Emotional Entanglements

AN: POV change

Regret

Crimson hair fanned out over snow white linen. The stillness of the room marred only by the soft breathing of the exhausted man sleeping belly down on the thick futon. His face was turned to the right and tendrils of his hair licked like fire down his sweat sheened back. The starkness of his tattoos stood out from his tanned skin in the dim twilight of the almost painfully bare room.

Using the lightest of touches a pale finger traced the sharp edges of the designs inked into the sleeping man’s back. As if of its own volition the barely there caresses flowed downward and lingered on the swell of the muscular buttocks framed by the gathered sheets. Still glistening with the remnants of the sweet almond oil and the fluid from their passionate lovemaking.

The events of the past several hours had been totally unanticipated yet not unwelcome.

Byakuya desperately needed the control that distancing himself from his vice captain had wrought. A careful balancing of iron willed control and suppression of his own desire. A control that seemed to have fled under the wake of Renji’s uncharacteristic submission.

After his release from the hospital from the injuries that had almost ended his life Byakuya had intended to chastise his Vice Captain. Renji had entered his office with a cocky grin on his face and a swagger in his step. This had angered the Captain of the sixth division so much that he merely glared at his subordinate and gestured for him to kneel. Surprisingly the red haired shinigami complied and an uncomfortable silence reigned.

Several times it seemed that Renji started to speak only to be halted by one elegantly raised brow. Seemingly impassive Byakuya was anything but. As the hours ticked away he became more aware of the man kneeling with his head bowed. Aware of his scent as it permeated the room. Aware of his submissive posture and how it secretly thrilled Byakuya. It was a type of surrender that not even a fight to the death had brought forth from his vice-captain.

It was intoxicating and totally alluring.

Fists clenched in his lap and shielded by the large desk Byakuya knew his control was slipping. Not a hint of it showed on his coldly impassive face but inside his emotions were being whipped into a frenzy. Finally he was unable to maintain his calm façade any longer. Byakuya rose majestically from his chair and approached his vice-captain.

The raven haired captain reached out a hand to his subordinate. The barely contained lust apparent on his features. The attempted stammered apology from Renji only fanned the flames. It was wrong. Byakuya knew that his vice-captain desired him like so many others. Most tried to dominate the haughtily impassive shinigami and only got rebuked for their efforts. Why he felt the need to breach the gap from colleague to lover was unclear. Perhaps their recent brushes with death turned that chasm of differences into a mere line to be crossed. Byakuya just had to take the first step and extend his hand. It was readily grasped and Renji was pulled to his feet. The slight tremble could be felt and relished. The simply worded invitation was accepted and the red haired shinigami followed his Taichou without a word.

He was led through the Kuchiki complex to the shoji screened entrance of Byakuya’s private quarters. Thankfully the trip to his rooms were absent from the intrusion of his disapproving family. The ones who had all but ostracized his first wife yet were even now urging him to find a suitable bride to bear the next Kuchiki heir. As soon as that thought entered Byakuya’s mind it was gone again. Pushed aside for thoughts more worthy of his consideration. Like divesting his vice-captain of his concealing robes and taking his lips in a dominating kiss.

Renji was roughly pushed against the wall as Byakuya’s hands unfastened his Obi and ran his palms up the red heads firmly muscled torso. Renji tried to touch and was forcefully rebuked. Then he simply let his Captain do what he wished to his flushed and aroused body. There were no protests as Renji was turned and pushed down onto the futon covered sleeping platform. Nor did he voice any hesitation as he was stripped and laid bare to the hot and appraising gaze of his Captain.

Only moaning Byakuya’s name as the dark haired shinigami bit, licked and sucked his way down to the heat radiating from between the red head’s legs. More pleading as his shaft was engulfed. By no means skilled in the art of fellatio Byakuya remembered his wilder days during his youth and for the man groaning his name it was enough.

Fumbling hands reached for the bottle of sweet smelling oil used to keep his black mane shiny and smooth. Fingers were anointed and Renji arched his back as he was thoroughly prepared. Byakuya’s impassive mask crumbled as he coated himself and sank slowly into the red head’s accommodating heat. He spoke Renji’s name softly over and over as he thrust into his writhing body.

Renji gripped the sheets tightly as he came apart under the skill of his captain. Afraid that if he reached out to touch the shining apparition above him it would fade into a dream of fervent longing. Heat suffused his body and every nerve screamed with pleasure. He’d wanted this for so long and cried out loudly as he was taken to the brink.

Byakuya watched every nuance of his vice-captain’s reactions. He wanted to imprint it upon his memory the vision of Renji’s sweet surrender. His dark cobalt eyes drank in the moment of Renji’s release. Wetness coated his stroking hand as hips rose to meet his timed thrusts. The redhead shuddered in the throes of orgasm and Byakuya knew he was lost. The tide of rising emotion too long denied forced his own unexpected culmination.

He grasped Renji’s hips with bruising fingers as he sank deeply into the clinging warmth one last time. Buried to the hilt his seed coated that spasming passage and Byakuya collapsed gasping for breath into the red head’s waiting arms.

When the closeness became awkward and Renji tried to speak Byakuya claimed his lips again. He needed the silence with just the slide of damp skin on damp skin to punctuate the moment. Renji was once again taken to the point of overwhelming pleasure. From behind Byakuya thrust into his willing body leaving biting kisses up and down the shinigami’s spine. The redhead’s second coming was as satisfying as the first. Shuddering and moaning as Byakuya, reluctant to leave the embrace of his body, thrust wildly. Sweat damp skin plastered his raven locks to his neck and shoulders as he too found mind numbing completion.

Renji collapsed and lay gasping as Byakuya mouthed his salt slick neck. He hissed as his Captain bit hard enough to nearly break the skin. A mark Renji would proudly bear to show to everyone to whom he belonged. He moaned as Byakuya slowly pulled out of his body and he missed intimate contact. Lack of sleep and stress coupled with the intensity of their encounter had Renji drifting soundly to sleep. Face down and sprawled on the evidence of his last orgasm.

In the quietness that followed as Byakuya sat on the edge of the futon he wondered if he had just made a ghastly error in judgment. What would he do now? What if Renji wanted to talk?

Even so he could not resist touching the sleeping and disheveled red head. His family would certainly never approve of him taking another mongrel for a lover. The fact that Renji was male was sure to cause a huge furor. Possibly a heart attack or two as well.

Byakuya had promised to love his now deceased wife. Why did this feel like a betrayal of her memory? Gentle and loving Hisana did not deserve the hand she had been dealt. The wasting lung ailment that had claimed her life had been devastating to watch. Too weak for intimacies Byakuya had been content to just hold and cherish his ailing spouse. Their love was gentle and soft with a kind of quiet intensity.

Why then did he crave the fiery passion that Aburai Renji had in abundance? It was frightening how much his much vaunted control had slipped. How much of his true self had surfaced during their frantic coupling. Urges long buried since before he’d met his wife. Guilt and panic rose and the need to be away from the enthralling creature in his bed forced him to grab a robe and flee. Out into the tranquil gardens surrounding the Kuchiki estate hoping to find some measure of peace.

Some time later Renji groaned and stretched languidly. The persistent ache in a body well used reminded him that it had not all been a very vivid dream. He reached out felt the space next to him. It was cold and empty. A sinking feeling filled his gut as he whispered.

“Taichou? Bayakuya?” But he knew without even lifting his head that his Captain was long gone.