Secret Garden

Desperate Passion


A figure clad in white robes walked silently but with fast steps over a wooden bridge toward a small building hidden beneath trees of a great, dark garden. The light of the moon only succeeded in penetrating the canopy of leaves enough to make fickle highlights dance on the dark flowing hair of the man, as it waved softly in the breeze, free from the restraint of the Kenseikan.

He felt the other behind him, following just as silently and hurriedly. A soft rustling as he stepped on dry leaves before adjusting his steps to be unheard once more. The bright reddish magenta hair of the second man was still bound by a white band, dark lines of an intricate tattoo tracing his features and adding to the impression of a demon as the moon's shadow play fell on him.

They were both restless, their urge clear after being separated for weeks. Renji had just returned two nights ago and would be departing already on the next day. Things hadn't gone well; they had been fighting, silently, without anybody on the outside noticing, even though what they needed most from each other was their warmth, so they could remember it over the approaching period they would spend apart again.

Byakuya had reached the hidden building, carefully sliding open the white paper door and vanishing in the shadows inside. Renji followed a minute later. Both had appeared and then disappeared as fast and silently as hunting cats, hardly to be noticed by any living thing in this cool night.

As soon as Renji had entered the small house, he was pulled to the side and pressed against the wall, the door sliding closed silently. Only their breathing was heard as they stood pressed together in the black darkness that slowly turned into dim grey as their eyes adjusted.

Renji had no time to admire his captain in the silver-white kimono. A hungry and bruising kiss pressed his head back into the wall as his mouth was invaded. He was surprised in the first moment but soon kissed back just as hard. Their desperateness grew clear as they bit each other's lips just to soothe the wounds with their tongues afterwards, as they fought for making the other's mouth their own.

The slim, white hands of the smaller, dark haired man soon found their way to Renji's skin, shoving away the hindering cloth impatiently; they didn't linger, but moved in a firm manner, exploring all the sensitive points with unfailing certainty. As one hand steadied the red-head's back and the other slid down his hakama, Renji finally broke loose from their kisses to gasp for breath and let out a deep moan at the same time. He frowned and tried to get his voice to work to form a question, but nothing more than a strangled yelp came out of his mouth as the exploring hand found a firm grip on his hard member.

Byakuya had never been like this before, never this passionate, never this hungry, never this forward. He had never sought the other that firmly, that fast; had always been a rather unmoved and cool partner when it came to having sex. But now he was burning, his skin hot where his chest was exposed against Renji's, his tongue demanding as it delved deep in the skin of the other, seeking to taste, his teeth biting, first teasingly, then harder until he wasn't sure anymore if they gave pain or pleasure.

“Byakuya...!” Renji finally managed to gasp, gripping a handful of black hair in his fist and pulling the other's head back forcefully. Deep, dark eyes regarded him almost angrily and the hungry passion deep in them made Renji's own brown-reddish orbs grow wide with surprise.

Byakuya had missed him. He had really and seriously been wanting Renji all those weeks, yearning for his return, yearning for their contact. Now that they finally had those few precious hours before Renji had to leave again the next morning, the dark man was determined to take everything he could out of their encounter.

A hand sneaked up and loosened the band that still held the red hair in its messy constraint and as Renji pressed forward again, not caring about any more explanations, their faces were covered in soft curtain of those strands. Having to pull Byakuya's hand out of his hakama and keeping it grasped firmly, the taller man succeeded in undressing his upper half, carelessly leaving his robes to fall on the ground as the struggling hand of the other was set free again.

They stumbled towards the far end of the room, leaving a trail of discarded clothes on the floor and almost falling as they reached the futon spread there.
Renji had managed to stay on top and pressed the other down, pinning his hands above their heads, restraining the slim legs by kneeling on them. He paused after another, gentler kiss, then lifted his head to look at his captain.

The other's cheeks were flushed, probably just as much as Renji's own, his mouth was open and his breathing fast, his eyes hungry as they followed those black tattoos downwards, stopping at the bare groin, then flashing back up. There was no trace of the usual frown, the usual arrogance in this face; there was just need and lust.
The white scarf of his clan was still around Byakuya's neck, and just as Renji lifted one hand to unwind it, the lighter man took his chance and toppled them over. None of Renji's usual advantages of weight and height were of use as he was now pinned on his back, a knee placed firmly against his groin. His surprise was still growing as he felt how the white cloth he had just wanted to free the other‘s neck from was now firmly wound around his wrists.

Byakuya sat back only shortly, a sly smile on his face that looked so unusual on his features that it almost startled Renji. Those lust-darkened eyes were roaming over his body again, and he felt himself shiver, he felt himself exposed beyond nakedness. Now he was the one thing he had always wanted to be.

He was Byakuya’s. He was what fulfilled Byakuya’s desire, Byakuya’s passion, Byakuya’s need.
He was the only thing the seemingly so cold man above him had ever wanted this much.
The thought sent another deep tremor through his body, directly into his groin, expressed in a glistening white drop, that Byakuya regarded with great interest, still the mysterious smile on his face.

Renji arched his back and moaned, not even needing to be touched to feel more aroused with every second.
Soon Byakuya leaned down again, ignoring the desperate mouth that came up in the desire to meet in a kiss, gliding his tongue over the jawbone instead, then lower. He tasted Renji's throat, gathering up the fine drops of sweat that lingered there, but not pausing for long. The hardened nipples each received a small bite and lick, evoking soft yelps and purrs.

As he wandered steadily lower and his mouth reached the redhead's lower abdomen, his fingers all the while gliding down over the black lines on the sides, Byakuya looked up again as he had felt Renji freeze, a look of shock on the blushed face.

Yes, he had expected that Renji hadn't counted on anything like this.
Byakuya himself hadn't planned on doing it, it had been a spur of the moment decision just to gather a bit more of that slick moisture for his actual goal. But as he tasted Renji with his tongue and then slowly took him into his mouth, the reaction of the taller man was definitely pleasing.

His elbows drawn up, Renji tried to muffle his voice with his forearms as he cried out, his head thrown back. His back protested at the sudden strain as it was once again arched and Renji was thankful that his hips were held down firmly enough. He couldn't have bore the fact of thrusting into that mouth.

Too soon the wet heat was replaced by warm hands, leaving the redhead reduced to a shivering heap. He felt the slender fingers enter him soon after and moaned again, accepting them eagerly, waiting for them to probe that small bundle of nerves that would once again excite a cry.

A small jab of pain lasted only short as Renji was entered fast and without warning. It lasted long enough though, to clear a little part of his mind enough to enable him to admire that slender, light form that was bend over him, sweat glistening on the shoulders, dark strands clinging to neck and face and the parted, rosy lips that gave away the softest moans of pleasure. As he was taken fast and hard, the lust started to veil all his senses once more and Renji just barely managed to pull himself upwards, slinging his still bound wrists around the other's neck and pulling him down with him as he let himself fall back again. He didn't actually object to being pounded into the floor right now, not after what had just happened, but he that that would end it too soon.

Not like this, he thought, not tonight. With what seemed to be his last strength to object, Renji wrapped his legs tightly around Byakuya's hips, trying to reduce the movements. The other struggled, not wanting to stop, but he couldn't fight his head being pulled down even further, until he felt a hot breath at his ear and understood the whispered words that were uttered.

“Byakuya,” Renji breathed, “Please, not... not like this. It will be over... too... too fast. Bya...” The last part of the name was cut off by another cry when Byakuya had found the right angle to get the desired contact with Renji's prostate. He smiled softly again and whispered “It ... only means, ... we can ... go for it ...more often,” he implied in between deep thrusts but nonetheless slowed his pace and leaned closer.

Renji's bound hands were locked behind the other's neck, one curled to a fist in the black, damp hair. He tried to lift his head upwards, to hide his face against that slender throat, against the perfect skin. He noticed he had been too late with his pleading, he had been surely lost since the moment the other had entered him. Not able to hold back any longer, he came, all muscles contracting in one moment that was at first almost painful before it changed into pure bliss. He grasped Byakuya's shoulders hard enough to leave bruises, muffling his throaty cry in that white skin, gripping the black hair so hard that it almost made the noble excite a hiss of pain. That hiss would have been lost though, in his own loud moan as he went over the edge just a second later.

They rode their pleasure out and then, slowly, they let go, sinking down, releasing their desperate grip on each other, lying panting and spent. A few dark, loosened hairs clung to his fingers as Renji finally let go of the other's mane, raising his arms over his head again. He didn't really have strength to be very sorry for it, as he let his head fall down and to the side, his eyes closed, his lips parted.
The scarf was loosened from his wrists and Byakuya pulled out of him, planting a soft kiss on that bruised mouth before resting the weight of his head on one tattooed shoulder.

Until this night, Byakuya had never been this hungry for the redhead, he had never needed a contact this complete and raw and passionate. Until this night, he had never spent more than a few minutes after their contact close to the other, too disgusted by the sticky feeling of their skin, wanting to wash it off rather sooner than later. Until this night, he had never breathed both their mingled scents so deeply, trying to memorize it so completely that he could still fall asleep months after this night imagining it.

Until this night he had never been so scared in his life before.

If this man didn't come back from his mission, he, Byakuya, the cold, arrogant and unmoving head of the Kuchiki clan, would be left utterly and completely alone, a second time in his life.
He knew that if that happened, there was no cure in this or the next world, to heal the absolute emptiness that would stay, if Renji was gone.

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