Chapter 18: Writhe
(For Sariniste! I have declared an Aizen revival!)
"You have no desire to enjoy champagne," Byakuya said, smirking as Aizen nudged the bedroom door shut and tossed his new spouse down on the bed, "no sweet wedding cake, no first dance...no garter and bouquet to throw to our well wishers?"
"I think that those young man are capable of minding themselves," Aizen said, pausing to loosen his clothing, before sliding onto the bed and quickly pinning his lovely mate, "And we need no champagne to make the room spin around us, nothing sweeter than our own essences to feed us tonight. And if you want to dance, then let us remove our clothes and dance naked, right here!"
"Sousuke," Byakuya moaned heatedly, his mind whirling as his husband's hot mouth trailed kisses along the side of his throat.
He watched raptly as Aizen's fingers slid beneath the fine edges of his clothes, working quickly to relieve him of them, then he reached for a bottle of champagne that had been left at their bedside.
"You said that we should enjoy some champagne to celebrate?" Aizen said, his dark eyes glinting dangerously, "Then let us indulge!"
He uncorked the bottle, and the two watched the small explosion of froth as Aizen let it spill down onto Byakuya's pretty, white flesh. He dove onto his lover's champagne spattered breast, devouring the frothy mess and sending shivers through his lover's slender body as that blazing mouth collided with the icy dribbles that decorated his skin. And despite always having had to exert control over himself, body and soul, Byakuya could only writhe helplessly under those wickedly intense brown eyes that glared down at him, those firm, commanding hands that invaded everywhere, and that devouring mouth that consumed every part of him. He took his time, exploring and tasting, stroking and teasing, while Byakuya's dark gray eyes slid closed and his breathing quickened. Deep, heedless sounds of pleasure filled the room as Aizen crawled down his lover's relinquished body, tracing the slopes and perfect curves, his senses filled with the dizzying scent of sweet sakura and his mouth alive with the tempting flavors of wine and soft flesh.
"You aren't going to bind me this time?" Byakuya teased, "Are you going soft?"
"Oh no, not in the slightest," Aizen purred, contemplating his champagne filled navel, "There is plenty of time for bondage later. This is our first dance as husband and wife."
"I am not your wife!" Byakuya snapped indignantly.
"But that is what our marriage license says, ne?" Aizen chuckled.
"Only because we would not be allowed to marry here, if we were both male," the Kuchiki CEO noted, scowling.
"It is a good thing for us, then, that you are so very unique. I would hate to have been denied your hand, when we have so scandalously produced a very lovely child together."
"He is beautiful, isn't he?" Byakuya said, a gentle smile taking over his face, "He has been such a blessing while we were apart, Sousuke."
"I am glad," Aizen sighed, sliding down lower and parting his mate's thighs.
Byakuya groaned, his mind drifting off again as Aizen's seething mouth sucked the wine from his navel, then his tongue probed the area thoroughly, before sliding downward and beginning to address his soft inner thighs and blushing genitals.
"Ah, Sousuke," Byakuya panted, watching with hazed eyes as his lover pleasured him until the room seemed to darken around him, "I feel so dizzy."
"And with none of this sweet champagne in you?" Aizen mused, "That is a crime. Let me share some with you so that you are wholly senseless. That does seem the only way to be sure that you won't run from me again."
"I am not going anywhere!" Byakuya assured him, as Aizen poured a measure of the champagne into his mouth, then sought Byakuya's, where their curling tongues battled sensuously over every drop.
He filled his mouth again, then laid down on top of his reeling mate, sharing another bubbling mouthful as he moved into position for their joining. He sought the damp, feminine entrance first, claiming it in a hard, deep thrust that made Byakuya wince and groan. The Kuchiki heir's legs wrapped tightly around his husbands' muscular torso, and he held on tightly to his shoulders, welcoming each heavy, grinding thrust. Their words faded away as passion stole their breath, allowing them only enough to pant and moan senselessly as they approached climax.
Giving his love a wicked smile, Aizen withdrew from him suddenly, throwing him over onto his belly and claiming his other entrance. Byakuya loosed a howl of something between pain and ecstasy, gripping the sheets and gasping as Aizen's powerful hips thrust harder, sending him toppling over the edges of bliss, then filling him inside as he collapsed onto Byakuya's naked back, growling with pleasure and burying his face in a tumble of soft, raven black hair. He burrowed into it, seeking the pale flesh of Byakuya's throat and placing lazier, more indulgent kisses. They drifted off for a time, still joined and entwined, enjoying the hum of warm satedness.
But even as he basked in the beauty of their renewed love, Byakuya felt the nagging sense of warning inside, and it made him hold onto the other man even more tightly.
They took me from you before. But kami help me, they will not do so again. Not while I live and breathe. I have been yours all along, and there will never be anyone else for me, but you. And I will fight to the death to protect our love, as I did not before.
"I love you, Sousuke," he whispered into his dozing mate's ear.
A dark brown eye opened and met his sleepily, and seeing the return of worry, Aizen claimed his lover's frowning mouth, and plied it with hard, passionate kisses, until the Kuchiki heir's lips smiled again.
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"I see we've been abandoned," Tetsuya mused, watching as the minister bowed respectfully, then left the three young men alone in the ballroom.
Grimmjow's eyes ran around the room, where a banquet awaited them, then to the dance floor.
"Too bad," he laughed, "What are we gonna do with all of this food, great music and that dance floor?"
"I know where I'm starting," chuckled Renji.
"Shit, Red," said Grimmjow, shaking his head, "How you can think of food right now is beyond me. You can feel it, right? Those two are in there blowing the doors off of the bedroom."
"Yeah?" mused Renji, grinning at the way Tetsuya blushed at the suggestion, "Well, if you're gonna blow the doors off of anything, you really should charge up first!"
The redhead snaked an arm around his lovely boyfriend's waist and turned the two towards the food-laden table.
"Yeah," Grimmjow growled softly to himself, eyeing the two and smirking, "I may need a little extra energy tonight."
He joined Tetsuya and Renji at the table, where the three set the ceremonial swords they had been carrying aside, and descended on the feast that had been prepared.
"Hey, don't give him that!" Renji objected, waving off Grimmjow's offer of champagne to Tetsuya, "You know he's underage!"
"It's a family wedding, for kami's sake!" Grimmjow complained, "And I think Tetsuya probably tastes plenty of wine up there at Kuchiki Manor, ne?"
"Well, Byakuya and I do have some together on occasion with our meals," Tetsuya confessed, "Or sometimes we do have champagne on special occasions."
"Right," Grimmjow confirmed, pouring him a glass, "Lighten up, Red. It's not like we're gonna get him drunk and have our way with him. We're celebrating."
"Huh," Renji huffed, "And why are you so happy about Tetsuya's parents finally tying the knot?"
"Heh, because Aizen's so focused on riding Byakuya, he leaves us the hell alone. I'm in this for the music, but you know, Red, how that bastard uses everyone around him to get what he wants. He put me up to taking those pictures of your boyfriend, and I'm damned sure he's not done manipulating, no matter how pretty Tetsuya's mama is!"
"Damn, that sounds strange when you say that," mused Renji, "Byakuya's not girly. I've never seen anything feminine about him. To think he's basically female."
"That is only on the inside," Tetsuya said, frowning, "You should remember, he raised me. I looked up to him as a boy to a man, and I still do. Despite his condition, he identifies with the world as a man."
"Except when our boss is on top of him," Grimmjow laughed.
"Shut up!" Tetsuya snapped, swatting at the blue-haired vocalist, who caught the younger man's wrist and snickered.
"You're cute when you're pissed," he chuckled.
"You're drunk," Tetsuya answered, scowling.
"On half a glass of champagne?" Grimmjow mused, "Not likely. Red and I used to..."
"Would you knock it off about that!" Renji said, glaring at him, "Tetsuya's not like that. He doesn't drink to let loose. He isn't like we used to be. Byakuya's been good about teaching him right from wrong. Street brats like us have got no business trying to mislead him. Show him some fucking respect, okay?"
"So, you don't drink to let loose," Grimmjow repeated, slyly, leaning closer to the younger man, "What do ya' do to let loose, then?"
"I don't know," Tetsuya snickered, glancing at Renji, "I only escaped the family chokehold recently. And even then, the only way I've acted out was by singing and dancing with you two. That is as wild as it gets, I am afraid."
"It's wild enough, if you ask me," Renji laughed affectionately, "I haven't left one of our practice sessions without a hard on, you know."
"Renji!" Tetsuya laughed, blushing furiously.
"Hey, he ain't the only one," Grimmjow agreed, "The way you rub that pretty ass of yours up against us, while we're all singing together? I think Gin isn't just a genius at choreography, the guy's a fucking sadist, using you to tease the two of us like that."
"Well," Tetsuya surmised, "I imagine that is why the demo has gotten such a wonderful response."
"Yeah, I guess so," Renji said, shaking his head ruefully, "Sex sells, ne?"
"And we have sexy written all over us when we're doing our thing," Grimmjow agreed, pushing himself away from the table, "Speaking of which, while we've got this great dance floor and music over here, what say we have a little bit of fun?"
"But we haven't had cake yet," Tetsuya objected.
"Huh," Grimmjow huffed, "older guys like us can't be eating a lot of sweets like you kids can. Too much of that and we won't be fitting into our leather pants anymore! Come on, you two. Stop stuffing your faces and let's dance."
He ignored their less than interested response and left the table to peruse the available music. As Tetsuya and Renji continued to eat, and stole glances at him, the blue-haired vocalist looked over the equipment and songs, then selected several and cued them up in the system. The first began to play, a sultry tune with a deep, throbbing beat that, before long had Renji and Tetsuya abandoning their places at the table and moving onto the dance floor together. Grimmjow watched with narrowed eyes and a piqued expression as the other two young men, moved in close to each other and pressed their bodies together, moving rhythmically with the hypnotic beat of the music.
Grimmjow waited until Renji claimed Tetsuya's smiling mouth, and the two became too involved in kissing each other to notice him, then he stole up behind Tetsuya and wrapped his arms around the younger man from behind, making him gasp and try to turn. But the blue-haired man held him in place, meeting Renji's angry, red-brown eyes with a decidedly hungry gaze.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Renji growled, holding on to Tetsuya protectively, "I told you before. Tetsuya is with me. Let go of..."
Renji went stiff as Grimmjow leaned forward, still holding Tetsuya in place, and crashed his lips into the redhead's still protesting ones. He nipped at Renji's earlobe, letting his hands slide down Tetsuya's stunned and frozen body, teasing the blushing redhead's ear with hot breath.
"Go with it, Red," Grimmjow hissed provocatively, "C'mon, you both know that those sparks we're making when we sing together aren't just Gin's choreography! We're good together. Let's stop screwing around, here and make something more beautiful than music!"
Tetsuya gasped in shock as a hot, biting mouth descended on one side of his throat, and Grimmjow pressed harder, up against his back, grinding erotically against his bottom and laughing as Renji met the younger man's eyes questioningly. Grimmjow's lips slid gently along Tetsuya's soft cheek, then his lips teased the younger man's and his ice-blue eyes held Tetsuya's captive.
"W-we don't have to do this," Renji said bracingly, "We can tell him to stop."
"But, do you really want me to stop?" Grimmjow purred against the sensitive flesh beneath Tetsuya's earlobe, "Come on, angel. It's time to learn how to really fly!"
"Renji..." Tetsuya breathed, wide-eyed, "He is right. What I feel when the three of us dance together...!"
Renji hesitated a moment longer, glaring meaningfully into Grimmjow's feral, gleaming eyes, then released a flustered breath.
"You hurt him and I'll kill you," he said in a low, angry tone.
"Don't worry, Red," Grimmjow answered, tightening his hold on Tetsuya, and seeking the buttons to loosen his clothing, "I don't want to hurt either of you. I just want you."
"Oh!" Tetsuya moaned as Renji's mouth claimed his again, plundering it ravenously as Grimmjow attacked his neck from behind and continued to undress him. The music wrapped around the three, the sound caressing them hypnotically as the fine clothing was slowly, piece by piece, shed. The only piece left was the lovely, deep blue traditional family scarf that trailed over Tetsuya's shoulders and fluttered and turned attractively around his body as the three moved with the music, exchanging more and more aggressive kisses as the beat intensified.
Tetsuya's mind spun sweetly as he caught glimpses of Renji's boldly tattooed flesh, that mingled with those of Grimmjow's paler skin. His own sakura scent blended with Renji and Grimmjow's wilder aromas, making him feel light-headed and weak-kneed as the other two men's hands and fingers began to explore him everywhere. His breath left him and he began to pant softly, feeling those rough hands and lips travel over him, touching him as no one ever had, in all of his life. He sucked in a surprised breath and sweat broke out on his skin as a stray hand brushed against his hardening member. The seeking hand paused for a moment, as though waiting for his reaction, then began to pleasure him as the three continued their heated, erotic dance.
"Are you sure you wanna do this?" Renji asked, rubbing his face against the soft scarf, then nipping at Tetsuya's parted lips, "I know you weren't sure you were ready before. And Grimmjow's not as gentle a lover as I am."
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Grimmjow chided the redhead, snapping and sucking at his fingertips, "I'm not going to hurt him."
"We just need to be sure he's okay with this," Renji insisted.
"I'm fine!" Tetsuya said firmly, pressing back against Grimmjow and sliding down the front of his body, then sliding back up again. The blue-haired vocalist growled and grabbed the younger man's hips, then pushed his own forward.
"You feel what you're doing to me?" he asked warningly, running his tongue along the back of Tetsuya's pale neck, then nipping and sucking as Renji moved forward, capturing Tetsuya's hips and lacing his fingers together with Grimmjow's, "You're not acting like an angel, mitsukai! If you are one, I think you are about to fall!"
The three intensified the rhythmic, grinding movement of their bodies, their state of arousal moving to fever pitch. The silken scarf wrapped haphazardly around Tetsuya's bared body, teased their skin sensuously, sending soft shivers through the younger man and slowly driving his two, more feral, lovers into a passionate frenzy.
Tetsuya flinched nervously as Renji's hand sought his nether region, then commenced a purposeful invasion, carefully preparing the younger man's body for their joining. He was surprised to hear Grimmjow's voice speak into his ear more softly as the blue-haired vocalist held and caressed him, continuing the steady, intimate motion of their bound and undulating bodies. The flashing lights and throbbing pulses of music mingled with the warm, enchanting touches on his flesh, overcoming his initial anxiety and slowly leaving him undone. He was beyond resisting when his two lovers began to lower him gently to his knees. Tetsuya slid closer to Renji as the redhead came to rest on his knees, pausing as Renji and Grimmjow carefully positioned him to join with the redhead first. Renji's hands held his hips carefully and both men soothed him with delicious, amorous kisses as his body and Renji's were sweetly joined.
He flinched and groaned, panting harshly into the redhead's shoulder, as Grimmjow's hand moved down to distract him with stimulation of his flushed and alert genitals. Tetsuya settled against Renji, meeting his mouth for a flurry of kisses.
"You all right, now?" Renji asked in a lower, huskier voice.
"I am fine," Tetsuya assured him.
But, he gasped in mingled shock and anticipation, when Grimmjow's fingers continued to prepare him, then as he reeled against Renji's shoulder, held by both of the other men, Grimmjow very cautiously joined with them.
The feeling was indescribable. There was a flash of pain, at first, but a blaze of kisses and passionate caresses made the discomfort fade quickly. Then, the wonderful feeling of being so full swept over Tetsuya in a dizzying wave, making him hold tight to Renji's shoulder as his lovers alternated their movements, still keeping them in time with the music that vibrated the air all around them. Within moments the three young men had nearly lost their breath. They panted and writhed together, bathed in sweet flashes of light and sound and carried over into sweet oblivion. Pleasure exploded between the three, making them writhe harder and hold each other even more tightly. And as climax gave way to the gentle hum of sweet satedness, they joined their hands, exchanging an ending barrage of lazier kisses.
"Your body is heavenly," Grimmjow whispered in his ear, "No wonder they call you an angel."
He met Renji's eyes over Tetsuya's still trembling shoulder and sought the redhead's lips.
"I missed you, Renji."
Renji hesitated a moment, letting the ends of his hair tickle Tetsuya's sweating face, then meeting Grimmjow's eyes again.
"Yeah, I missed you too," he confessed, "But we're good again."
"Yeah," Grimmjow said, closing his eyes and resting more firmly against Tetsuya's bare back, "We're good, now."
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Aizen Sousuke's fingers dipped into a bowl of fresh strawberries, as he removed a piece of the tender, juicy fruit and slipped it between Byakuya's parted lips, then dribbled a bit of champagne onto his lover's tongue before joining their mouths and feeding slowly on the sweet fruit, bubbly wine and the soft flesh of his lover. Byakuya's dark eyes trailed down their sprawled, still joined and sweat-misted bodies, his mind tinged with worry about what would happen upon their return home, but too happy at finally being one with the man he loved to let his family's probable reaction deter him.
"How long will it be until we know if you are pregnant again?" Aizen asked, his brown eyes blinking very slowly.
"A month. Two, perhaps," Byakuya answered softly.
Aizen sighed and let his eyes slide shut as he met Byakuya's lips again.
"I do not want you to take any risks, Byakuya. If you see any sign that they have learned of what we have done, I want you and Tetsuya to come to me immediately. Take no chances. Your family has already tried once to kill you. And finding that you have married me may well push them beyond reason."
"I understand," the Kuchiki CEO said quietly, lacing his fingers together with his husband's, "But you need not worry. The marriage is confidential. And even if they were to find out, I am far from the naive teen I was when we met, Sousuke."
"Yes," Aizen agreed, letting his breath and light touches of his lips tease the raven-haired man's blushing throat, "But still. Be careful."
"I will."