Mimic

Mimic
By Serpia-chan

Part II

Author's note : Thanks so much for those of you who actually bother to review, it makes authors really, really happy :D Sorry this is so short, and took so long to get out, i've been having deadly computer problems. This story is so much fun to write, lol. I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it. As said before, it is yaoi, so there will be man sex. If that bugs you, you should probably leave. Part II is dedicated to me because I got the highest mark in my college sociology class :P And to all of the rest of the fan girl population who thinks ByakuyaXRenji is way overdone :P
(j/k, i love ByakuyaXRenji)
Loves you all,
Serpia-chan

Disclaimer : I still don't own bleach, but you could be sure that if I did, it would be located in the yaoi section of your local manga store.


Last Chapter : Kuchiki Byakuya drew his fist back, and for the first time in his life resorted to behavior that can only be described as “koso-ish”. He brought his fist forwards with incredible force, and split his knuckles on Rikichi's nose. Rikichi saw a stream of blood as he flew backwards. By the time he hit the ground, he was out cold.


It was a while before Rikichi opened his eyes again. When he did, he was lying on his back in a rather uncomfortable Fourth division bed. His nose throbbed, and he had a very bad headache. He couldn't really even remember how he had gotten there. Sighing, he pulled himself up into a sitting position and the memories came flooding back. He had insulted Kuchiki-taicho, then insulted Kuchiki-taicho's wife...and was then punched by the infuriated man. All things considering, Rikichi knew he was lucky he was still alive. A stirring across the room caught his attention, and he was surprised to find Kuchiki-taicho sitting across from him in a wooden chair , staring at him with those piercing blue eyes. After an awkward silence, it was Kuchiki who spoke first.

“I broke your nose.”

“I can see that. “

Kuchiki wasn't exactly sure how to respond to Rikichi. It seemed that he had calmed slightly, but for all Kuchiki knew, he was merely biding his time.

“I suppose we should discuss things. We are not functioning effectively as a leadership unit right now, and we must do what we can to remedy that. First of all, the way you have been speaking about me, as well as to me, is inappropriate. I am your captain, whether you like me or not, and your respect is to be given to me regardless of your current mood or thoughts. I will not tolerate insults or talking back to me any longer. If you continue to act in such a childish manner, you will not only lose your position as an officer, you will also be thrown out of my division completely. Understood?”

Rikichi nodded, despite the pain throbbing throughout his head.

“Second, I was in error by referring to you as 'boy'. In return for you respecting my authority, I will refer to you as 'fukutaicho'. While I am referring to you as 'fukutaicho' you will carry all of the duties of that position, including giving proper statements at the Vice captain's meetings, and assisting me with the division paperwork each afternoon. Is this understood?”

Rikichi nodded again. “Yes sir.”

“I would like to discuss another matter with you. Make no mistake, I am about as excited about having to train another fukutaicho as you are about having to serve under me. However, you seem to think that this was my choosing. Hence I feel you should know, Abarai left of his own accord, and formally requested permission to go from both myself and the 1st division. In no way did I order, ask, suggest, or otherwise encourage him to leave Seireitei. I want you to understand that. Abarai is my fukutaicho, and I did not wish for him to leave.”

“I understand.”

“Good. I have things I must do. You may take the rest of the day off to heal. I expect you to be at the 6th division office early tomorrow morning to make up for the work you are missing today. That will be all, fukutaicho.”

With that the stoic captain stood and stalked out of the room, shutting the heavy door behind him. Rikichi sighed and pulled the blanket folded at the end of the bed up to his chin. It was not long before a member of the 4th division came to see to his nose. The 4th division member made a ball of reiatsu and applied it, rather forcibly, to Rikichi's face. Although he tried, Rikichi couldn't squirm away either. He simply did not have the energy, which was odd for someone as hyper as he was. So he lay there and let the 4th division brat lecture him about picking fights with people, or some other thing like that. Soon enough, the pain had lessened a little, now only a dull throb, and the whining shinigami left him alone. Rikichi lay back against the pillows and closed his eyes.

Despite the pain in his head, and the fact that he was quite tired, Rikichi found that he could not fall asleep. His mind kept wandering back to the day he had found Renji and Ichigo in the office. They had seemed so... satisfied with each other. Rikichi had never even thought about a male in that way before, never thought that two males could experience that sort of thing. Well, of course he had heard about gay men before, but he would never have dreamed that Renji was gay. In a way, to Rikichi, it seemed so wrong for Renji to be with Ichigo, but at the same time it seemed so right.

There was something about the way Ichigo was bent over the desk, grasping at the edges for support as Renji slammed into him, the made Rikichi shiver. The look on Renji's face as he made the young boy writhe and scream with pleasure was no less enticing. Rikichi's hand slowly crept lower as he began to contemplate what it was about that scene that he found so bewitching. Could it have been the way Renji's powerful muscles rippled as he pulled Ichigo's firey orange hair? Or perhaps the way the sunlight played across Ichigo's bronzed, sweat-soaked skin as the desk beneath him creaked and quivered with each thrust?

Hand encircling his swollen manhood, Rikichi began to imagine what it would be like to take someone in that manner. Suddenly he was in Renji's position, standing behind the Ryoka boy. One of his hands was intertwined in Ichigo's gorgeous, blazing orange locks, the other roughly gripped around the boy's slender waist. His hips seemed to have a mind of their own, ramming his hard cock into the muscular depths or the Shinigami moaning beneath him. Rikichi found everything intoxicating. The sight, the smell, the sounds, oh god the sounds. The way Ichigo moaned his name, the sounds of oak just barely managing to stay together beneath them, the echo is Rikichi's flesh slapping against the ryoka's, it was too much for the black haired replacement fukutaicho to handle. One last thrust, and he buried himself in the boy, preparing to fill him.

All at once the world crashed down around Rikichi, and his senses slowly returned to him. The return of his senses also brought the harsh reality that Rikichi was sitting in a rather sticky mess, his hand slickened and his shaft softened. Above all, the return of reality brought him the realization that he had just masturbated to the thought of violating another man. And not just any other man, but Renji's lover. Horrified and feeling dirtier than he ever had before, Rikichi curled up into a ball and waited for either sickness, exhaustion, or guilt to claim him.