nibbled his ear as his thrusts eventually slowed down and he stopped rocking against her. They were both breathing hard, neither of them wanting to move. Renji wanted her to stay in his arms. Miyako didn't want him to let go.
After a long pause, Renji slowly lifted his head and kissed her again, this time slowly and passionately, taking his time and savoring her taste. Both of them were starting to feel the onset of sleep, however, and Renji's body sunk down onto hers as his head lowered back down into her neck. Their hard panting had slowed down to steady breathing, and Renji slowly rolled over onto his back, one leg tangled in shinigami trousers and pieces of Miyako's wrap around him, his hair splayed out on the floor.
Miyako rolled towards him onto her stomach and laid down against his chest, pulling a shinigami robe up over her waist and his, using it to cover them on the floor. Parts of her wrap were entangled around one leg and part of her upper arm. Renji put an arm around her. They hadn't bothered to move to her cot. Sleeping on the wooden floor didn't bother either of them; as long as they slept in each other's arms, nothing else mattered. It would be the first night in a long time either of them would sleep soundly.