Disclaimer: Well, I'm not going to claim that I own Bleach, because then I'd be a liar. And I'm also not going to apologize for being away for so long; I've got my own reasons and I'm not particularly too keen on sharing just yet. Just know that it's been rough. But this idea did finally form, and here you have it.
Warning: YAOI. That's all I'm going to say.
Coupling: Renji x Ichigo for a MissTaken. You've waited long enough for this, or rather even longer than that. XD It seems to start off as Byakuya x Ichigo and then with Ichigo a rather demanding seme but trust me, Renji's the seme here. I thihk.
Summary/Plot: Who the hell knows. Actually, I do at this particular moment in time and even over the course of a week it hasn't dissipitated so, lucky me...and you. You'll find out soon enough. Although, I have twisted a few facts around to suit my needs; again, you'll find out soon enough.
Perfect Assignment
"B-but Taichou! If you're going to the human world I really think you should take me along!" A long-fingered hand reached out to grasp a pale, cloth-wrapped shoulder, clenching instinctively.
Kuchiki Byakuya glanced down at his redhaired fukutaichou, raising a thin eyebrow. "Are you hinting at an inability to defend myself, Renji?" He asked, his voice deadly chilly.
Abarai Renji quickly backtracked. "O-of course not, Taichou! I was simply saying that-"
Byakuya waved him away, flicking his hand off of his shoulder. "I know what you are saying, Renji, however my decision still stands. There is business I must attend to in Karakura Town and to bring you along would only slow down my work. I need you here to keep the company in line. I trust you are able to do that?" Renji nodded spasmatically and he blinked before turning away. "I will be sure to contact you every night I am away for a report. Do not disappoint me." And with that he was gone, having shunpo-ed away to the entrance to the Seiretei.
Renji grunted, turning back to the paperwork piled on top of the desk. "Dammit, taichou, why am I the only one left to deal with this?!"
xx
"Kisuke."
Urahaha Kisuke flicked his fan in Byakuya's general direction. "Kuchiki-san. How nice of you to join us today."
The captain resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "As if it could be helped; you did call me here, after all. What is this about?"
"Yes, yes, have a seat; drink some tea. Mr. Tessai made some lovely tarts earlier, if you'd like to try them. No? Very well; I'll begin." Urahara lifted his own cup of tea although he wasn't thirsty. It was more to fortify him than anything. "How well-versed are you on Hollow activities and behaviors?"
Byakuya released a sigh. "Not very. That is more Ukitake-taichou's area of expertise than my own. Is there a reason you ask?" He had an odd feeling that Urahara had asked the question for a very good reason and he wasn't sure he wanted to know what that reason was.
The fan immediately came up and covered half of the candy shop-owner's face. "Well, it isn't that there's a particular reason, Kuchiki-san. It's more a matter of life or death; a child's life or death."
When he didn't elaborate Byakuya felt the need to goad him into speaking once more. "What reason could I possibly have in concern to a child, Urahara-san?" His eyes flashed fire at the mere thought. He need only concern himself with his division and Rukia, and no one else.
"Oh, I'm sure you'll be concerned with this person, don't you worry. In fact it'd be best if you accompanied me right now-to see for yourself how he's faring-because it's about time for his check-up anyway." No more words were spoken-had the time to be spoken rather-as the ex-captain stood and promptly began walking away.
Byakuya was frustrated but found he could do no other than follow the man through his shop to the steep stairs that led to his "basement," what in fact seemed like another world. The minute he began descending the ladder, however, he knew something very wrong was down there. Dark energy, energy he shouldn't be feeling unless there was a Hollow on the loose, circled his body in an almost-caress before turning stiff and inpalpable and making his breath catch in his throat. Before, it had seemed comforting and seeking; now it was hard and threatening. He heard Urahara sigh below him.
"I had hoped but I can see it was in vain. You aren't the right one but it seems we're close to finding that person."
Byakuya finished descending the ladder on those cryptic words and frowned minutely, glancing around for the owner of the dangerous spiritual pressure he felt. He found him leaning heavily against an odd boulder, shivering despite the heat and nearly unrecognizable to him. It took the captain a second to figure out why.
The teenager he'd known for a few months now, having become a subsitute shinigami due to a mishap with Rukia, wore a Hollow mask that no shinigami should ever wear. His spiritual pressure was heavy and oppresing, his Hollow side definitely in more control than himself. Even his skin seemed almost a shade paler, more reminiscent of the form Byakuya had never seen before. At least he still wore his black shihakushou, meaning that he hadn't completely lost control but it was close.
The masked figure stood labourously, a clenched clawed hand on his stomach as he made his painful way to where Urahara and Byakuya were tensely waiting. Even the shopkeeper dared not make light of this situation, intuitively knowing that even though he was currently taking care of the hybrid there was no guarentee for his safety. He waited for the teenager to speak.
Kurosaki Ichigo struggled to form the words through the agony cutting slices through his stomach. He had to stop to breathe deeply lest he fall to his knees for a second before he could begin. "Kisuke. Why did you bring him here? He isn't the one." His voice was an echoing growl, a cross between his and his Hollow's voices mixed in with the pain of his body.
Urahara shifted his head. "He's going to take you to the Seiretei, Ichigo. Once there it'll be much easier to find your mate. You've already sensed that he's been in close contact with the one you need so you know it'll do you good." He glanced to the side, as if thinking. "Of course we'll have to do something for you to be able to make the trip; there's no way you can survive it in your condition."
"I hate to interrupt but would one of you explain what's going on, and where I come into all of this?" Byakuya asked calmly, his noble facade hiding the turmoil of his thoughts.
Instead of answering Ichigo pushed aside his mask, revealing black and ocher eyes and taut features, and stumbled foreword until he could rest his face in the crook of Byakuya's shoulder, breathing in deeply the wonderful scent that clung there, a scent not the captain's. There it was, the scent of his elusive partner who refused him and put him in such pain. He barely heard Urahara speaking as he allowed it to comfort him like nothing else could.
"I'm sure you've figured it out by now but I'll say it anyway: Ichigo is a Hollow hybrid. Normally he retains complete control over his Hollow side-unless he's in a life or death situation-and performs naturally as a human subsitute shinigami should. But therein lies the problem: he's half Hollow basically, and his body does follow the same patterns as Hollows. The only pattern that really affects him though is the mating season of Hollows, which comes about every 27 years or so. Unfortunately for him that season is now, and he's stuck looking for a mate, which he hasn't found in the Vizards, Arrancar, or humans. For obvious reasons he can't look among the Hollows; they're all too weak to mate with him. His last bet is to look among the shinigami." Urahara paused to breathe and Byakuya figured it was a safe time to speak.
"What happens if he doesn't find a mate?"
There was no deceit in the eyes that stared directly into his own. "Then Ichigo will die. You can already see the effects his heat has on him and he's only on his second day-it lasts about two weeks, by the way. Ichigo will either claw himself to death, trying to tear out his insides which cause him such pain, and bleed to death or he will kill himself using his Zanpaku-to. And as I refuse to lose a good friend to something that can be avoided I decided to call in a favour."
Byakuya couldn't have stopped his eyes from widening and the gasp that escaped him if his life depended on it. His voice was barely a rasp when he spoke next. "Wh-would he really claw himself to death?"
Without answering Urahara moved, so swiftly Ichigo-who wasn't moving anyway-didn't have time to react, and Byakuya's mind whirled at the site. Already Ichigo's normally tanned and finely muscled stomach held deep scratches, just barely scabbing over and still beaded with blood in some places. Obviously he had underestimated the strength in those nails. Feeling sick inside he turned to Urahara and nodded. "I will help you, and not just because the Seiretei cannot afford to lose this boy. I will help you because I want to and because my pride as a Kuchiki demands it."
The shopkeeper hid his face behind his fan again but the captain detected the grin in his voice. "Excellent. Preparations are already being made for your departure."
xx
"Abarai-san! The taichou has returned and is asking for you!"
Renji quickly stopped his writing and glanced up at the rookie panting in his doorway. His taichou was back already? It'd been barely two days since he left; he was sure Byakuya would be gone longer than this. He immediately stood, disregarding the paperwork without another glance. "Where is he? I'll go meet with him now."
"He's currently near the meeting hall. There's something else, fukutaichou. It appears that Kuchiki-taichou has a guest, a really weird looking guy who doesn't seem to respond to any of us. Be careful."
Renji sent a glare at the rookie before stomping his way down to the meeting hall, being careful to calm himself and walk normally the closer he got. He passed what looked like Zaraki Kenpachi hurrying away, the very floors thundering with his every step and his bells jingling. He was muttering, uncharacteristically by himself and what almost looked like a blush staining his cheeks....Renji shook his head and continued, barging into the meeting room with all his usual gusto before dropping to his knees. "Kuchiki-taichou! I am pleased that you returned safely!" When he got no response he lifted his head, thinking that maybe he'd gotten the wrong room, an impossibility considering how long he'd been working here.
Byakuya did indeed sit on a cushion before him, straight-backed and a cool look on his face, but there was something odd about his shape. Almost as if it were distorted somehow-Renji gasped, falling rather unceremoniously on his ass as a masked face pulled itself from his taichou's neck, glancing with unparalleled rage and undisguised lust at him. Before he could form a word, or a protest in his case, the being of unbridled strength crouched next to Byakuya and pounced, muscles contorting and stretching as the teenager made the leap of nearly ten feet as easily as if it were two feet instead. As quickly as that he was tackled, thrown recklessly to the floor by a person exuding crushing spiritual energy and then being kissed within an inch of his life.
Byakuya watched with a hidden amusement as Renji's hands struggled to find purchase, first struggling rather admirably against an unbearably firm chest, pushing and pounding before sliding down to clutch the black shihakushou, holding on for dear life the only thing he was able to do. Ichigo's Hollow mask fell to the floor as he tilted his head to the left, pushing more fully onto the fukutaichou's muscular chest and pressing his fully aroused body into one slowly making its desires known. Without ceremony he pushed his tongue past still somewhat resisting lips, eagerly licking and sucking and exploring a cavern tasting of sweet, like rock candy. Finally his head was succeeded in being pulled back via his vibrant hair and he hissed, glaring balefully at the offender even as he clutched Renji closer, wrapping every limb he had around the man.
The sixth division captain coughed delicately behind one fist, shifting slightly to hide the slight evidence beneath his waist-there was no way that two guys making out would be turning him on! He glared back at Ichigo before turning to Renji. "Abarai Renji, this is a good friend of mine from the world of the living, Kurosaki Ichigo. He's going through his mating season right now and sought you out as his partner. Do not disappoint him for I refuse to lose such a valuable ally as he. Help him with his ordeal and for the next month you may choose any of the rookies in the sixth division to complete your paperwork. I don't expect you back for two weeks." He swept out of the room then, making sure to ward the door against any unwanted visitors. He'd just make sure to come back later and post a sign saying something along the lines of, "closed for renovations" or something to make sure it stayed closed.
Renji gulped as he glanced back at those yellow eyes so full of desire-and pain. He unconsciously tilted his head up when Ichigo leaned down but was startled when he pulled back with a dark whimper, clutching his stomach and face contorting in pain. "Hey, are you okay?" He couldn't help asking, shifting as he pulled loose a hand to reach up and feel along one of those soft-looking cheeks. It was damp with sweat and hot, as if he were running a fever. When he'd moved he'd widened his legs, drawing Ichigo even farther into his lap and unintentionally lining up their groins, rubbing the two against one another. The teen stiffened, then...
"Ngh...ah!" Ichigo groaned, pushing his hips back down wantonly, wanting that delicious flash of pleasure that had spliced through the pain like a knife. He rocked foreword again and again, face contorting in a look of pleasurable pain and eyes closing in reaction.
Renji could barely constrain a moan himself as he was thrust against over and over, the all-too-familiar tightening in his chest rising rapidly to cloud his every thought. Before it could burst, just as his muscles were tightening and locking in place in preparation for what had to be the greatest orgasm of his life Ichigo suddenly froze, mouth opening wide in a silent scream and lips trembling as his pupils dilated completely, shuddering violently and the part of his shihakushou pressed tightly against Renji's own erection getting soaked through with scorching semen. He shivered and collapsed on Renji's chest, panting as if he'd just run a marathon and clutching the fukutaichou tightly.
The redhead groaned quietly in frustration and pushed the teen back, forcing him onto his back and crawling on top of him, lining himself back up with Ichigo's crotch and rubbing himself frantically against the still-hard boy, the wet fabric like heaven against his stiff member and easing the way of the terrible friction. Everything slowed down to that one moment in time; the furious thrusts, the quiet moans whispered across Ichigo's sensitive ears, the whines and keens from said orange-head, dull nails scraping viciously down his now-bare back, the coil tightening to almost unbearable proportions. Sharp teeth locked in the thin flesh just above his adam's apple and Renji grunted in suprise, gripping Ichigo's hips and pulling them harshly up and apart, pushing foreword and slamming partially into that tight, clothed virgin entrance, eliciting a muffled scream of pleasure against his neck. Any pain from the movement was obviously drowned out by the pleasure, unable to compare from the heat of the season.
"Ah! haa Aahn-ahh! haa ..Nn! haa " Ichigo couldn't restrain his voice if he wanted to, his incisors grinding against skin and drawing blood as he felt that clothed tip try to rib through the cloth barriers and bring him to even greater heights of pleasure.
Renji drew those muscular legs even farther apart, his mind focused on only one thing-that elusive orgasm. He felt sweat roll down his cheeks from his tattooed hairline, down his neck and licked up with a tongue as rough as a cat's, half-way down his chest before dropping to the tan chest just centimeters away. He could feel his heart thudding against his ribs as if it were trying to escape its bloody cavern, even felt Ichigo's chest being slammed by his own organ. He had to do something quick; his energy was dying out, his throbbing dick almost paining him from the rough treatment he was subjecting it to. He gasped loudly and dropped one hip, reaching out for Zabimaru and drawing it from its sheath even as he pulled himself away, much to Ichigo's hissing dismay and his own discomfort.
There was no time for finesse; without a thought Zabimaru was drawn downward, as careful as he was able to and slicing through the human-shinigami's robes like water. They fell open to reveal that delicious semen-covered cock-he'd obviously climaxed again somewhere along the way-and hard dusky nipples just waiting to be plucked and sucked. At his hip was a small nick just beginning to bead red and Renji winced; he hadn't been careful enough with his Zanpaku-to; but Ichigo didn't seem to notice. He was reaching towards Renji again, lifting his hips and showing up his red and tightly puckered entrance to entice Renji back into his embrace. He shrugged out of his pants as quickly as soul-ly possible before answering that request, settling against that feverish skin and leaning to ravish those swollen lips parted for whispered pleas and moans.
He didn't resume their earlier frantic rush for release, instead sedately sliding their groins together, taking his leisure time as he ravenously fed from that slick cavern. His hands, no longer seeking bruised hips, sought out those hard peaks, pulling and rolling and thumbing until they throbbed with heat and blood and pressed insistently against his palms. Ichigo pulled away from their saliva-slick kiss, a string of their combined spit sticking to his lips as he grimaced, a lewd blush quickly crossing his face as his hands clenched and released in the cut pieces of his shihakushou. A painful tweak on one extra-sensitive peak had Ichigo keening loudly and arching his back, his dick jerking and spurting precum. Renji smirked even as he panted.
"This is actually pretty fun, Ichigo. Best assignment I've ever been given." Ichigo's eyes turned a darker amber and black and glared at him for daring to talk rather than focusing completely on him; the sight sent heat coursing through his veins and making him shiver at the phantom pleasure. "Relax; we're almost at the good part. I just have to stretch ya and then I can pound into your tight like no tomorrow." Ichigo gasped at the words, a soft moan escaping as another jerk in a certain part of his anatomy alerted Renji to his thoughts. His smirk widened. "So ya like that, do you Ichigo? Hearing dirty talk? Well how about this?" He leaned down to place his wet mouth directly on Ichigo's ear, sucking the tip of his earlobe as he huskily whispered all that he wanted to do to the teen even as one hand snaked down, fingers slipping through semen to coat themselves before delving between his trembling thighs.
"Just imagine it. Wet fingers thrusting into your tight ass, probing your prostate and driving you crazy..." His middle finger ringed the twitching entrance before thrusting inside unexpectedly, but Ichigo only whined pitiously, snapping his hips foreword to seek more of the same. "And when you're stretched enough I'll finally get to fuck you, filling you up so deep you'll feel me in your throat..." He pushed his finger in and out, in and out, again and again before adding another slick finger and finger-fucking Ichigo violently, stretching that virgin-no-longer entrance even as he absent-mindedly searched at that almond-shaped piece of anatomy he knew to be there. "I'll fuck you until you're begging for more, for me to ram into you harder and faster and deeper, until you're hoarse with your cries. But I won't stop. I won't stop until I cum, filling you to the brim with my hot cum and marking you as mine for everyone to know!"
"Aah! Ahn-nn ahh!" Ichigo half screamed out as his muscles seized up suddenly, clenching around Renji's thrusting fingers as if trying to hold them inside, hands clutching and pulling his own hair in reaction to the orgasm so strong it forced jet after jet of cum from his trembling cock. He threw his head back and forth as it continued, Renji refusing to stop his preparation even though it took nearly all his arm strength to shove now three fingers inside. "Mmph! Mm-aah! Ah!" He continued to cry out, tears streaming unchecked from the sides of his tightly shut eyes.
Renji pushed his member, now weeping and straining towards Ichigo's entrance against a sharp hip, seeking some relief before he could pummel the boy. "You're so hot inside, Ichi. You're wet and clutching me like you can't wait for my cock." He ripped his fingers from Ichigo's body, half-chuckling, half-gasping at the tearful glower he received, and pushed apart his legs once again. He drew them up by the knees, pushing those legs back until they rested just inches off the floor against Ichigo's shoulders, staring with unrestrained hunger at the glistening and twitching pink hole that awaited him. He grasped his member, letting loose a trembling gasp at his own wet touch, and lined himself up so that his tip just barely penetrated that hole. He groaned loudly even as Ichigo went wild, hips pushing up frantically to get more of that hardness inside and fingers scrabbling at the ground.
He held himself back for all of two seconds before thrusting foreword as hard as he could; his hips snapping against Ichigo's, his engorged tip slamming with undue force straight on Ichigo's prostate and his hand grasping his own base to stop himself from cumming at the intense heat rocketing through him.
"AAAHHHHH!"
He gasped in the sudden silence of the room after that long scream, opening eyes he hadn't known he'd closed to glance up at the now-quiet teenager, worried despite the hunger beating behind his eyeballs and in his veins. Ichigo's glazed eyes were staring up at the ceiling, his bottom lip a bloody mess from where he'd bitten through his lip to quiet any more sounds. He didn't look like he was breathing so Renji leaned closer, the action tipping his body and digging his tip into Ichigo's pleasure spot-and suddenly the quiet wasn't as still anymore.
"Ngh! Onegai, mate, onegai!" Ichigo pleaded with his voice, glittering eyes and flushed and shuddering body. He couldn't remember the fukutaichou's name but knew this was his mate and beseeched him to give him more, to bring back that terrible pleasure that was teetering on the brink of his body but not there because they weren't doing anything. "Argh! Pleeeaase-" He breathed again, shifting his hips upward.
Renji closed his eyes as the very tenuous thread he had on his control snapped-if he'd ever had any control. He moaned out, "Ichi..." in reproof and approval before drawing back, almost out all the way with just the bulbous head stretching Ichigo still slightly uncomfortably. He drew in a deep breath before placing his palms on the floor by Ichigo's legs-holding them up with his elbows-steadying himself so he could ram back in with his shinigami fukutaichou strength and ripping more lining of the teen's entrance with his rough thrust. But he didn't still this time. He continued pulling back and thrusting back in, feeling fluttering walls clutch at him as nails scored angry red lines down his spine and seeing toes curl downward.
Ichigo was groaning and keening with every violent slam, unable to do more but hold his hips open for the pistoning cock that erased that terrible heat and replaced it with a need he'd never experienced before, even as a human. "Ah! Ah! A-oh, God! Agn!" He couldn't resist shouting out hoarsly, just as Renji had promised. Thrust after hard ramming thrust he felt all the way down to his toes, abusing his prostate and making him almost wish he didn't want this bad enough to kill for it. He whimpered when another thrust made his body lock up, sending him into an unexpected orgasm as the unbearable pleasure became too much for his lean body to take. His member actually pained him as it struggled to shoot out more semen, scalding his and Renji's chests and even shoulders.
Renji choked as the already tight warm heat he was encased in suddenly bore down even tighter on him, cutting off his circulation and squeezing and milking until he had no choice but to let the coil burst. His cock jerked inside Ichigo as he slowed down marginally, trembling before spilling his own thick scorching liquid deep inside Ichigo, coating his walls as it seemed to soak into his very skin and even slipping out past the ring of muscle stretched like a second skin around that softening member. He panted harshly against Ichigo's neck, grimacing when sharp teeth suddenly bit deeply into his shoulder but he didn't draw back; intuitively he knew this was Ichigo's marking him as a mate. Slowly his tense muscles relaxed and he collapsed on top of Ichigo, their sweat-slicked skin rubbing and sliding almost enough to make him want to have another go. But he felt exhausted.
Apparently the other shinigami didn't hold the same fatigue. After taking many long relaxed minutes to recharge and come down from his sex-high the vibrant-haired teen pushed Renji onto his back, moving with only slight twinges and straddling the older soul. Without ceremony he dropped his hips back onto Renji's sensitive dick, shuddering when it made a langerous slide through his ass until it bumped against his prostate. "Mmm..." He sighed, shuddering as eyes almost brown glazed over again, his own member dripping still more precum on Renji's chest.
Renji winced at the friction as Ichigo began to move, pulling up before letting gravity do its work and falling back down with a gasp, already feeling his erection harden at the pleasure slowly spiking through him. His sword-worn hands reached out to grasp twitching hips, a look of concentration crossing his face as he began to instruct Ichigo's hips to follow his own, thrusting up deeply rather than harshly as he pushed down.
Simultaneous groans filled the air as their passion ignited once more. Like two rabbits in heat-which was half-true-they worked themselves to true exhaustion over the coarse of the next two weeks, never leaving that room as they explored each other in ways rarely known to others.
Around the Seiretei the other shinigami could only wonder at the mysterious spikes in spiritual pressure eminating from the meeting hall but Byakuya always stopped them before they could investigate. They would have to wait to find out what was going on.
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When Renji walked into Byakuya's room to report for duty it was with an insistent and love-struck teenaged shinigami hanging onto his arm and a noticable limp. Byakuya let a knowing smirk cross his features before quickly schooling them, speaking coldly, "You are late, Abarai-kun, Kurosaki-kun."
Renji blushed when now-tan fingers slipped past his sash to glance across his crotch, smacking them away. "S-sorry, taichou. This-this creature is insatiable!" He pointed at Ichigo, receiving only a laughing look of warm chocolate orbs and pink lips in reply.
Byakuya covered a chuckle with a cough as he pointed to a stack of papers. "Those are to be written up-by whoever you wish to do so-and there's a meeting among Squad Six in twenty minutes. I'm sure you had fun with your mate, Kurosaki-kun, but it's time for business now."
Ichigo sighed and removed himself from Renji, giving the stoic-faced Kuchiki a quick peck on the lips before slipping away and placing himself on Renji's desk. "Yes, Byakuya, whatever you say." He leaned back with a grin. "But that doesn't mean we can't finish this later."
Renji gulped at the heated glance sent his way. Just what had he gotten himself into?
Meh. I'm not going to pretend I didn't write this. You guys like it, I enjoy writing it; what can I say? But did you ever notice my lemons are always violent? Hm...therein lies those sadistic seme/masochistic uke tendencies. But whatever. HEY! REVIEWS PEOPLE! I'LL LOVE YOU FOREVER IF YOU DO! Maybe. Next up is Ukitake's turn to be seme, then we've got Stark and Hitsugaya. Wait for it!