The wisdom of a stray dog
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Bleach › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
4,741
Reviews:
18
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Bleach, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Heart of the King of Spades
Author’s Note: Yaoi. This story is a bitter one. I wrote it after watching the ninety-fifth and ninety-sixth episode of “Bleach”. Enough said that those particular episodes seem to show Byakuya’s true nature, me thinks. British spelling, grammar and vocabulary, as usual.
Characters: Byakuya and Renji – the latter trying to gain something important for their relationship.
Summary: There are times when you are so confused and helpless, that you don’t know what to do, what to say or how to behave. In other words, you know you should contradict yourself, but you don’t know how to do it.
Rating: R/NC-17
Disclaimer: BLEACH is not mine. This story is just a fan fiction.
Music: Baby Can I Hold You Tonight Tracy Chapman (wisdom is bliss, isn’t it?)
Dedication: to all Tracy Chapman’s music admirers.
THE HEART OF THE KING OF SPADES
“Not so tight, Renji. Be gentler, if you please” Byakuya’s voice was deceivingly calm and emotionless, while his eyes reflected a silent command meant to control his subordinate’s actions and gestures. To emphasise the inadequacy of Abarai’s behaviour, Kuchiki withdrew himself a little from Renji’s embrace.
But Renji was pissed tonight, his vision blurry from sake and the heart overly courageous. So he pulled his taichou closer, murmuring ‘Belt up, ye dimwit’ and kissed Byakuya’s porcelain neck and shoulders without permission, without hesitation, relentlessly and hungrily, leaving a small love bite slightly below the hairline behind Byakuya’s left ear. Suddenly, the length of the present moment seemed to be entirely in the gift of Renji’s. Byakuya realised his whole body was trembling, left at Abarai’s tender mercies. Renji was like a virtuoso playing the Stradivarius violin, being both gentle and eager, sophisticated and simple, inquisitive and knowledgeable, experimenting considerably and showing a certain amount of routine.
Brushing the silky, black fringe off the alabaster forehead, Renji kissed the delicate skin barely covering light blue veins on Byakuya’s temples, slowly moving warm lips down the cheekbone and running his fingertips along the perfect jaw line, reaching for black-haired man’s chin only to stroke it tenderly, so lightly as if he were a wind.
“Abarai-fukutaichou...” Byakuya attempted to protest, but Renji cut him off with a rough, hard kiss.
“Talk to me, taichou... Don’t give me those silly orders or any commands, talk to me. Stop feeding your dog crap, try givin’ him some good food instead...” Renji’s breath was warm, smelling strongly of alcohol, auburn eyes filled with determination and, undoubtedly, hope.
“Sorry
Is all that you can't say
Years gone by and still
Words don't come easily
Like sorry like sorry”
“Abarai-fukutaichou, you are under a strong influence of alcohol you have consumed before coming here. Leave my house this instant!” Byakuya replied.
The anger glittering in his steel grey eyes would normally force Renji in submission, but tonight everything had been different, for Abarai laughed a drunken, heavy, sarcastic laugh and ignored his captain’s words completely. Clutching his palms on Byakuya’s wrists, so strongly as if his hands were a vice, the magenta haired man mumbled something intelligible and pulled Kuchiki on to the futon, untying the obiage which bound the taichou’s dove grey silk yukata and pushing the expensive, delicate material away hastily.
“Talk to me...” he whispered in his dark, drunken voice, “Talk to me, touch me the way you truly want to, taichou... You don’t have to feel ashamed – jus’ be free and easy with me, Kuchiki-sama... Listen to yer heart for a while, jus’ once... Stop contradictin’ yersel’, everyone needs someone by their side, no one wants to be lonely...”
Byakuya turned his head in order not to look his vice captain in the eyes and tried to push Renji away, attempting to wriggle his wrists out of Abarai’s iron grasp.
“Doesn’t matter if ye use Senbonsakura on me, Kuchiki-sama. I’m not afraid of ye, so don’t stamp yer boot expectin’ the world to do yer biddin’. Ye shouldnae push me away, ‘cause I’m nae dolly in yer dolly hoose, ye ken!” Renji’s voice was deafeningly loud. The unrestrained fukutaichou, intoxicated with sake and his own despair, had apparently reached his limit of patience and compromise.
“I love you
Is all that you can't say
Years gone by and still
Words don't come easily
Like I love you I love you”
If I’ll reject him, I might commit hara-kiri as well... But considering how many times have I regretted accepting his touches and even longing for his closeness... And yet... Was it truly my own regret or have I been merely following the lines which tradition and law drew for me to go along? But if I cannot obey the law, who shall obey? Does the law count that much for me? What do I really need?
“But you can say baby
Baby can I hold you tonight
Maybe if I told you the right words
At the right time you'd be mine”
Explanatory notes
Belt up – shut up
Fringe – in American English: bangs
Characters: Byakuya and Renji – the latter trying to gain something important for their relationship.
Summary: There are times when you are so confused and helpless, that you don’t know what to do, what to say or how to behave. In other words, you know you should contradict yourself, but you don’t know how to do it.
Rating: R/NC-17
Disclaimer: BLEACH is not mine. This story is just a fan fiction.
Music: Baby Can I Hold You Tonight Tracy Chapman (wisdom is bliss, isn’t it?)
Dedication: to all Tracy Chapman’s music admirers.
THE HEART OF THE KING OF SPADES
“Not so tight, Renji. Be gentler, if you please” Byakuya’s voice was deceivingly calm and emotionless, while his eyes reflected a silent command meant to control his subordinate’s actions and gestures. To emphasise the inadequacy of Abarai’s behaviour, Kuchiki withdrew himself a little from Renji’s embrace.
But Renji was pissed tonight, his vision blurry from sake and the heart overly courageous. So he pulled his taichou closer, murmuring ‘Belt up, ye dimwit’ and kissed Byakuya’s porcelain neck and shoulders without permission, without hesitation, relentlessly and hungrily, leaving a small love bite slightly below the hairline behind Byakuya’s left ear. Suddenly, the length of the present moment seemed to be entirely in the gift of Renji’s. Byakuya realised his whole body was trembling, left at Abarai’s tender mercies. Renji was like a virtuoso playing the Stradivarius violin, being both gentle and eager, sophisticated and simple, inquisitive and knowledgeable, experimenting considerably and showing a certain amount of routine.
Brushing the silky, black fringe off the alabaster forehead, Renji kissed the delicate skin barely covering light blue veins on Byakuya’s temples, slowly moving warm lips down the cheekbone and running his fingertips along the perfect jaw line, reaching for black-haired man’s chin only to stroke it tenderly, so lightly as if he were a wind.
“Abarai-fukutaichou...” Byakuya attempted to protest, but Renji cut him off with a rough, hard kiss.
“Talk to me, taichou... Don’t give me those silly orders or any commands, talk to me. Stop feeding your dog crap, try givin’ him some good food instead...” Renji’s breath was warm, smelling strongly of alcohol, auburn eyes filled with determination and, undoubtedly, hope.
“Sorry
Is all that you can't say
Years gone by and still
Words don't come easily
Like sorry like sorry”
“Abarai-fukutaichou, you are under a strong influence of alcohol you have consumed before coming here. Leave my house this instant!” Byakuya replied.
The anger glittering in his steel grey eyes would normally force Renji in submission, but tonight everything had been different, for Abarai laughed a drunken, heavy, sarcastic laugh and ignored his captain’s words completely. Clutching his palms on Byakuya’s wrists, so strongly as if his hands were a vice, the magenta haired man mumbled something intelligible and pulled Kuchiki on to the futon, untying the obiage which bound the taichou’s dove grey silk yukata and pushing the expensive, delicate material away hastily.
“Talk to me...” he whispered in his dark, drunken voice, “Talk to me, touch me the way you truly want to, taichou... You don’t have to feel ashamed – jus’ be free and easy with me, Kuchiki-sama... Listen to yer heart for a while, jus’ once... Stop contradictin’ yersel’, everyone needs someone by their side, no one wants to be lonely...”
Byakuya turned his head in order not to look his vice captain in the eyes and tried to push Renji away, attempting to wriggle his wrists out of Abarai’s iron grasp.
“Doesn’t matter if ye use Senbonsakura on me, Kuchiki-sama. I’m not afraid of ye, so don’t stamp yer boot expectin’ the world to do yer biddin’. Ye shouldnae push me away, ‘cause I’m nae dolly in yer dolly hoose, ye ken!” Renji’s voice was deafeningly loud. The unrestrained fukutaichou, intoxicated with sake and his own despair, had apparently reached his limit of patience and compromise.
“I love you
Is all that you can't say
Years gone by and still
Words don't come easily
Like I love you I love you”
If I’ll reject him, I might commit hara-kiri as well... But considering how many times have I regretted accepting his touches and even longing for his closeness... And yet... Was it truly my own regret or have I been merely following the lines which tradition and law drew for me to go along? But if I cannot obey the law, who shall obey? Does the law count that much for me? What do I really need?
“But you can say baby
Baby can I hold you tonight
Maybe if I told you the right words
At the right time you'd be mine”
Explanatory notes
Belt up – shut up
Fringe – in American English: bangs