AN: The Four Long Seasons will be a collection of NC-17 oneshots centering on Byakuya/Yoruichi or Byakuya/Hisana (but mostly ByaYoru). Some will be PWP and all of them are set in the Bleach universe. Some have spoilers and different timelines.
This chapter will be broken into two parts: This part is Byakuya/Hisana, the second part will be Byakuya/Yoruichi.
First part revised as of 5/19/11.
The FourLong Seasons, Chapter 1, part 1: Frost at Midnight
“Hisana, please. You’re still ill.”
His wife looks to him with large, playful eyes. They are the color of a long summer night; he wouldn’t be surprised if some god had stuck twin pieces of the galaxy in them upon birth. Hisana’s small, feminine mouth lifts in a smile, before she leans up to touch them upon his cheek.
“I
was ill, my Lord. I’m no longer bedridden. Surely you will not refuse your beloved’s only request?”
Byakuya’s hands slip farther about her waist, her small figure enveloped in thick robes to ward off winter’s chill. He kisses her forehead once, twice, before skimming her left temple, her cheek, before finally reaching her ear. He can feel her shudder as he speaks softly into it.
“You know I cannot say ‘no’ to you, Hisana.”
The man feels a shiver of his own when her small hands slide into his robes, palms sliding along his ribs before resting on his back. The lamplight brings color to her pale face, and evening shadows follow every hollow along her throat. Her kimono is the gray of a Verdin’s feathers. She’s wearing his favorite mulberry obi, the hue mimicking her eyes.
Hisana nuzzles his throat, moving her hands to clasp his yukata. “I always liked this blue yukata on you,” she says, fingers running down the wool. Her free hand moves to run through his long, dark hair, falling along his shoulders. She notes the paleness of his skin, longer hours serving the Gotei 13 tiring him. Her worries are quelled when he returns home, and around her, Byakuya is livelier than with anyone else.
Byakuya takes her wandering hand, dipping his head to kiss her.
She sighs through her nose when his lips meet hers, one hand cupped behind her head, the other closing the bedroom doors. Hisana has to stand on tiptoe to reach him. He feels her fingers rake gently through his hair, ticklish, teasing. He doesn’t notice tipping over the tray of tea at their feet as he lifts her, her arms winding about his shoulders.
Their bed still smells like the clover she’d perfumed herself with two days prior; now, he can smell lavender in her hair and on her skin, which he bares to the night and his eyes only. Even after three years of marriage, Hisana has a touch of modesty, and her arms cross, loosely, over her breasts. He shushes her and gently pries them away, gooseflesh erupting on her skin.
“Shall I warm you again?” He presses a grin into her neck, feels her hands begin to tug his clothing away. Her laughter is soft like the snowfall outside.
“Are you certain
you will do the warming, Lord Byakuya?”
He doesn’t answer; too busy enjoying her hands on his abdominals, his chest, across his shoulders. After she has tugged his clothing off, Byakuya kisses her again, slow and long, punctuated with sighs. Her eyes wander along his body, pausing to appreciate the strength in his arms, the fading scars on his chest. Byakuya flexes his stomach when her fingers brush his abs.
“Still ticklish, I see,” she grasps either side of his head to guide his lips to her. She wriggles when his fingers dance down her ribs, thumbs pressing into her stomach for a moment, before sliding back up to cup her breasts in his palms. He squeezes them gently, teasing her nipples into solid nubs, and Byakuya likes the noise she makes when he twists them.
Although Hisana is small, she pulls him down to her with surprising strength. She covers his face and neck with kisses, lighting a blaze within him as she goes. Her teeth nibble at his ear, never hard enough to draw blood; Hisana is as gentle now as ever.
Byakuya feels her tremble as he slides down her body, licking her throat, breath tickling the tender skin of her shoulders. In all their years of marriage, Byakuya has never marked her pale flesh, because she is not just his lover, but his wife.
Her fingernails scrape lightly down his back as she whispers his name, her dark hair spread upon the pillow. She arches and writhes beneath him, slim legs rubbing along his sides.
She feels the low growl which rumbles from his mouth as he bends his head. Licking the underside of her breast to hear her moan, Byakuya sucks one hard, rosy nipple between his lips. Byakuya groans and circles the tip of his tongue around the sensitive areola, her body endlessly moving beneath his. Her hands are everywhere; in his hair, down his back, clutching his biceps or reaching down to squeeze his buttocks in an insistent manner.
Hisana is gentle and a little shy, but she’s still a woman, and her desires burn intensely as any one of his past, less docile lovers.
She cries out again when his teeth scrape down her stomach, hips rising to meet him. Byakuya doesn’t shush her when she pants his name, unconcerned with anyone who may hear. She says his name like no woman ever has.
Hisana trembles now with longing as he guides both knees behind his neck, her body soft and pliant; able to bend whichever way he pleases.
Her thighs are warm and soft against his cheeks, his breath becoming ragged. Her hands clutch his head as Byakuya licks her soft inner labia. Her fragrance is pungent without being overwhelming, and she tastes salty, bitter and sweet all at once.
Byakuya doesn’t consider himself to be a selfish man. Even at his most impatient he pleasured past lovers in any way they liked, taking more enjoyment from their bliss than his own.
Her clit is already hard before Byakuya teases it with his tongue, nudging the fleshy hood away to suck on it, her thighs quivering. Her whimpers grow unsteady when he dabs the tip of his tongue over it, a moan of his own rumbling up his chest. Hisana pulls on his hair when he pushes first one, then two fingers into her, curling them inside, moving them in a slow, rolling motion. The heat of her moans goes straight through him.
Her thighs begin to jerk, so he kisses the flushed skin of her mons to soothe, before leaning down again and sucking the inner lips into his mouth. Hisana’s cries grow ever louder, hips rising off the bedding. Her body has always been very sensitive to his attentions, and it doesn’t take long before she comes.
He doesn’t restrain her when the first wave of orgasm hits. Byakuya leans above her, one strong hand cupping her entire sex, the other combing through her hair. She shakes and shivers like a maple leaf, whimpers his name. Hisana grips his bicep, and tenses once more, before her hips fall back onto the bed.
She murmurs words of love and takes him into her arms, legs wrapping about his waist. Byakuya settles his head into her neck, smelling the sweat and perfume on her skin. Her hands flutter up and down his back, across his shoulder blades and over his thighs. Hisana kisses him persistently, tongue slipping past his lips. Byakuya shivers when one of her hands pushes down his stomach, over the flexing muscles, and he lifts upward slightly to grant her access.
Hisana is forceful in her own way, but Byakuya has never found a reason to deny her of any request.
Her hand is warm as anything, feels better than his own ever was on lonely nights. Hisana’s slender fingers cup his balls and press in just the way he likes, and Byakuya groans when they slick back up to draw his foreskin tightly over the head. His hips jerk when she draws it back down, rolling her wrist, giggling faintly. Byakuya’s head falls toward her, eyes heavy-lidded. Hisana savors every moan he gives her.
Her eyes shine playfully in the darkness. “And some say you are unresponsive; how unknowing they are.”
Byakuya nibbles her lower lip, breathing into her ear, “they say that because only you can make me so, Hisana. Don’t be coquettish, my love.”
So saying, Byakuya lifts to kneel before her, prying her hand away, kissing her palm. Hisana shivers as he runs his hands up her stomach, cupping her breasts, molding them however he likes. Hisana leans up to kiss him, hooking her slim legs over his thighs, squealing when his hands cup her bottom to press her against him. They kiss a few moments more, before Byakuya lays her back once again.
Her eyes watch him as he silently strokes himself in preparation, her fingers tripping up his thigh. She bites her lips when he presses the head of his arousal against her, before it slides in with a soft, wet noise. Both her arms go around him as Byakuya slips inside, stretching and filling her. His lips are hot and slick against her neck. Hisana digs her heels into his firm backside as he begins to rock against her, grunting her name.
Byakuya closes his eyes, head spinning; she’s wet, warm and
perfect tight.
His thrusts are hard enough to send vibrations up her back. Hisana arches up, his arms wrapping securely around her waist. Hisana moans and gasps, head back, baring her throat. Byakuya quiets her with a kiss, tongue sliding into her mouth. She bites his lips in return.
Hisana can only give him this, so she gives herself freely. To the Kuchiki clan, she’s only a Rukongai rat, and during the day she averts her eyes, mumbles her thanks. Only during these moments can she free Byakuya from his name, and she from her origins.
Every muscle in her body is drawn tight, head back, arms and thighs tensing about him. Byakuya withdraws, her thighs over his, his hands closing over her hips. He moans and sighs, putting the feel of her to memory. Hisana’s skin is wet with sweat despite the cold, dark hair mussed. Her breasts jar with each push he makes against her, her nipples hard and shining, begging to be kissed.
Hisana says something incomprehensible as Byakuya hoists her legs farther up his back. He leans down to suck one nipple into his mouth, her hands in his hair.
The scratches she leaves on his shoulders will mark. Byakuya presses into her with all his strength, balls-deep inside, cursing as her walls suck him in. Sweat gathers on his forehead as he pushes into her with greater force, burying himself completely, before withdrawing and doing so again and again. His name falls erratically from her lips. Hisana sobs when he draws out, patting her clit with the slick head of his cock to tease her.
Hisana’s whole body tingles, breathing heavily. Modesty gone, she spreads her legs further, pleading, trying to pull him back in. Byakuya rubs his hands consolingly up her arms, whispering words of love and adoration. This only furthers her frustration, so she pulls his hair none-too-gently, giggling between moans.
Byakuya grins a little, just enough to pull his mouth up, and pins her arms to her sides. Their foreheads touch as he leans in to speak. His long, dark hair falls over their faces like a veil. She meets the intensity of his gaze with equal ferocity.
“If you keep doing that, I’ll have to be coarse with you, Hisana. I don’t want to do that.”
She runs her lips along his jaw before she answers, softly, “as if you could be anything but kind to me, my Lord.”
He draws a gasp from her as he jerks back inside, all the way in, hard enough that his testicles slap against her bottom. She clings to him tighter than ever. Byakuya’s lips are dry, muscles burning with exertion, heart thunder-clapping in his ears. Hisana pulls herself against him, breasts crushed against his solid chest. His thumbs dig into the jut of her hipbones.
She meets him thrust for thrust, palms pressed against his face. Their groans and sighs take on a new pitch. When Byakuya burrows his face into her neck, Hisana urges for his release, even as a familiar heat pools into every part of her. His hand slides between them, and she sees stars when his thumb scrapes her clit; once, twice, three times.
Hisana gives a throaty cry when she comes again. It’s swifter this time, less intense, but just as breathtaking. She makes a low noise when Byakuya pulls away from her, even now fearing for her health, as he comes across her thighs and stomach. It’s hot and sticky on her skin.
The room spins, so Hisana closes her eyes, chest heaving, limbs shaking. She hears a rustle of fabric as Byakuya settles down beside her. He lifts one of her knees over his hip to drag his hand over her sex, cupping her as he did before; safe, secure. She’s too weary to speak, so Hisana slides her arms over his shoulders, guiding his head to pillow against her breasts.
Outside, a winter breeze rustles the tree limbs. The room is quiet, save for their breathing and the flickering lamp beside the bed.
Byakuya is the first to speak. He lifts his head, dark gaze resting on her face. “Are you well?”
Her lashes flutter before Hisana opens her eyes. Their color is deeper now, and this close, Byakuya can see every fleck of violet inside them. She nuzzles his cheek, “very well, Lord Byakuya.”
Byakuya runs his thumb over her forehead, brushing the lock of hair falling over her face aside. Hisana watches his adam’s apple move with each word he speaks with fascination.
“I’m glad to hear that, Hisana. Rest now. I’ll be here when you wake.”
She sighs quietly when he lifts her legs up to pull the blankets out from under them, pressing her closer to him as he pulls the covers over. She pillows her head against his arm, resting her cheek on his chest. Her body is soft against his, and Byakuya allows himself to relax against her, looking down upon her face.
Byakuya extinguishes the lamplight, and lies down to sleep beside his wife.
