Cherry Blossoms

Papers litter the wooden floor in great heaps, and it is of no concern to either man within this small room. Ink spills over and begins to chug its ichorous black contents onto the mahogany surface of the sturdy desk, and one rough hand straightens the bottle and keeps the damage minimal. This then wanders back to where it had been busily playing, moving down the smooth contours of Byakuya's body to feel his slight muscles and how his flesh firmed up tightly and became pebbled with goosebumps. This intrigues the Vice-Captain, but all he does is run a hot and dripping tongue high along his leader's back, feeling muscles strain and jump beneath this lolling organ. Byakuya is pressed firmly to his desk now, stomach flat to its surface; wanting cock almost painfully trapped between his trembling stomach, and the dark wood he was hurled against.



What passion is it, that has given Renji such power and demanding presence? Whatever it is, Byakuya cannot express any distaste for it. His naked body throbs and burns all over for the man's calloused touch, and when his fingers pressure and knead sensitive and secret places no one has yet touched, Byakuya lets out a breathy moan that hangs in the cool air like some war cry. His slender arms divide themselves, one hooking to allow the slim shinigami to prop himself up slightly and take come painful insistence from his thick and twitching cock. His other raises and meets his aggressive and eager subordinate, digits finding the thick spikes of his crimson hair to tug and finger the choppy strands with mild force. A yearning and teasing force that signals he is not a man who has time to play.



Renji can't help but laugh, as even in the face of ecstasy Byakuya is as composed and businesslike as always. There is a schedule to keep, but he will show the man that there is time in life in which you can let the harsh and cruel mistress of destiny pass you by. A time in which you can cast your line into the torrential waters of love, and not the calmer ocean of war and duty. For Kuchiki Byakuya, love is a legend and myth. It is something believed in by fools who have too much time and imagination and too little common sense. And yet, those words swirl in Renji's mind in a hurricane gale of thought.

' "Make love to me." '



Byakuya had said this as surely as he had nearly ended Renji's life with his zanpakutoh. Did the lily-white man really understand all this implied? Renji could have sex with him until the sun rose; until it cast its rays upon their sweating and trembling bodies... but to make love was something altogether different. It was something both exhilarating and frightening. Something that was sinfully sweet and tangible. Something that Renji was now hard and ready for; dripping wet, truly, to prove he could.



The clips that lock Byakuya's hair are undone and cast aside, allowing his black locks to fall with thick and irritating beauty across his forehead and before his glittering eyes. Renji inserts his own fingers into these strands, and begins to massage his scalp, guiding his Captain to relax his body as he rolls his head loosely across his shoulders. A throaty moan comes from him then, parting his shaking pink lips as pleasure and comfort saturate his body. The nipples that were earlier teased now plead for more attention; stiff, throbbing, and pink like his decadent lips. These are bitten, suckled, and ultimately bruised by his own self inflicted torture. Renji rocks his strong and commanding hips as he massages, free hand finding the space between Byakuya and the desk with little effort. He pays no attention to the man's needing, weeping cock, and crawls his fingers up Byakuya's stomach and chest like some searching spider.



He locks on to the tender flesh that so demands his attention, rolling the rock hard peaks between his time damaged fingertips. They are both pinched, twisted, and plucked raw, as Byakuya begins to tremble. His legs spread, and he bends himself over with more encouragement, raising the considerable swell of his ass and pushing against the part of Renji he is aligned with. There is a hiss as the Vice-Captain draws in breath through clenched teeth, and his heart pumps blood with more ferocity into his groin. Renji twists the silky black strands around a fist, and jerks Byakuya back, placing his lips into the shell of the man's ear. Breath is panted, hot and heavy, and he begins to rock and sway his hips with more pressure, loving how he sees the other's face contort and melt over and over as his pride battles with his unquenchable thirst for sex and passion.



"Tell me you want me," Renji orders in a sexy growl that causes a vibration to grow in his larynx. Byakuya takes in a steadying breath, which still rattles uselessly as Renji begins to thrust his hard cock against his soft and now tender ass; the head of his shaft penetrates his cheeks slightly, and slides across his tight entrance in a teasing swipe of pre-come. This is moving faster than the Captain expected, and he jerks suddenly, causing harsher punishment on his scalp. There is a quiet, resigned whimper as he relaxes, and Renji's flat and muscle-rippled stomach lies heavily on his coiling, reflexive back. There is a great weight on him now, but he handles it with no complaint and no retribution. "Tell me, Byakuya," Renji whispers now, painting the delicate cup of the man's ear in a wafting breeze of hot breath. This makes him tingle all over, and his stomach begins to roll with a strange and beautiful heat.





His lips part and then close firmly. He is perhaps ensnared in his want for Abarai Renji, but there is enough hard-won dignity within him not to plead like some lowly human. As a member of the royal family, and as a man seeped heavily with principles and honor, he cannot comply with what Renji is asking of him. And then, when he feels that the man will let this go, Renji does the unthinkable, shifting their bodies roughly and throwing them to the hard floor. Byakuya hits this solid frame with his back, his spine absorbing the impact and rattling painfully, all the way up to his jaw, which clenches tightly. They begin to wrestle then, Byakuya paying little mind to how sexually thrilling and wild this is; how primal and hot it makes him feel. Strong and near feminine legs surround Renji's thick waist and lock tight, Byakuya raising his rear to angle himself with more control. Black hair lays across his face like a curtain, cutting off his heated gaze from the man atop him. Renji is pinning him almost effortlessly, strong hands engulfing the delicate shoulders of his leader and pushing him down, seeming to wish him to meld and become one with the wooden floor. Byakuya growls like the beast he has become and struggles, damning and cursing himself as their ravaging fight brushes their thick and more than interested cocks together, the loose flesh of his sack firmly pressured with Renji's wanting organ. He gasps sharply and then moans out roaringly into the night air; and this shames him deeply. The smell of cheery blossoms is everywhere now, like some thick and cloying perfume that does not entice but chokes. Byakuya is tired of fighting now, but like his earlier bout of pride, he cannot just give in so easily. Even when he would be giving in to all he craves.



"Stop it," Renji orders in a low and meditative tone, "Cut it out. I just want to watch you as I fuck you. I want to see your pretty face tremble all over while I'm in you. Stop fightin' me."



Byakuya does. He is surprised by how he is wounded by those words. Surprised deeper by how he takes this fight elsewhere, allowing delicate hands to reach up and blindly cup Renji's cheeks. How his legs remain wrapped around Renji's mid-section, but lose their death grip; becoming more persuasive than demanding. Stranger still is how he sighs out almost sorrowfully and rustles and hair the blankets his face. This is cleared by Renji's brushing hand... and he doesn't want to meet those devoted eyes. He doesn't want to see any emotion shimmering there, like the constant stars in the sky. Always reminding him that it is he, himself, and only he that has kept their passion apart for so long. Since they had met, and he had seen the boy that Renji had been, Byakuya had felt drawn to him. Drawn to one who would fight so hard and so tirelessly in his honor.



But his heart was a cold maze. One would freeze to death in fruitless effort before the end was ever neared or hinted at. For so long, this was precisely how Byakuya had wanted it.



"What?," Renji asks breathlessly, laying down upon his soon-to-be lover heavily. Their noses rub across one another in a sweet and touching way that swells both hearts within their cages, and their foreheads lay together so that their eyes are level and intensely focused. Renji finds moisture filling Byakuya's own, making the orbs shimmer in the slanting moonlight. "Any objections... Byakuya?"



He blinks slowly, and hates the tears that fall silently down, leaving tracks of moisture across his temples that shimmer in the slight hair that rests there. A thumb brushes across the calming flesh of his nipple, stiffening it immediately and causing his lips to tremble all over again as he sighs out something pitiful. Renji swallows this as he kisses the man passionately, pushing his tongue within the confines of Byakuya's mouth and battling the others slick organ for dominance. This lasts for only a moment however, as both submit to one another and let their tongues dance and glide sensually. Byakuya's hands slide into Renji's hair, fisting in his lust as he releases a soft moan into the other's mouth. Renji sucks this up greedily, and feels the intake of his man's breath cause every nerve and fiber to tingle dangerously. His stomach tightens, clenches, and then relaxes. He is desperate to be one with him now; but Byakuya has not answered, and Renji refuses to back down.



"Tell me," he pants onto the bruised flesh of Byakuya's lips, "Tell me you need me. Fuck want, Byakuya. Tell me it's need. You need me inside of you. You need me here."



Byakuya cannot answer, he is too stunned to find words, let alone a voice to speak them. His eyes remain closed in fading ecstasy, and when they flutter open and he views the stern visage of Renji, he feels somewhat embarrassed by the clear desperation found in his pretty orbs. Byakuya hesitates a moment, and relishes the feel of it all. The tastes, the smells, the touches. Swirling petals that flit in with the gentle breeze and brush across their hot bodies with a cool and blessedly relaxing touch. All is silent between them, and then Byakuya slides his hands down Renji's taut back, and cups his ass with digging fingers.



"Yes."



"Say it."



Byakuya smirks. "Yes. I need you... Abarai-kun."



Renji's heart leaps into his throat, and before either man is prepared, Renji's cock is pushing and probing with angled precision, one hand reaching down to guide and direct. Byakuya tenses his body, wincing in anticipated pain as Renji tucks his face within the nape of his sweet and graceful neck, and rolls his hips fluidly. When he feels the puckered hole he is soon to enter, a tremoring wave of shivers seizes him, and his entire body is prickled with goosebumps that tingle madly. As they both tremble, moan, tighten and accept, Renji enters Byakuya's body with a gentle push, and his moans escalate with his lovers.

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