AN: Hi, guys! Here I come, with a new chapter! I hope that you will like it and review it like the previous time. Please, please, please, review! I'm not asking much! Also, the next chapter or the chapter after that will be the last one. Sorry for the errors. They are mostly made because I write in a hurry and all. Busy student has no time...
Warnings: LONG LEMON!!!.Yes, that's right. Another one. Just for you. I just love this pairing!
Maybe a bit OOC, but I leave to you to decide.
A Vibrant Display of a Thousand Kisses
Chapter 6: Back to Seireitei
It had already been a month since Byakuya's arrival to Karakura. Ever since that rough sex with the raven haired man, they acted as if they were a couple. At first, it felt a bit strange to the redhead, the way they behaved. Without a single word about it, they started with some usual things couples that lived together did. Renji had had to learn how to do housework by looking at little Ururu. Eventually he had learned, and decided to live separately from Urahara-san and that unbearable brat Jinta.
Byakuya and Renji would always do housework together; for instance, while Byakuya was doing the laundry, Renji would do the ironing. Or if Renji would try to fix something for dinner, Byakuya would help him as best as he could, or set the table, or something else. It seemed strange for one noble to do such things, but Byakuya had explained to Renji that he didn't want just to sit there and watch the redhead do all the work. First of all, Byakuya wasn't a slacker and never would be.
Secondly, they practically lived together, shared Renji's futon (Byakuya's room was long forgotten), made love on daily basis, even went to the supermarket together. Sometimes, when the meal they had prepared wasn't edible (in most cases), they would have their dinner out. They really behaved like a couple, and they were getting along. Not much talk, but every conversation they picked up was pleasant and the atmosphere in general was calm.
Byakuya would sometimes read a book and talk about interesting parts that he had read. Renji would listen and discuss them with him. And it felt nice, to talk about something that wasn't a battle, a cheap whore, or sake. For a change, he enjoyed talking profoundly with his captain.
Byakuya had taught him to play chess. Renji had asked him once why people said that chess was useful, when it could not improve a war strategy in real life.
"In chess, it is not strategy that can be of use to you in real life. It is concentration." he had replied. Renji had observed him with astonishment; Byakuya's face was the same, his words mouthed without a trace of disdain. It was a simple explanation. A perfection.
Renji was touched by the way they talked. It was like some kind of acknowledgment. With every spoken word, with every meal prepared, with every nighttime walk, they appeared more equal, more like common people. The redhead was in love. It didn't matter anymore, the gender, the position. At the moment, the fact that they were together was so appealing to him, that he didn't care what tomorrow could bring.
Byakuya had told him that he had finished all the work in the squad, so they would spend some time hiding in the real world, until the fuss about their sexual intercourse passed.
"Knowing Matsumoto, she will come up with new perversions in no time and leave us alone." Renji told him.
"I hope so." the noble said.
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At the beginning of their second month, Byakuya told something which seemed like the acknowledgement of their relationship.
"I believe we agree that this kind of behavior is to be terminated when we go back to Seireitei, which will happen in month." His statement was cold, emotionless, formal. Renji's stomach protested. His heart painfully clenched like a fist.
"Yes...Byakuya." he said, seeing no other way but to agree. "I understand." The call of his lover's name was always hesitant, despite the fact that he was allowed to call Byakuya by his given name.
He was wondering which Byakuya was real? The strict, unforgiving one from Seireitei, or this one: calm, silent, caring Byakuya from Karakura. Was he pretending to be like this, or did he pretend that he was a ruthless captain? The latter was less probable, since, Renji knew, all the concepts of Byakuya's behavior in Seireitei were due to his firm principles. Therefore, the redhead decided that this Byakuya was fake one, relaxed a bit because he was off duty here and simply experimented a bit. There was no other explanation.
Even though their relationship was perfectly balanced, it wasn't real.
'Just a mirage.' the redhead thought, while lying next to sleeping Byakuya, arms crossed over his chest. 'My boyfriend...My lover.' he was thinking about the words and meanings, and the irony of life. His longest relationship, and with a man. In Karakura, when off duty, they were equal. So it was just a man. Like any other. 'My equal. Yet I still respect him as wiser and better than me. I still have a lot to learn from and about him.' The latter was impossible. In a month, they would be on their old terms.
Which one was Byakuya? He still hoped that the Byakuya from Karakura was the one. But still...It was also the truth that Kuchiki Byakuya was raised to be a cocky noble, cold and good at hiding his emotions.
"Can't sleep?" a deep, sleepy voice interrupted his train of thought. He turned to look at that dreamy face, those shiny eyes in darkness. 'The only shadow which is visible even in dark...' To Renji's surprise, the older leaned over him, and was looking at him in a seductive way, the look he had never seen in the noble's eyes. In the real world, Byakuya was just a little less colder. That was the only thing that mattered.
The dark haired man captured Renji's lips in a shallow kiss, then moved to suck on his neck gently, almost affectionately. The noble's slender hands were wandering all over Renji's body, touching sensitive place and removing pieces of clothing in the process. Actually, only one: the boxers. First he ran his palm over the sleeping flesh which twitched at the contact. Renji shivered slightly, electricity spreading through his nerve system. Then the offending hand removed the cloth with ease, leaving him completely naked.
Now Byakuya's movements became rougher, his hand found its way around Renji's cock, pumping it a bit; the kisses on the neck became rmore violent and turned into hard sucking and biting. Byakuya released Renji's cock, running his cold palm over the redhead's belly and chest up and down several times so eagerly.
While being ravished, Renji was still wondering. 'Which one is it?' he thought desperately. He entangled his fingers into the silky black, pulling Byakuya's head closer, wanting him to suck on his neck more. The redhead noticed that the noble's breathing was now erratic, hands were nervous, and were going lower and lower, taking once again his half-aroused cock. The noble's hand, which was in the real world just a hand of a mere human, was jerking the flesh faster now. Byakuya barely suppressed a moan, eager to explore more, kiss and touch more, stroke faster, do so, so many arousing and pleasant things to his lover.
Suddenly, Byakuya withdrew. His face was blank, which meant he had regained his composure. No trace of passion at all. Abandoned, Renji's penis twitched in discomfort. But not long after, it was encircled by the wet cavern. Renji gaped in shock, but couldn't protest because the sensation was wonderful, the signals were driving his nerve system insane; his entire body was in small spasms.
The impossibly black hair fell over the pale shoulders and over Byakuya's entire face, and all Renji could see was a hand that pumped his aching member and mouth that was following the hand. But he wanted to see so much more of Byakuya's face. He wondered how it tasted; did the noble like it. Slowly, he reached to the noble's hair, removing it from his face. He kept his hand on top of Byakuya's head, holding his hair in place. The Captain of 6th Squad's eyes were firmly shut, his face serene. He kept on pulling the sensitive foreskin up and pushing it down, slowly, in even rhythms.
When his mouth got used to the somewhat sour, but at the same time salty and sweet cock, he sucked on Renji more violently, pushing the foreskin down mercilessly and pulling it up so eagerly, that, literary, Renji could see only stars. The redhead shut his eyes firmly, pulling Byakuya's hair a bit, every comprehensible thought almost escaped his grip. All he could feel was the pleasure of being sucked off, and his cock was getting harder and harder. He sunk into the sheets, breathing heavily, his back arched a bit. The sheets beneath him were soaked in his sweat, as well as his wild, red hair.
The man between his legs stopped sucking and started licking the base of his cock all the way to its head in hungry, impatient licks, then the playful tongue moved to lick the sack of his balls. The circular motion of that pink flesh ignited the offended testicles, and the rod in Byakuya's hand became even harder. The Kuchiki heir attacked Renji's hardness again, sucking on so hungrily, without any thoughts left in his brain. For the first time he was driven by passion, by carnal desire.
Renji barely opened his eyes to see the older frowning, but not in disgust. He was obviously hard down there as well, and completely devoted to the pulsing rod of the redhead, endlessly delighted by the hot manhood in his mouth. The redhead barely managed a smirk of satisfaction. So sinful...So sweet...So lovely.
Renji couldn't stop himself anymore from bucking his hips up to meet with Byakuya's mouth, which welcomed him with so much love. Love...he could feel it, it was bittersweet...Or something resembling love. Byakuya would never do something without a reason...He was not a shallow man. Or so Renji hoped....hoped desperately. With each Renji's thrust, the cock went all the way to Byakuya's throat and he was making small choking noices. His throat protested a little, but his vocal cords purred in delight. He was taking in the beautiful and thick length greedily, licking in circular motions, teasing, and sucking.
He felt his hair was clutched and it hurt a little, but not much. Other Renji's hand clutched the sheets and Byakuya knew his lover was nearing his climax. With last final sucks and thrusts, Renji rolled his eyes, arching his back, almost losing consciousness. Several strong, hot streams invaded Byakuya's mouth, and he was taking it all, swallowing. It tasted on salt. It was warm....the essence of Abarai Renji.
Paniting, Renji looked at him. His face was once again calm, but his look was wicked. He licked his lips several times. Renji frowned. 'Does this mean he swallowed it...?' It was so unlike Byakuya. Like he was the third Byakuya. A different person. "You didn't have to..." he barely managed to say, yet those were just some strange noises coming from his throat. He couldn't utter any comprehensible sentence. He couldn't even move.
Byakuya kissed his sweaty inner thigh, admiring those strong, well-trained muscles. 'My soldier.' he thought, possessively. 'My. ' He continued touching him everywhere, noticing that the redhead's entire skin was so hot, as if Renji were in fever. All hot.
He captured Renji's trembling lips into several shallow kisses which soon turned into deeper, slower kisses. Renji placed the noble on his back, gracing his pale lips with short, tender kisses; kisses full of something unspoken, something like dissatisfaction, pain. His hand found its way to Byakuya's swollen cock, which was hard and was aching in anticipation. Precum was pouring down it. He stroked it several times before he straddled the older.
Slowly, he guided Byakuya's cock with his hand and carefully let it enter him. He sat like that for a few seconds, adjusting himself to the foreign body in his system. Then he started moving slowly, looking at Byakuya with a daring look full of desire, full of painfully unspoken words. The redhead didn't want to be abandoned. He craved for all the silent warmth, love, and understanding they had developed. 'We're something more!'
With time, he accelerated more and more, seeing that Byakuya liked it, judging by the nails deeply dug into his hips, clouded silver eyes, frowning face, lower lip bitten to the point of bleeding. The way Renji liked it. All red.
His speed was such that he was practically jumping, while Byakuya's strong arms were pulling him violently down over and over again. Soon, Renji averted his look, looking somewhere down, hair hiding his face. He was jumping and jumping and jumping, creating strong sensationsthroughout both their bodies.
Like a wild, tattooed, exotic animal. Byakuya released a muffled moan of pleasure. In some moments, Renji's movements hurt, but to Byakuya, that pain was sweet. He knew that Renji loved him and didn't want to break up, but he had to understand that Karakura was just a dream, and Seireitei a cruel reality. Renji was angry. Renji wanted them to merge into one, in his own, sick, sexual way. Damn erotic way. Loving way. Byakuya was losing his train of thought.
Later on, Renji gave him such a strong orgasm that Byakuya thought he would suffer a heart attack. It was so long and intense, spreading warmth throughout his body. The beautiful tattooed man collapsed over Byakuya. His body was even hotter than before.
'Why is your skin so cold?' Renji thought. 'Even your skin...' His face was buried in Byakuya's neck, his warm breath tickling the noble's ear. Renji managed to lift his head up a bit, enough to place several short, sloppy kisses on Byakuya's unmoving lips. The pale lips moved after some kisses, kissing back slowly. The dark haired man entangled his fingers in Renji's hair, pulling him closer. They continued kissing until Byakuya stopped trembling. Long, tender, deep kisses.
When Byakuya figured that Renji hadn't stopped shivering, and that he was still hot, he released him. Renji rolled onto his back.
"You have a fever" the Kuchiki stated. "Why?" it was impossible that it was because of sex. Renji muttered something like 'rain' and 'present', and tried to fall asleep.
Byakuya quirked his eyebrow in question, then shook the sleepy man. "You must not fall asleep."
After that, Byakuya was taking care of the redhead the entire night, showering him with cold water, preparing him tea, tucking him in. Deep down, he knew that Renji was simple, but caring man. Before he could even think that, he knew: he was in love. Head over heels. But he couldn't return to Soul Society and remain in a relationship with Renji. He didn't know how to face people, how to stand more rumors. And work would suffer.
'I am sorry, Renji.' he thought, bitterly.
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