SO SORRY FOR THE LONG ASS WAIT
HERE IT IS ANOTHER CHAPTER
A little Renji POV now, didn't think I would do this but depending how this chapter goes down I may write a prequel to this story revolving around Renji's story line.
Better Late Than Never
Chapter Twelve
The knock came at my door at quarter past 7, on the dot. Like always. It had been this way since Starrk and I had our little hook up in the bathroom those long weeks ago. The attendant called out my name in question as he did every morning.
"Abarai-san?" an emotionless tone resounded through my solid wood door. Byakuya insisted on Japanese honorifics on his property and in his person. At first, when I was just a noob in the house I found it quite exotic and appealing, however now hearing it these many years later I reminds me where exactly I belong and to whom I am chained too. Byakuya wasn't an idiot, he knew what happened that night I followed Starrk out of the bar, after all I had his fucking cell number written on my hip. Of course he would've seen it. That night he was particularly rough, not in any sexual way but he threw me in the shower ripped, and scrubbed every inch of my skin raw. And I mean EVERY INCH. It still hurt to crap 3 days later, not to mention he didn't speak with me or even look at me for the rest of the week.
He wont admit it to me but I'm sure he tried to call and texted the number a couple times, I'm actually surprised he didn't trace it and have the dude blown up or killed in some equally messy fashion. So as you can imagine I was genuinely surprised when I saw that lazy fucker waltz into the washroom before Byakuya's meeting with Karyia. Needless to say Byakuya didn't buy the having to crap story. And he tired his best to eradicate every trace of Starrk in the parking garage after the meeting.
A key jingled in the lock as the attendant opened my door. I was now a prisoner in this house, paying for my infidelity with my freedom. Guards were stationed outside my room 24/7 and my windows would only open so far, not allowing me at anytime to squeeze through. Not like I had tried. I was already on Byakuya's naughty list I don't want to be on his hit list.
This was my life since then, early morning booty call for the 'master' of the house, summoned like a escort then dismissed when he had his fill, or technically speaking, I had his fill. Then I was escorted back to my room, where I passed the day, being brought meals whenever he deemed it necessary.
I missed my freedom, but then again this wasn't a new development. I had been feeling this way for a little over a year now. I wasn't bred for the quite life beside a powerful man, I wanted a life where the best thrill in life is throwing you fist in someone's face and drinking sake with a bunch of rowdy friends. Not these word and mind games played over a glass of $200 wine and a filet mignon. For the first few months we knew each other I did just that. However back then I wasn't his bedmate, since I started sharing his bed, everything changed. I was no longer one of the guys; I was the boss' guy. I was off limits.
When we reached Byakuya's room the attendant knocked, and without waiting for a response he opened the door. I walked in like I did so many times before, and he locked it behind me, keeping his post outside the door for when he was summoned to remove me. I walked in shedding my sleeping kimono as I walked through the sitting room to his bedchamber. He was standing by the side door looking at the garden as droplets of rain assaulted the petals and leaves mercilessly. I shivered in the cold, goose bumps rising up over my naked body. Without turning from the open door Byakuya asked.
"Do you love me Renji?" I stiffened unsure of how to respond, so I said nothing, I wasn't lying, but then I wasn't confirming it.
"Did you ever love me?" this was getting dangerous. I had to say something.
"I think I did, once. In the beginning." I said somberly, quite aware that I might be signing my death warrant.
"What changed?" again I remained silent, unable to think of an answer that would satisfy him.
"Do you think I ever loved you?" I might as well kill myself the way this is going.
"I'd like to think you did, at some point, but I know that I would be lying to myself." I whispered. I didn't like to be reminded of my old infatuation with this man, the first time we kissed I had been so over joyed because I had thought he felt the same way, that I had finally gotten through his walled heart. That I had made the Kuchiki head fall in love.
"As you are aware I have never felt the love one would for a wife or a husband towards you but do not mistake that for me not feeling anything for you." With this he turned, his cold grey eyes looking at me, sizing me up as he did every morning as if I had changed much in a night. He walks over to me, his hand rising to my cold cheek.
"I'm not in the mood for mindless sex this morning Renji, he whispers his warm breath grazing across my chin and down my neck. I look down into his eyes, which are focused on my lips.
"I'm sorry to disturb you then sir." I say pulling away to recover my kimono and leave.
"I said mindless sex Renji, this morning I'm going to make love to you as a proper lover, and I hope that you can come to love me as you once did. I cannot promise that I will return your feelings but over time you will accept this and know that you will always belong to me."
I look at him, my heart crumbling in despair, there really is no escape. I know this, his eyes are emotionless but they hold only the honest truth. I will rot in this house all because he wishes it.
"This being said I expect you to remain faithful. You are mine Renji Abarai, and you will always be. You are useful in the field Renji, but I don't want you coming home with covered in another mans scent. If Coyote Starrk was not one of Aizen's Espada's I would have him skinned in front of you for touching what belongs to me. That being said I do not wish to start a war for my selfish whims, but do not mistake this act of mercy for weakness. Step out of line one more time and war be damned he will die. Do you understand Renji?" I nod my head, my face mimicking his emotionless eyes.
I'm trapped, ad we both know it. He nods his head as well, a twitch in his lips the only emotionally rouse I get. He leans forward head tilting up, his lips covering mine. In a chaste kiss, that would fool anyone into thinking they were loved. I kiss back hoping my lips aren't trembling from the tears threatening to fall. The last thing I need is for him to see is me cry.
