Title: 867-5309 Renji (For a Good Time Call)
Pairing: RenBya
Rating: R
Warnings: slight crack... gratuitous swearing
Summary: Renji is a part-time phone sex operator. Byakuya is a high powered CEO, all alone (mostly) in a foreign country... they cross lines.
A/N: Okay, I tried to get this up for Renji's birthday... apparently I failed :( I have mixed feelings about this chapter... I dunno. *shrugs* Penultimate chapter folks, smoke 'em while you got 'em!
"I'm home!"
The redhead called out, as he closed the apartment door. Silence greeted him. Shrugging, he leaned over to pull off his boots, and made his way towards his bedroom. Damn, he needed a shower before heading into the studio; glancing down at his watch, he noted the time: 6:37am.
Steam billowed out the half open doorway as he passed the bathroom, and assuming Shuhei hadn't heard him the first time, announced his presence again.
"Renji?... You asshole, where have you been?"
Renji peered in, the shower curtain prevented him from seeing anything (and the fact that he didn't look), so he leaned on the doorjamb, "Dude, I didn't know my mom came to visit..." fuck, what was he saying? he didn't have a mother... If he hadn't been paying attention, he would've missed a muffled choking noise. Quizzically he asked, "you got something going on there, Shu?"
"Don't change the subject, man," came his roommate's exasperated voice mixed in with the steam, "I called you, and you didn't pick up, or return it... fuck, you usually call me to at least let me know you're not coming home... and fuck, when was the last time you didn't come home?!"
He heard the underlying concern in Shuhei's voice, beneath the anger; although he had to admit, there was a lot of anger going on there...
Hell, this was the only guy who really cared whether he lived and breathed...
Contrite, Renji came clean. "Ah," he sighed, jamming his hands into his pockets, "... sorry man. Really. I didn't hear the phone last night, I only saw the message this morning, and I already knew I was heading in, so I figured I'd see you here."
"...and last night?"
"Uh..." he stammered, "I, uh... was planning on coming home. And then, um... plans changed unexpectedly. Look, can we do this when you're done in the shower?... and hurry it up, will ya? I gotta get clean before heading in."
"No fuckin' way! I'm using up all this hot water, and you can make do with cold, you asshole. I'm still not done being pissed at your inconsideration! She better have been worth it, dude..."
"Hell yeah.... he was," Renji mumbled and turned around to head towards his room.
"Whoa! Whoa!" Hisagi yelled.
Renji heard the snap of a shower curtain being yanked aside, an outraged squawk… and two seconds later, he was being pushed into the wall by a soaking wet brunet; dripping water onto the hallway carpet, barely hanging on to a towel around his waist.
"What the fuck did you say?!" in equal parts astonishment and disbelief, his roommate searched his face, his eyes, for telltale signs of drugs… insanity… bullshit.
Renji couldn't help it; he grinned wide and victoriously, "I found him, Shu. Met him last night," he replied quietly, confidently, "…and he's fuckin' incredible."
"Who?..." Shuhei's brows furrowed, then shot up in recognition, "your client? Holy shit…" he pulled away, leaving a wet handprint on the redhead's chest; then smiled conspiringly with him, "you lucky fuck, how'd you run into the guy?"
"That," Renji replied, "is a long and detailed story." He yawned then, tiredness finally catching up with him after a rousing night, and a little pre-dawn funtime, "…you done in there? I'm taking that shower… and fuck, man, you're wasting our water by just letting it run like that." Renji turned towards the bathroom, pulling the scarf that was usually tied around his head, away from his neck.
Renji's hair was neatly pulled back into a low ponytail, which allowed Shuhei a peek at the bruise blooming at the hollow of the redhead's newly revealed throat.
"Hey," he said, gesturing with a hand at his own unmolested neck in illustration… and stalling for time, "You gonna tell me his name?"
"Yeah, sure…" the redhead hesitated, but only for a moment; this was Shuhei after all, he could share anything with this guy and know that he wouldn't be judged by it. He hadn't noticed that the water had turned off. "It's Byakuya."
"What's Byakuya?!" came a shout from the bathroom.
Oh fuck. He knew that voice. Renji watched in apprehension as a curious Kurosaki walked out of the over steamed room half dressed, pulling a t-shirt over his head in the process.
Shuhei didn't realize the significance of that name between the men; as he harassingly walked up to Renji and pulled at his collar, exposing the marred surface. Before Renji could stop his hand, Shuhei rubbed with his thumb over the bruised skin, smirking over at Ichigo—"that's Byakuya."
Renji couldn't help the fact that that not-too-gentle touch triggered a number of pleasant sensations to rush through his body. Couldn't help the twitch in his dick, either.
"Knock it the fuck off, Shuhei," he grumbled abashedly, pushing the intruding hand away.
"Holy shit! Are you serious?!"
Renji growled low in his throat, "Keep your mouth shut, Ichigo. If I wanted to broadcast my life to the world I'd take out a paid ad…"
Ichigo put his hands out in front of him in defense; eyes wide at the uncharacteristic edginess of the tattooed artist, "easy, easy, buddy! No need to get pissed! I won't say anything to anyone."
Then he smirked, changing over to a teasing lilt, "…not even Rukia, if you don't want me to."
"Rukia?" Shuhei asked, knowing he was missing something in the exchange.
"Byakuya…" Ichigo replied slowly, wanting to draw it out for Renji's discomfort, "is Rukia's older brother. There's a story in there somewhere; all I know is that he adopted her into his family long before I came into the picture."
"Ahh…" Shuhei exhaled, finally comprehending… many things… on many levels. "That's a little bit of a mind fuck, ain't it?" he said to Renji, knowing the redhead's past.
"Don't I know it." Renji sighed. He was really exhausted, too many emotional peaks and troughs within the last twenty-four hours. "No, not Rukia, not yet. Fuck, I don't even know…"
Needing to re-establish himself as not the man at the bottom of the ladder; and tired of being in this funk, and wanting to get the topic off his life… the redhead complained loudly, "…all I know is that I need a shower." Quirking a lewd eyebrow between the two men in the hallway, "…eh, you guys didn't dirty the place up did ya?"
That did it. A pink blush spread across Ichigo's cheeks.
Renji laughed, feeling like he just stepped up.
"Byakuya…"
"Renji? You are calling my office…"
"Yeah, well… it's tough to reach a guy like you. Your secretary's kind of a battle axe, you know that? She wouldn't give me your number at the penthouse."
"Mmm… yes, that is her job," dry amusement underlay the CEO's tone. "How did you manage to get past her?"
"What if I told you it was my undeniable personal charm?"
Byakuya attached the Bluetooth to his ear, a diminutive smile pulling at the edge of his lips. He walked over to the wall of windows overlooking the city… he was out there. "Perhaps…" was the only cryptic reply the brunet would give. A few moments passed in silence.
The sound of a deep sigh brushed against his ear.
"You haven't called me… since… well…" the redhead cleared his throat, obviously a bit uneasy with where he was going in his conversation, "I just need to know that that wasn't a one time thing, Byakuya," the sculptor blurted out in a rush. I want you. I constantly think about you. "There's something between us, I feel it. We have a connection here... don't we?" he asked, cringing at the way his voice sounded… desperate.
Way to go, Abarai… not like the guy didn't have everyone chasing after his tail. But it had been days since he had talked to the man… he had been waiting for his call. The call that never came.
"I have not deliberately been avoiding you, Renji." Have I? "Business overseas has come to the forefront; it is imperative that I tend to it before allowing it to fester." Excuses.
"That wasn't a 'yes' or 'no', Byakuya."
If the Kuchiki hadn't had a strict disciplinarian background, he would have snorted then; being caught avoiding the issue was so… un-Kuchiki-like of him. Or was it? How would he know? No one's ever had the audacity to call him on it before. It would be… refreshing… to have someone around who wouldn't be afraid to confront him… maybe.
He smiled instead, genuinely enough so that the warmth reached his cold grey eyes; perhaps this artist would become a welcome intrusion into his regimented lifestyle, after all. It's not as though in the past several days he hadn't thought about what all of this could lead to... he just hadn't really wanted to acknowledge the answers he was coming up with. Renji was different; he was affected differently when the redhead was around; when they'd had conversations previously that were more than just the sex talk… Sometimes, he thought he even resembled the man he used to be...
"Look, I'm not trying to..."
"Yes."
"Huh?... yes?...oh! Yeah, good..." a relieved chuckle tickled Byakuya's ear, "good!"
The flat screen monitor on the office wall began to chime, indicating his video-conference was about to begin. "You must excuse me, Renji... I have a meeting I must attend."
"Sure, okay... but I want to see you again. Can I take you to dinner?"
The punctual CEO could see the various meeting members quickly coming up on the sixty-two inch video screen, sectioned into eight smaller screens... he was expected to join in... now.
"Unfortunately, I am already committed to a dinner meeting with a client. I will have to call you later, Renji. Please excuse me."
The billionaire hung up the phone and proceeded to his desk; business was at hand.
Byakuya sat in his desk, reclining in silence; taking solace the handful of minutes he had before the next client was to arrive.
With an elbow propped upon the armrest of his executive chair, he raised a hand and smoothed over his left brow with his ring finger. Light touches; starting from the widest part of his brow, up over the fine arch, trailing off past the tapered edge. Over and over again, he stroked casually... it soothed his mind, released the tension off his forehead. His eyes closed in reflex. It wasn't long before thoughts of soft and vibrant scarlet entered his mind... of strong and talented hands...
He felt a slight twinge of guilt. It had been three days since Renji phoned the office, to ask him where they stood, to ask him out on a date, really… and the aloof and evasive CEO had yet to return the call. He had waited too long; now for him to phone would be… awkward.
He could just imagine his grandfather chastising him for the flagrant breach of social etiquette.
He was pulled out of errant thoughts, by the quiet announcement of his secretary over the speaker phone, "Mr. Kuchiki, your next appointment is here. Shall I send him in?"
"Yes, thank you."
Byakuya was surprised to see the very same redhead pervading his thoughts suddenly materialize through the door. Irritation furrowed his brow; his work and social circles were separate, and were required to remain that way. Abarai needed to understand this; however, it did not help Byakuya's conscience to recognize that perhaps he had forced the artist's hand.
His displeasure eroded a bit as he watched the tall redhead approach; the man was wearing exceptionally well fitted... was that black leather?... pants that showcased his long legs and hugged his muscular thighs... and that hair... underneath the black scarf, it was weaved into a heavy French braid that hung down his back.
Renji exuded wild sexuality; whether the artist was aware of it or not, and Byakuya was not immune. It suddenly felt warmer in his office than it did a few seconds ago.
Regardless, it was business hours. The disciplined CEO hammered down his lusty thoughts and schooled his face into its mask of routine apathy.
"Renji," the brunet began in a patronizing tone, "I do not appreciate the misuse of my business day with social calls." This was absolutely the wrong way to win any points with him.
Amber eyes narrowed a second before a sharp grin graced his features. Renji took a seat in the chair across the desk; he held a leather bound portfolio in his hand. "Don't be ridiculous, Byakuya. This is business."
Elegant eyebrows arched upwards as Byakuya's eyes widened... did he just?... ridi-cu-what?
Renji smirked inwardly, basking in his 'win'. If he weren't slightly pissed off at the man across the desk, he'd probably 'high-five' himself. Mustering up his best professional (-and distant) tone, the redhead continued, "I have been commissioned by Kuchiki Industries, to provide the Senbonzakura with various sculpture and oil paintings. Don't you know your own schedule?"
Stunned, Byakuya turned to look at the computer monitor that showed him his daily schedule.
10:00am Discussion with artist for Senbonzakura.
Hmm... rather obscure. He'd definitely have words with his secretary regarding this. Perhaps two words.
Looking back at the triumphant grin making its way onto Abarai's handsome face, Byakuya begrudged him nothing. He almost wanted to smile himself… almost.
"Proceed…" is what he replied, instead.
Renji opened up his portfolio and placed it on Byakuya's desk. He slid over a few pictures of his completed works that could possibly be displayed in the hotel. "Rukia wanted me to go over my ideas with you, even though she explained that you had already given her a blank slate. Only one piece is not to be discussed, she wants that to be a surprise for you. The others... well, she wanted me to touch bases; if you had a particular color palette or theme in mind before I begin."
Renji was all business; discussing various items he already had in his collection; what he could do, materials he felt most comfortable working with. For the next forty minutes, Byakuya lost himself in the cadenced tenor of the sculptor's voice, by the confidence and enthusiasm Renji displayed in creating original pieces of art, by the hypnotic amber eyes backlit with innate passion for his craft... by the long fingers moving in graceful arcs as the redhead gestured while speaking...
The platinum gaze moved to the scarlet hair pulled up into an intricate braid... the CEO envisioned his own hands fingering through those locks... unweaving them.... feeling the silkiness wrap around his....
"Byakuya?..."
Renji looked over at the brunet, noting the more-than-slight smoldering in the titanium grey... knowing what that signified. The redhead stopped talking.
The sculptor stood up, and walked around the enormous desk; moving into the personal space of the CEO in his large leather executive chair. A sultry smirk emblazoned itself on his face; Renji leaned down, both hands weighted on the armrests effectively trapping Byakuya in his chair... his face closing in... his lips only a hair's breadth away from the other pair... a pair beginning to part beneath his own in expectation.
"Is our meeting over?" he whispered huskily, "Has our business for the day been concluded to your expectations?"
Byakuya's eyes, which had been slowly sliding shut with the forward movement of the redhead, opened wide again to gaze into a fiery warmth. His breath hitched, in bright daylight, shards of crimson highlighted the glowing amber irises... "Yes," Byakuya replied, this throat dry, "... and no."
Renji smiled dangerously and quickly crushed their lips together. The kiss was nothing short of absolute possession. He hadn't seen Byakuya in close to a week. Hell, he'd only talked to him once, and the days after that hadn't turned out exactly as he'd have liked, either. The obstinate man was taking way too long to decide… Renji figured he'd just have to show the brunet what he wanted.
Having to sit in that chair, less than five feet away from Byakuya had been torture. But if the haughty CEO wanted to be all business in his office, well, that was his prerogative, and Renji would respect that. The look Byakuya sent him a couple of minutes ago told him that priorities had changed; and he definitely had no problems with that.
His tongue slid forward, to lick at the elegant lower lip before dipping in to taste again, the decadence of that perfect mouth. He couldn't stop the guttural groan that rumbled up from his chest as Byakuya met him in equal fervor. How could it be this good, this quick?
"You gonna make time for us, Byakuya?" the redhead challenged as he came up for air, his voice strained with desire rapidly escalating, "I can't do this by myself. My pride won't let me keep chasing you without some reciprocation that you feel the same way." Fuck that… he'd never stop chasing this man.
Renji continued his assault on Byakuya's pliant mouth, savoring the untouchable heat, wanting to touch so much more. Realizing exactly where they were, however, frustrated him to no end.
Byakuya was dressed in his business attire; an immaculate steel grey dress shirt with an identically colored tie, with cufflinks, and a tie pin no less, crisply pressed dress pants, soft black leather boots... fuck... he just wanted to rip it all off and use the abomination that was Byakuya's desk like it was meant to be used.
He raised a hand to caress the line of Byakuya's jaw with the tips of his fingers, tilting it up to get access to the slightest bit of skin available to him. Renji sucked at the soft flesh under his chin, working his way up towards Byakuya's hairline, nuzzling the back of his ear with the tip of his nose, licking at it with his tongue. He relished the shiver and soft breathy sigh released by the quiet CEO.
Ever so quietly he heard Byakuya speak, felt it as a vibration against his lips, "I apologize, Renji…" the deep timbre gave gravitas to his words, "for being inconsiderate and… thoughtless."
Renji closed his eyes and smiled softly; it was enough. He placed a chaste kiss behind Byakuya's ear.
"I've missed you, Byakuya," Renji whispered softly, "I can't stop thinking about you... I want to throw you on that desk right now and lick every bit of skin on you..." As hot breath grazed the scion's pale neck, Renji's voice took on a seductive purr, "I want to hear you scream for me."
A sharp spike of desire and arousal shot through Byakuya's system, helplessly he surrendered to the groan clawing its way up his throat.
Renji's other hand roamed; fingers working their way down the dress shirt, plucking at the buttons around the navel, searching for skin.
"... you got me so worked up... I'd like to taste you, if you'd let me?"
That voice alone was hot enough to melt his strict self discipline.
He was going to bend his own rules, permit this... unheard of break in protocol. Kisses were one thing... what this sculptor wanted to do to him... asking him to allow... How was it Renji could sway his iron clad restraint?
"Yes..."
Byakuya felt the redhead's face break into a wide smile at his neck, felt the sharp teeth nip briefly at his skin.
Slowly, Renji moved to kneel down between Byakuya's legs, hands moving to undo Byakuya's pants and release his cock. Concentrating on the fastenings at the brunet's waist, Renji tried to ignore the beginnings of a fluttering in his gut.
Byakuya shuddered at feeling the back of the redhead's hand brushing against his lower belly. It appeared as though Renji was making sure his clothes remained… untouched… except for that one particular part of him that needed… unwrapping. The anticipation of having that gregariously hot mouth around him made his cock thicken quickly, made it push insistently at its silk layers. The more than capable hand stroking at him did not hurt matters in the least, either.
Renji licked his lips nervously, this was, after all, his first 'up close-and-personal' encounter… the urge to give Byakuya pleasure was overwhelming; but coming up short in experience, and seeing that thick, rigid cock in broad daylight made him hesitate... for the first time, his bravado faltered.
"Renji..." Byakuya's slow baritone broke through his thoughts, sensing his uncertainty, "..if you really do not want to, do not force yourself. I understand not everyone enjoys this pleasure."
Renji looked up, the billionaire's eyes were dilated in arousal and lust, and still the redhead could see the consideration in his gaze. The brunet wouldn't ask anything of him he wasn't ready to give. He felt stupid for balking at this crucial moment.
"That's not it, actually," he admitted slightly embarrassed, breaking eye contact, "This is probably the wrong time to bring this up, but I've…uh, never done this before..." Bracing himself, he looked up at Byakuya again, "..and I just want it to be good, for you."
Platinum eyes widened slightly in surprise; but then an enigmatic smile spread across the beautiful face. The executive hand previously lying on the armrest moved to caress Renji's cheek before moving down to run the line of his jaw; the gesture was so tender, and so out of character for the dominating CEO, that Renji felt his face warm at the understanding implication.
The next command from the brunet, however, kicked started his flagging ego. It was direct; and was spoken with a core of steel... and a promise of gratification, "Put your fingers in my mouth."
Curiously, Renji raised a hand to Byakuya's lips, and the CEO easily allowed two fingers to slip in. Eyes never breaking from the redhead; Byakuya started a slow sucking rhythm on the digits. Pulling back so that just the fingertips were in his mouth, he used his tongue to rub and lick along the sensitive pads. Pulling the fingers in deeper again, he swirled his tongue around the joints; grazing them lightly with his teeth... Taking the pair all the way into his mouth, down to the knuckles on Renji's hand Byakuya sucked hard on the fingers, hot and relentless suction... finally he used the soft muscle of his tongue to split them apart, and teased the sensitive webbing between Renji's fingers with just the tip... drawing a deep growl from the tattooed chest.
Renji swore under his breath as his cock pulsed in time with each delectable lick and pull at his fingers. Holy fuck… it felt like his dick was being sucked too. The hand that had stalled briefly on Byakuya's cock curled around its target and stroked determinedly. Grinning in shared intimacy, Renji lowered his head and licked across the crown of Byakuya's erection. Luxuriating at the discovery of the smooth-as-satin texture, Renji bent lower and with the flat of his tongue, licked Byakuya from root to tip.
That long, hot swipe had the CEO closing his eyes in bliss, and Renji felt the resulting throb in the fevered girth in his hand. Suddenly feeling confident in being able to give Byakuya this kind of pleasure, Renji's sensual nature kicked in, and he found his hesitations melting away, his extroverted persona returning.
"Byakuya… open your eyes. I want you to keep your eyes on me..." an echo of a past shared memory compelled the CEO to obey.
Renji saw the eyes wrench themselves open, the need burning within...
Eagerly wanting to experience and share this with Byakuya, Renji's tongue laved in one smooth motion around the flared tip of that turgid length; he pulled the full crown into his mouth, suckling softly, marvelling at the silky hot skin... tasting the essence of Byakuya on his tongue. He rubbed teasingly with that soft muscle at the slit, then used the tip of his tongue to dig into it.
Renji heard a stifled groan, felt Byakuya's hips pitch forward slightly in response... a hand fell upon his head, slender fingers desperately weaving its way into his hair. Encouraged, the redhead opened his mouth wider and proceeded to swallow what he could of Byakuya's swollen girth, pulling and sucking upon the heated flesh.
Renji pulled his fingers out of Byakuya's mouth. He needed to ease the tightness in his own pants, which was now becoming unbearable. A relieved groan rolled through his chest as he unzipped... and he immediately began to stroke himself in time.
Byakuya bucked against the buzz that went through his cock... the redhead was an adept... Failing at attempts to control his breathing, harsh gasps filled the large office. In pure selfishness, Byakuya removed the hair band keeping Renji's braid together, and greedily freed the scarlet locks. A fresh wave of lust ran through him as he twirled his fingers through the soft strands..
As the visually inclined CEO looked down into his lap, he moaned softly, uncontrollably. It was too debauched, too erotic... to see those sensuously full lips and wide mouth wrapped around his cock, to see this bright mass of red... bobbing in his lap. Each hot lick like fire on his flesh, each wet pull drawing out a heated wave of intense pleasure... and he was still entirely, neatly dressed. From the door to his office, Renji wouldn't even be seen behind his desk.
And perhaps it was just that extra thrill of getting caught at any moment... that heady rush... that had Byakuya threading his hands into Renji's hair to gently guide his mouth where he wanted it, to slightly thrust into that hot, willing cavern... of knowing he was the first to do so... to fuck this mouth... that threw him quickly into release.
Renji felt the cock in his mouth harden and pulse on his tongue, knew that Byakuya would come soon. He'd had a second of panic at feeling the hands on his head holding him, the additional thrust of the hips pushing that hard length deeper into the back of his throat... but knowing he could take it, knowing Byakuya was so getting off on this... made him relax and go with it all. The hand on his own cock quickened, he fisted himself harder.
At the last moment, he felt the hands loosen, to try and pull him off... but he kept at it. He moved his other hand from stroking the base of Byakuya's cock to glide up under his shirt. Finding a neglected nipple, he thumbed across it a few times, then pinched hard.
Byakuya arched, that extra sharp stimulation unleashed the coil that was being tightly wound deep in his belly. With a silky soft moan he came, deep inside Renji's mouth, rocking ever so imperceptibly in place as waves of euphoria crashed over him... and the redhead kept sucking on him, pulling the echos of release out of him...
Renji gave himself a couple more rough strokes before he, too, gave himself over to orgasm. A soft groan escaped his lips as he lowered his head to rest on Byakuya's thigh.
Slightly dazed, they both remained that way for a few more stolen seconds; with Byakuya lightly, distractedly, threading his fingers through Renji's loose hair. Eventually he turned his upper body to pull out some tissues from his desk drawer, handing them to the redhead; and proceeded to tuck himself back in.
Languorously the Kuchiki leaned down, pressing their lips together, kissing Renji slowly, gently. His tongue made a leisurely exploration of the redhead's mouth, enjoying the taste of himself there.
"Thank you, Renji." Byakuya's velvety voice, sounding even more honeyed with satiation lacing his words, "For reminding me of what I desire." There seemed to be more to those words than what was being said, "I will make time for us."
To the redhead, it sounded like a vow.
"…and by the way, we do need to have a conversation on what other 'firsts' you would like to reveal to me."
Renji chuckled, soft and deep, a nice rumble that warmed the stoic CEO's cold heart, "Oh, that's gonna require a whole other meeting, all on it's own..." he smirked, "...and preferably in the other part of your penthouse apartments."
Byakuya agreed wholeheartedly in the change of venue; however, he had to admit, this was the best damn business meeting he'd ever had.