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A Vibrant Display of a Thousand Kisses

Chapter 5: The Wounds

It had been ten days since he had been sent to the real world. He didn't know what exactly his mission was, but he presumed that he had no actual mission. Byakuya wanted to preserve him from malicious comments of his fellows shinigami. The redhead was still confused, his vanity had been hurt that night, when he had slept with his captain. He had felt discarded then. Like a whore. Or even worse.

The man who had said that they should forget everything that had happened between them, was standing before him with his suitcase. Renji blinked several times, in bewilderment. He could not number any reason why Kuchiki Byakuya had come to Karakura. But he stepped aside, never asking the cause. Byakuya entered, without a word, and Renji took his suitcase.

"I plan on staying here for three days. Prepare my room." he requested, scanning the room with his merciless look. His lieutenant was surprisingly neat. He couldn't find even a speck of dust. He still wasn't used to Japanese contemporary architecture. It wasn't like in Seireitei. He looked at his subordinate in question.

"Yes, Captain!" Renji bowed. "This way, sir!" he led Byakuya to the small living room, pointing at the couch. "Please sit, make yourself comfortable." Byakuya sat on the couch, his back straight like an arrow. Renji stole a glance at his captain. 'He really is graceful' he thought, and then disappeared to place Byakuya's belongings in the guest room, which he, luckily, had.

When he returned, Byakuya was still sitting still, looking at nothing in particular. "I'd like to have some tea." he exclaimed. Renji bowed and went to the kitchen. At the moment, his mind was so blank, he was so numb, to think about anything. He just followed the orders.

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Hisagi Shuuhei had been extremely careful when he had followed Kuchiki Byakuya through the senkei gate. His heart had almost sunk when he heard that Renji was in the real world, which decreased the chance for the redhead and the Kuchiki heir to sleep together. 'Not that they naturally would' Shuuhei thought. He still thought it was just a good performance, that nothing really happened. 'Those fools really think that they had sex!' he chuckled. 'Captain Kuchiki and Abarai-san really tricked them!'. But he followed anyway. It was Rangiku who had asked him.

He was equipped with a regular, cheap camera, which he had bought on his way to Renji's house. It was night now, and he was hiding in the bushes under the window of Renji's room, waiting for the right opportunity.

Just as he was about to climb, a hand on his shoulder stopped him. He turned around.

"Kira?"he whispered. Then he looked at the person beside him. It was that Quincy boy. "What the hell are you doing here?!" he hissed.

"Now, now. Hisagi-san! We're just here to help!" Kira winked. Then he explained how he had run into Ishida that morning, who happened to be in Seireitei, together with Kurosaki Ichigo, to investigate some minor case the old man ordered them to. After some brief explanations, Ishida had said that Hisagi was going to die if he was to be discovered, climbing the wall and recording all by himself. So he had gone to Nemu, who had helped him with his weapon once, and she had given him something...

"...Microscopic night vision cameras! Well, they are visible if you really try to see them. But they shouldn't be visible in dark. Ishida-san took ten of them, to place them in right places, so that the audience would enjoy. Of course, we won't reveal their geintals, we should at least..."

"Kira...why are you rambling that much? Are you that much interested in their bed activities? What is wrong with all of you, people?!" Hisagi demanded.

"Eh..well, I just wanna help you! Senbonzakura is really nasty when in shikai! You saw how Abarai-san looked..."

"Ok, ok." Hisagi waved his hand. "But what about you?" he looked at Ishida, who frowned.

"When Kira-san explained the situation to me, I thought I could help, that's all." he said. Hisagi doubted. Everybody was interested in that Byakuya-Renji-fuck-till-you-pass-out thing. Even the toughest guys, Hisagi mused.

He accepted Kira's and Ishida's help and they made a deal to place the cameras the next day, when Byakuya and Renji would probably be out.

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The air around Byakuya the following morning was heavy. It proceeded to be that way the entire day, and Renji was doing his best to be out of his way as much as he could. His face looked tired. It was obvious that he couldn't sleep properly the night before, and Renji didn't dare to ask if anything was wrong with the futon or anything.

In the early evening, the Kuchiki heir took his jacket and went out. Renji looked at him in question, with the tray with the tea set in his hands. His genuine intentions to cheer him up just a little bit, by serving him his usual evening tea, were in vain. He lowered his head, returning to the kitchen.

Abarai Renji was confused.

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After three hours, Renji decided to look for his captain. He didn't need to look for him at all; Kuchiki Byakuya was sitting under the sakura tree across the street. The redhead quirked his eyebrow in question.

He found himself in front of the dark haired man. His own legs had brought him to his leader, on their own. Byakuya was leaned against the tree, pink petals floating in air like the snowflakes, landing on his shoulders, arms, knees...The man looked desperate.

"Captain...are you alright?" he asked gently, kneeling before him. The silence had stretched into eternity before Byakuya finally spoke, looking somehere down.

"Today is fifty five years since Hisana's death" he said in a low voice. Abarai Renji was confused. He was kneeling before the man who not only was his captain, but the man who had slept with him. There was a meaning to their lovemaking. It was something that others couldn't see. Only their lovemaking. Ptivate show. Sudden lust, need to be in warm...Abarai Renji was really, really confused.

All of a sudden, he started to wonder, how was it with Kuchiki Hisana? She had never loved Byakuya. But they must have slept together since they had been married. Had he been gentle towards her? Rough? Had he restrained himself? Renji mentally shook his head, noticing the way of his thinking was unhealthy.

So, Byakuya still loved Hisana. Even after fifty five years without her. Even though he knew he had been the only one who loved. The redhead nodded, presuming that Byakuya preferred to be alone. Despite the fact he wanted to understand this man and his lament, he couldn't.

"I see. I'll leave you alone then." he said. "I'm going to the store now. You need anything?" Byakuya ignored him.

Renji stood up, not even bothering to remove the dust from his jeans, and headed to the nearest convenience store. The very fact that Byakuya was still thinking about his wife hurt him deeply, in spite of him being nobody to this ruthless man. And Byakuya's eyes...Full of pain...Renji felt heartbroken. Did that mean he was in love, then?

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The creak of the door found its way to the redhead's hearing center, which caused the reaction in his brain which commanded his left eye to open up a bit. It closed for a brief moment, and then opened again, due to the dim light coming from the hall. He recognized the silhouette who closed the door behind.

"Renji...are you sleeping?" Byakuya asked. He felt a lot uneasy about the things he was doing and about to do right now. But he felt so lonely and desolate and, besides, he was in the real world, off duty. He had escaped the gossips and everything unpleasant in Seireitei, because of this sorrowful, special day. He needed silence. But he changed his plans.

"No, sir." Renji said. "What's wrong? You can't sleep?" the redhead asked.

"It appears that I cannot, so I was hoping that I could sleep there...with you." he barely managed to utter the words. The words of humiliation. His plea for help. He was so embarrassed that he didn't even listen to what Renji had to say in reply, he just found his way to Renji's futon. The redhed made some space for him, still taken aback by Byakuya's words and actions.

The raven haired man placed his katana beside the futon, sliding under the covers. He was wearing a white shirt and underwear. He thought that when in the real world, he didn't need to be so stiff. Even Kuchiki Byakuya had his bright side.

They were looking at each other for several moments, and then Byakuya slowly got closer, cupping Renji's cheek with his right hand, sealing his lips with a tender kiss. Before Renji could collect his thoughts, he found Byakuya on top of him, caressing him everywhere, deepening the kiss which was demanding now, Byakuya's tongue all the way to the redhead's throat. Not that Renji minded. He wrapped his strong arms around Byakuya, running his hands over the smooth skin of his back.

Without preparation, without a warning, Byakuya entered him, fucking him hard and fast, but Renji didn't mind him taking out all the frustration on him. It hurt, it hurt so much, there wasn't any pleasure in that intercourse, except for kisses they exchanged from time to time. Byakuya was exhaling small puffs of air beside Renji's ear; the black hair stuck to his aristocratic face. Renji closed his eyes frimly, tilting his head aside. He kept the cover over their lower parts, gripping it, making a mess of it. He was holding Byakuya tightly, encouraging him to go deeper, to ram into him with all his might, if that was what could make him feel any better.

His heart ached, but he bit his lower lip and held his captain tighter, knowing very well that he couldn't have this man's soul. Byakuya came hard, slowing down, trembling and breathing discontinuously. When the last spurt was out, he stopped, placing his tired head on Renji's chest, sensing the erratic breathing of his subordinate. All Renji could do after something so painful, was to play with the other's hair before the sleep took over.

He noticed Byakuya was looking at something, narrowing his eyes to see better in the darkness.

"Renji, use Shakkaho." he whispered. "And illuminate that wall." he pointed at the wall with his chin. Renji did as he was told, still not sure why his captain had asked him to do such a thing.

Byakuya frowned. "Those bastards." he said, taking his katana. "Scatter, Senbonzakura."

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"Those bastards." Renji muttered, entirely sure that Senbonzakura had eliminated all the cameras in the room. He collected ten destroyed items. They were still naked, collecting the remains of those poor cameras.

Byakuya noticed that Renji was limping.

"Does it hurt?" he asked. Renji turned to look at him.

"A bit, yes." In fact, it hurt like hell.

"Let me see." Byakuya offered, pointing a red shining ball at Renji's lower back. He frowned. "You're bleeding." he said. Renji touched the aching spot, feeling a sticky liquid under his fingetips.

"It's nothing." he said, and headed to the bathroom. Byakuya followed.

"Let me help you."

"No, Captain. It's embarrassing."

"It is my fault."

"Don't worry about that." he waved his hand. "You shouldn't go that low..."

"No, Renji." Byakuya insisted. "Let me tend to your wound."

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After rinsing the aching anus, Renji applied some baby powder to it, found some clean underwear, and headed to his futon. Byakuya threw the bloody tissues in the wastebasket, and then decided to take a shower. He felt terribly dirty and guilty, and needed to settle his chaotic thoughts. Renji was waiting for him, wrapped in the clean sheets.

When he dried himself off, he lay next to his lieutenant, placing a butterfly kiss on his shoulder. He felt Renji's body stiffen.

"Does it hurt now?" Byakuya asked. "I was too careless." he added.

"It's nothing, Captain." Renji said, tired, even more confused than before. Byakuya had never been kind. What was this, now?

Byakuya removed the hair from his tattooed neck, caressing the skin with his soft fingertips.

"Turn around." he ordered. Renji obliged, shifting his body so that he was on his back now. He found Byakuya leaning over him, his dark hair falling over his face. He kissed the redhead deeply, for several minutes before he withdrew. Their noses were touching.

'The next thing you would say is to forget it again' Renji thought. How could he? And more importantly, who was this man looking at him?

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