omg i cant believe how long this took
and i have to appologize for it
i was so preoccupied with the other story "If No One Cared"
and that story is almost done so i can concentrate on this one more after,
its a parallel but i do plan to make some twists and turns in this one
i do plan on writing another that deals with Byakuya and Renji before he meets Starrk
anyway thank you all for reading and commenting
you guys make me so happy
lotsa love
-J
Better Late Then Never
Chapter Four
I get into my car still chuckling about the memory of the red head, Renji I believe it was. Renji Abari. I plan to see more of him, whether he likes it or not. By the time I get home it's just after midnight and I can still hear the happy couple expressing their love. Like really people wanna sleep. And I doubt the whole house wants to hear them. They should really invest in a sound proof room. I would help them out with the expenses if it meant getting a good night sleep. As I trudge to my room I come face to face with Szayel looking extremely pissed.
"Can you believe it!" he screams when he sees me.
"One stupid fight and I get stripped of my rank, now I'm a fucking 8, like who the fuck does he think he is!"
I guess I missed something exciting.
"And do you hear them? Even with Grimmjow half dead they still have the balls to fuck each other senseless."
Grimmjow half dead? I must've missed something VERY exciting.
"Sounds to me like your jealous," I say pushing past him and to my room. He scoffs his response.
"Hardly," he says as he follows. "I can have anyone I want" he mumbles. As I reach my door I turn around and he slams into my chest.
"What do you want?" I scowl.
"I hear you only like doing it on your own bed, so I'm being considerate" he grumbles as he crosses his arms and cocks his hip to one side.
You have got to be kidding me...
I wasn't even going to grace that statement with a comment. I open my door step in and slam the door in his face as he tries follow, ignoring his banging and flop down on my bed burying my head in my pillows thoughts of a sexy red head clouding my mind as I drift off to sleep.
I was back at the night we first met, me and that sexy ass pineapple head. We were in the fighting ring and the fight was just getting interesting. He threw a punch and I dodged easily with a side step, I swung my leg out and tripped him. Spinning on the spot. The only difference with my dream fight and the real thing was there was no audience. Which was weird because my alter ego loves the attention. My attention was brought back to the fight at hand when I heard a shuffling behind me, I turn around no way expecting what greeted me. For some reason Renji's jeans and hoodie had changed into a kimono, a really sexy one that hung open in all the right places.
And I realized I didn't wanna kick his ass anymore.
I wanted to do something much better with that area.
He however was still intent on fighting with me. For him being a figment of my imagination his stubbornness was the same as in reality. He charged me, so I flipped him. He landed hard on his back.
On a bed?
Where did that come from?
Whatever worked for me. I pinned him down. Hands on his wrists sitting on him. He did not appreciate the switch from fight to fuck. In an attempt to get away from me he ended up thrusting his hips, and our groins connected in inexplicable pleasure. I moaned and he just blushed which made it so much hotter. So I did the only logical thing, I started to dry hump. For some odd reason each time our hips connected in glorious pleasure it sounded like knocking wood.
He he, no pun intended, but a good one none the less he he.
And it just kept getting louder and louder, then Renji screamed my name, but in someone else's voice.
And then reality came crashing in. I was in my bed sporting a major bonner with Szayel's irritating voice knocking on my door.
"What?" I called out. He mumbled out some response that I didn't catch. So reluctantly I got up and opened the door. I didn't wait to hear what he had to say, I just grabbed him by the front of his shirt and dragged his ass over to my bed. I needed release and he was so willing yesterday I don't think he would mind now. He was shocked to say the least, but he quickly got into it. I tore his clothes off and he attempted to do the same with little success. I grabbed his hardening member and stroked it until it was as hard as mine. He did nothing to mask his pleasurable screams. I knew he was over doing it but I just figured he wanted Grimmjow and Ulquiorra to hear how much fun he was having. I brought my fingers to his rear and inserted one. He was already very loose, he must've played with himself here last night when he heard the two love birds go at it. This worked out better for me, I was in no mood to prepare him, so just like that I shoved his face into the pillows and thrust in completely in one go, relishing in withering body beneath me.
To me Szayel was just a substitute for the eccentric red head I was having wet dreams of, so his pleasure was not a priority.
Mine however, was.
The more I thrust the more I thought that my Renji was getting the same treatment by the fuckin mafia bitch Byakuya the angrier I got. I was in fact so pissed I ended up grabbing Szayel's head so hard and shoving it into the pillows I was sure he was going to suffocate. This however muffled his irritating screams and moans. The more I pictured Byakuya doing this to Renji the harder my grip got, on both his head and hips. My thrusts also became more forceful and I was sure I was hurting him. But I didn't care; I was too pissed to care. Even with his face in the pillows his screams got louder and louder be it be from pain or pleasure I couldn't care, but his insides were getting tighter and he was attempting to thrust his ass back in time with my thrusts. It only took a few more to send him over the edge. He got incredibly tight and I knew I was close. I pounded a few more times into his hot hole then came myself with a grunt, riding out my orgasm with a few shallow thrusts. I pull out my limp member and watch with mild interest as a mix of blood and come trickle out if his spent ass hole. I get away from him and sit on the edge of my bed, still fuming about Renji and his lover. But mostly just about Renji, and I feel myself starting to grow hard again. Szayel starts to stir behind me, I don't turn to look at him because I know he's probably misunderstood and thinks we are going out or something now. He sits up and wraps one of his skinny arms around my shoulders and kisses my neck.
"That was amazing, best sex I've had in awhile." I can feel one of my eye brows cock on their own accord. He must be quite the masochist; I'm never that rough during sex. And when I do (no ifs) sleep with Renji I will never be that rough.
The stimulation of Szayel sucking on my neck and the images of the inevitable laying of a Renji Abari only make me even harder. And luckily for me Szayel takes notice. He smirks and gets up to get on his knees in front of me. Looking at me seductively over his glasses as he licks my head tentatively. He swirls his tongue around my head lapping up the precome that leaks from the slit, one hand pumping my shaft and the other cupping and rolling my balls. He then proceeds to deep throat me humming in delight as I use my bare foot to rub his growing erection. He licks my dick as if it's some delicious lollipop, as he pulls his head back from his bob he runs his tongue along a predominant vein that pulses with every touch. His eyes always watching me. The more I watch this the more disgusted I am with what I am doing and how I can stoop so low as to let this freak be a substitute, but I'm too far gone in pleasure to make him stop so I lean back, closing my eyes trying to imagine its someone else sucking me off. And it works I find my hand traveling to his head pushing it farther on my cock thrusting my hips violently, pulling his hair imagining my hands are running through long crimson locks. With one last thrust I force the head to drink my everything as I moan in ecstasy pushing hard with my foot feeling his own release cover it. I breathe in fast shallow breaths, my softening member still encompassed in wet heat. I release my hold on his head and remove my foot, keeping my eyes closed so I don't have to face what I just did.
"Get out" I say as I finally find my voice.
"What?" he questions, I don't have to be able to see to know the anger rising in him.
"Get. Out." without further complaint I hear him grab his discarded clothing from the floor and storm out. I flop back on my bed, arm covering my eyes. Repulsed by what I just did and by the sticky substance I land in. I groan and get up yanking my soiled sheets off the bed throwing them in the trash as I stumble into my bathroom for a much needed shower.
Sry to all the Szayel fans
hes treated like shit in this one i apologize
maybe if u want i can write a story with him
but ill need suggestions cus i dont really know what to do with him
until next time
