Requested by Kiharu Lamperouge- thank you
Byakuya x Gin
Crashed
They were a silent partnership; neither spoke in the darkness.
They felt their way by touch and by memory, cool hands eliciting cool responses that only thawed for the briefest of moments, as one would throw his head back to reveal the line of his bare throat in a silent supplication.
No utterance in the darkness as the second laid cold lips against the taut muscle of that extended neck. They never said a word to each other when the night drew around and found them together again: what use would they be, when finger-tips left patterns of bruises and their faces never smiled truely, always refused to ever extend beyond one stoic expression, one pseudo-friendly, sinister smirk.
But although the words were not there, the reliance was. Control was kept up at all times, and no sign of anything was ever given; no quarter drawn. One made sure never to look at the other; the second was always certain to never let the leer of his constant smile change at all when he stared around the room and he felt the brushes of languid but forceful touches against the inside of his thighs.
Always, the perfect masks.
And though, in the darkness, there was only ever the two of them, both felt silently crushed by the presence of those that they could not escape; the memory of a woman, the threat of a man. They pressed together more firmly, as if to drive the demons out, although both knew that neither could, and that neither would ever, really, have the resolve to try.
They said nothing even in the climax: affection was not, and never had been, a part of this secret debacle.
They kissed deep, they fucked hard, they stayed effortlessly silent.
When they separated their faces remained the same, their lives still ripped apart. This was not gentle, and this was not healing. It was something far more feral than either of those things, and as such was regarded with importance, but not substance. No meaning, only motion.
On the field of battle, both made sure not to meet each others eyes, just as they had once made sure never to look at each other in the stoic hush of the Captain's meetings, or in the heavy heat of the bed.
One kept his expression indifferent, the second kept his grin in focus.
They said nothing.
Inside, they crashed, as they had been crashing for innumerable years.