AN: You have no idea how much fun I have while writing this! I had to take a short break from 'Unloved' despite the fact that I still have a lot of inspiration and the whole plot, conversations, love scenes and such in my head. But the thing is. that people started to lose interest in 'Unloved', so...It kinda feels sad.
Anyway, enjoy in this thingie now and please make sure to review! Bitter, yet sweet, yellow as the sun...mmmm... LEMON ! :)))
Dedication: I dedicate this chapter to Acherona, a wonderful, supportive friend, great critic of my work, and such a good writer! Since that date is approaching (dunno exactly when, but still), I decided to dedicate this to you as my gift! I hope you will enjoy this as well as the rest of your life in that soon-to-be marriage!!!! I wish it with all my heart! :)
Warnings: LEMON very, very HARD lemon(at least I think so) you've been fairly warned!!!!!!!!!; spoiler of a sort for Fade to Black movie; maybe OOC, dunno if it is.
I apologize if there are any errors in typing or such.
A Vibrant Display of a Thousand Kisses
Chapter 3: United Performance: Zabimaru&Senbonzakura
Renji stared at the document in his hands, blinking repeatedly.
'I should have read the contract before signing it!' he thought. He and Byakuya had signed a contract before they filmed 'A Vibrant Display of a Thousand Kisses'. But he had never bothered to read it in the first place. Now he regretted he had acted so carelessly, thinking that contracts were a mere formality. He felt so stupid and defeated, and shallow. Very, very shallow, for thinking such stupid things like the contracts were good for nothing . Now he knew that they had been written with the reason.
He had counted on that his Captain would read the contract, as he always did, and that there hadn't been any danger in signing it.
Renji's eyes ran over the contract once again. It said that they were obliged to film whatever Matsumoto found that should be filmed, for the sake of Rukongai.
'What a nonsense.' Renji thought. 'They can just collect the damn money without filming and such!' He looked at Byakuya, who was sitting on the opposite side of him, in his chair, waiting for the redhead to finish processing the new information.
"But you said you read the contract..."
"I did." Byakuya confirmed.
"And according to this, we must film a porn?!" Byakuya nodded his head.
"You boys were so great that we had to print extra tickets. And after they were sold out, that still wasn't enough! Many people came to watch you and they were so thrilled! They want more, and, according to the contract, you are obliged to film some more. The survey I conducted..."
He remembered Matsumoto's annoying voice and his words. According to the survey, the bunch of very, very perverted ladies and gentlemen wanted the damn porn to be filmed. Because of that, Byakuya had summoned him to discuss about the details.
Never in his llife had he thought he would be discussing with his captain the matters of their intercourse on screen. 'God! What is he thinking?! How can he take this so calmly?!' he thought.
"The audience left us some choices to make it easier for us, since this is quite an uncomfortable situation." Byakuya said. "That is why I summoned you."
'There is no way escaping this, right?' Renji thought desperately. "Ok. If this is 'for the sake of Rukongai', shoot it."
Byakuya frowned, he himself a bit uncomfortable and embarrassed by the situation he was trapped in, but, as one captain, he had to take the burden and act stoically. Plus, if kissing with Renji hadn't been bad, making love couldn't be worse, he presumed, although the very thought of having an intercourse with the person of the same sex, with the his subordinate, no less, was making him feel a bit uncomfortable. He cleared his throat.
"We need to fill this form and submit it to the Shinigami Women's Association. First question..." he found it hard to talk in such a foul language, the language of rude and perverted people. "Hard or soft porn?"
"Really, what's the difference if it's the porn?" Renji snorted, but quickly apologized for his rude reply. Byakuya ignored it.
"It says that if we film the soft porn, our genitals would not be seen."
"Then I vote for the soft porn!" Renji said immediately, thinking that if his superior's genitals were to be exposed, that would severely harm his reputation. It had already been marred....No...He had become more popular, in a positive way, by some miracle. But he knew that Byakuya would never want to have such a reputation. Speaking of which, neither did he. His own genitals were his own business.
"I agree." Byakuya calmly said, circling the 'soft porn' option. "Next. Script or without script."
What were they to say to each other, anyway? It was a damn, plotless porn! Renji hated those porns he had seen in the real world, with some kind of a plot. It had been shallow, just in order to not be a mere fucking. So he decided that plotless, soft fucking was good enough to be a porn.
"Without." Byakuya circled 'without sctipt', and moved on, as if it was the most normal thing the superior and subordinate would discuss about. "Next. Special effects." Renji's looked at his captain in question.
"For the porn?!" he asked, suspiciously.
"I think they thought about the atmosphere. I heard people decorate the room with candles, satin sheets, and such." Byakuya replied, still indifferent.
'Heard?! Only heard?! But that's the common sense! If you want to seduce a woman, you need to follow that romantic crap!' Renji looked at his captain in disbelief. 'Well, for the whores..that's the different story, though...I wonder how in all hells he seduced his wife! Or could it be that it's been that long and he forgot?!...No, no...I'm being impolite! Don't think that way about the Captain!!!' Renji gulped. "Did you have something in mind, sir?"
Byakuya looked aside.
"Since I dislike unfinished or poorly done business, I thought about it. And I think that for this purpose, it is alright to misuse our bankai."
"What do you mean?" But Byakuya didn't say a thing more.
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The 12th Squad didn't waste even a second. They had designed a camera that would record everything that seemed to be juicy in what Byakuya and Renji would do. Holding that thing in his hands, Renji was frowning, suspiciously. He didn't like how the thing looked, with one large eye instead of the lens, blinking while looking at him. it could float and go all around the couple, recording from above, even.
They were at Renji's place, in his average sized bedroom with one futon and access to the small garden. They were told that their intercourse would go live. As written in the contract, Matsumoto had right to do that. Which, translated into Renji's language, meant:'SHIT!'
Byakuya took it from his soon-to-be partner, who was in his hakama only. The noble's face was as serene as ever. The live was to start in a minute.
"Would this place be right?" he asked the redhead, placing the camera in one corner.
'I guess so." the lieutenant replied, not seeing the purpose in placing it anywhere, since it would come to them and record them from every possible angle. "Unrevealed genitals, my ass!" he muttered.
Byakuya took off his kimono and he, as well, remained in his hakama only. He was of slim, athletic built, his skin aristocratically pale, the contrast to his hair, which was dark as night. Without the kenseikan, it was falling delicately over his eyes. One of his ears was visible between the two strands of hair; ear shell had the sharp top, as if the elf would have, but more refined. You could mistake him for the fragile, beautiful man, but, in fact, he was lethal to his enemies.
Renji followed him to the futon, where both of them lay down on their backs. Byakuya then positioned himself on top of his subordinate, starting his 'duty' that instant. He placed a small kiss on the redhead's lips, to encourage him. To both of them, this should have gone easy, they already knew this path. They had done this before.
Renji parted his mouth mechanically, much for the show, imagining all the sighs of crazed and frustrated women and perverted men who once claimed to be homophobes. Byakuya's lips tasted nice, but at the very thought of what followed next and that it went live, he felt nauseated. Not in a million years would he enjoy it, let alone become aroused.
Byakuya noticed that something was off; anybody could notice when their partner was moving his lips mechanically, and when willingly. Following his role as a lover, he nuzzled Renji's cheek all the way to his ear, pressing his lips sligtly to the redhead's ear, pretending he was kissing it. He was talking to him, instead, in a husky, seductive voice, in order to relax and encourage the younger.
"You need to relax in order to do the task, Renji...We have done this before, this shouldn't be strange to you..." he purred, continuing down with his lips, placing light kisses; kisses which Renji barely felt, as if they were a breeze. He closed his eyes, driven by the atmosphere; the dim light of the candles, soft scent of cherry his Captain emitted...everything that could make him forget the strange camera and the awkward audience.
He hugged Byakuya, moving his hands up and down his broad shoulders, his strong back, all the way to where his hakama hid the Captain's hips. Then he moved up again, this time more roughly, as Byakuya crashed their lips together in a kiss neither rough nor too gentle. Their tongues massaged each other for a few moments before their owners split in order to kiss again, and again, and again...while Byakuya's hands caressed Renji's upper arms harsher and faster.
They were in the mood now, Renji evidently more relaxed. He enjoyed the softness of Byakuya's skin under his palms, so smooth and delicate, unmarred by the battles he had been in. So dangerous, yet so gentle as a flower petal. So fragile, yet so strong. He opened the eyes for a second, only to see Byakuya's dreamy face once again, as the older separated their lips, which now attacked his tattooed neck. This became more and more enjoyable for the 'Rukongai street rat', while he was slowly melting in the warmth of Byakuya's body.
He couldn't help but spread his legs, enveloping his superior's hips with his strong, slim legs, pulling him closer; his finger found their way to that thick, perfectly black hair, running through it ever so gently; petting his Captain, claiming his hair as their greatest treasue. Renji's fingers had never met with something so soft and elegant.
Byakuya's tongue was licking the tattooed skin as his teeth were teasing it, palyully, passionately; both men had suprassed the child's game of tenderness; passion was what was bringing them close, despite the social difference and the difference in sex.
The raven haired man shifted down to Renji's collarbone, supporting himself by gripping the futon on the each side of his prey. He was placing small, fierce kisses along the both collarbones, slowly going down to the chest, a trace of saliva visible where his tongue crossed. The dried saliva was getting cold, sending shivers down Renji's body. When Byakuya's lips found their way to the tattooes on his belly, the redhead's breathing had already been sped considerably; his chest going up and down rapidly.
The camera zoomed in the exotic sight: lustful, pink tongue was following the lines of the tattooes on the flat, muscular belly. It followed the trajectory of the noble's tongue, all the way to the obi which held Renji's hakama in place. When the raven haired man reached that place, leaving Renji almost breathless, he looked up at the redhead, who was looking at him through half opened eyes. Renji was blushing.
The noble observed him thoroughly for a few seconds. He shook his head, reaching for his katana that was lying beside the futon. Renji panicked a little, following the movements of Byakuya's arm with his red eyes. But he neither spoke nor moved. Byakuya took his zanpakuto, still looking at Renji with a cold, yet warm look.
"Scatter, Senbonzakura." he whispered and a thousand of petal-like blades scattered all around them. With his mind, Byakuya controlled them in that manner that nobody from the outside could see them.
Everything was pink around them, many blades floating around them, and looking up at his partner, encircled by the deadly petals, for the first time, Renji thought how Byakuya was beautiful. It reminded him of that time when Byakuya had been making his sand sculpture. Priceless sight. Such a serene expression, with a note of loneliness which people didn't see, or refused to see, or simply couldn't. But here, before him, Byakuya was looking at him with a look full of kindness, with emotion and shine in his intelligent eye, just like when he had been watching Rukia cry over those twins who had died. Such an honest, vulnerable look of which Renji shivered as if in fever.
So this was Byakuya. Only when they were trapped in this lovely sakura cage did he let his subordinate see his true self, one alone man, who had chosen to be alone, yet at the same time, pleaded for attention, secretly, deep down.
Excited by what he saw, he overthrew him, so that he was now on top of his superior, attacking his pale, swan-like neck, biting the skin furiously, untying the obi in order to rid of the unnecessary hakama of his beloved Captain. God, his body was radiating even more warmth now.
Byakuya hugged Renji tightly, his eyes firmly closed. He frowned, sighing and sweating, wrapping his legs around Renji's waist, pulling him closer, feeling the two arousals brush against each other. At that time, Renji tossed obi aside, separating his heated lips from Byakuya's neck in order to undress him. The raven haired man was aware enought to help by finishing with Renji's own obi, which he had started untying while he had been on top.
Completely naked, Byakuya lay on his back again, pulling Renji on top of him. They were wrapped in each other's heat, as their arousals rubbed against each other. It was beyond description for both men how good it felt, one shaft against another, warm and stiff, foreskins moving, while one up, the foreskin of another's down. Renji was going back and forth, squeezed by Byakuya's strong legs, hands cupping Byakuya's perfect, pale face.
The Capain seemed so lost in ecstasy, now digging his nails in Renji's upper arms, biting his lower lip while looking at the red haired beast, who continued moving forward and backward. For the first time in his life, he felt the joys of dry fucking, Renji's precum mixing with his own. His vision was blurred, he frowned even deeper, bit on his lower lip harder, as Renji was going faster and faster...until he stopped.
The redhead barely managed to stop, with one rough movement of his furious hips, creating a strong sensation in both penises. Byakuya gasped, mercilessly gripping Renji's biceps in protest. His subordinate moaned, overwhelmed by the joyous signals his crotch sent throughout his strong body. He took his own katana.
"Hihio, Zabimaru..." he moaned, and his bankai materialized. Byakuya leaned his back against it. His lips were captured in a fierce kiss, Renji's tongue almost to the back of Byakuya's throat. He almost choke. The lack of oxygen caused slight twitches in his wet penis, and before he could come to his senses, Renji's mouth encircled the pulsing rod, tasting the warm, salty precum.
The Captain's eyes widened as he saw Renji's head between his legs.
"You don't need to.." he barely whispered, but Renji didn't listen. It was the first time for him to perform oral sex on a male. However, he found a sudden urge to suck off Byakuya, to give him pleasure, to see some more of his vulnerable face expressions. He would do it like he saw his former girfriends had done so many times before.
He gently licked from the base to the tip, feeling the shaft twitch under his tongue. Then he took it completely in his mouth, not for a second thinking about how this was the first time he saw his Captan's cock, and that the length was...more than average. No wonder, Byakuya excelled in everything.
He swallowed it to the end, and with one rough movement he almost dropped it out of his mouth, Then he repeated the same action, violently shoving the thing in his mouth, moving the foreskin down. Byakuya gasped again, gripping the long, red hair between his long, slim, aristocratic fingers, looking down in the redhead's direction with half-opened eyes. Not that he could see a thing, blinded by sudden rush of lust, enjoying every wave of pleasure Renji was sending by sucking on his cock. He sucked hard, mercilessly, looking with his left eye the reactions of his beloved Byakuya, his temptation, his desire, the man for who he had dropped his pride as a male. This gracious man was writhing, his hair spread around his head, over Zabimaru's bones; he was gripping that demonic, red hair, the color of lust and passion.
Renji was sucking faster and faster, rolling his eyes in pleasure when seeing Byakuya in such an ecstatic state, out of his reason, out of his calm and composed self. He himself was unable to comprehend how possible it was for one man to feel so good while sucking on another, taking the, now much, much hotter length in his mouth. He moaned and stopped sucking, pulling Byakuya's shaft in order to access his balls, licking them and taking them into his mouth as if they were some sweet, round fruit. Then he let go, to see the older panting, running his fingers through his red locks with such devotion that it almost broke the redhead's heart.
There was something more than a mere lust in their behavior. There was that care with which Renji sucked on him and the way Byakuya caressed his cheeks, straightening up to ride Renji.
They shared a quick, somewhat loving kiss before Byakuya started to move his hips up and down, back and forth, rewarding Renji for all the efforts he had made in order to make him enjoy.
"No, Captain..."
"We have come thus far." Byakuya said, not feeling loneliness anymore. Never in his life did he believe that sex could be something so wonderful with another man; not pure fucking; it contained such a meaning behind each movement, kiss, thrust. Was it even possible, or was he hallucinating?
Renji wanted to ask if it hurt, but Byakuya moved again, interrupting his train of thought. His thoughts became erratic again, and all he could see were those pink blades that danced around them in darkness...millions of them, all around, illuminating only them in that limited universe only the two of them inhabited.
'Is it possible for sex to be so good with a man....?'
Renji hugged the older, Byakuya's chin rested on top of his head. His entire body was shivering, breath coming out discontinously, in sharp gasps, nails tearing skin on Renji's back. Lost in sensations, he couldn't entirely control Senbonzakura, so five or six blades found their way to Renji's skin, marring it in several places: over his back, upper arms, and his right thigh. The pain caused even greater pleasure to the redhead, and Renji moaned loudly.
Byakuya leaned down, kissing Renji tenderly yet hungrily. He pulled away, arching his back in an impossible angle, tilting his head back. Renji used the oportunity and planted several quick kisses down the pale throat. He watched as his partner climaxed, tremblng and arching, and he listened to Byakuya's moans of which the heir wasn't even aware. Otherwise, he would be very embarrassed, for it wasn't in his nature to act this immorally. But he enjoyed every second of it.
Suddenly, he felt the spurts of warmth invade his aching insides, calming the irritated flesh. He looked down to see Renji in such a way that he thought he would get hard once again. He looked so adorable while having an orgasm, a strong one, no doubt. His hair was hiding a part of his face and only one of his eyes was revealed, clouded by lust and respect he had for him.
"Renji..." he removed the strands of the crimson from his face. He looked as composed as ever, totally recovered from his orgasm. Renji lay on his back, running a hand through his red locks.
"I-I apologize..." he whispered, but Byakuya stopped him from saying more by a soft kiss.
Only then did Byakuya realize what had happened, how he had acted, as a prostitute, moaning and gasping.
"I should be the one to apologize." he said coldly.
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AN: Well, folks...that would be it! If you want the continuation, please PM me and tell me some ideas...I want to make you happy, since you made me happy!
