Cherry Blossoms

Cherry blossoms.

They dance in their fleeting importance. Pink, white... soft and virgin colors that speak of an innocence lost. They seem to whisper to the two who move together in sweat and trembling ecstasy. Whisper tales that wound; for everything in life is fleeting. Everything is fluttering away, and only dreamers grasp at what is no more. However, both men here will do just that, and defy all laws.

Renji has sat himself in the chair his Captain had occupied; ink has now dried on the papers Byakuya had so studiously been handling upon his entrance. However, the lily-white shinigami has his back to such minor issues, and he is dying beneath Renji's touch. Lips find the curve of his collarbone and trace along it in a gentle brush, hands running down his arching back and moving across the raised bumps found there. These rough hands grab his cheeks and spread them for his plunging organ. Renji is surprised he can move so easily within the tight and puckered flesh; as he was taking the older man's virginity. The skin has softened up with his thrusts, and he now slips in with pleasurable ease. He does not know that his lubricant is now blood, or that the strong and resistant nature of his Captain is what keeps his screams in. His jaw clenches and jitters as he keeps his teeth locked. Renji does not see this however, as Byakuya hides his face into the sweet hollow at the base of his neck.

Everything is so sensual and muted; every touch and kiss is like some treat that only they have discovered. Renji stops his harsh treatment of Byakuya's ass, and slids his hands up his sweating back to hide within his dark and hanging hair. Like a shroud that keeps his hands covertly secret, and Renji feels his heart swell with something that could grow into love. Strange, how he had come here to confront an enemy, and now feels his heart growing in its cage as Byakuya bounces himself atop him. With every downward movement, Renji thrusts upwards and inwards and strikes the bundle of nerves deep within his lover. Byakuya gasps in sharp bursts and flexes his grabbing fingers, digging in slightly feminine nails into Renji's broad shoulders. His breath comes out then in a jittered and stuttered breath, and he washes Renji's neck with the hot air, his thighs squeezing as he is guided to move more. Pain is the world, and it is dark and thick all around him... but he is used to pain; however, the invasion and uncomfortability this thick cock inside of him brings is new. His ravaged hole cries blood, and Byakuya still does not alert Renji to its fruition.

Byakuya is led to lie back, Renji raising his knees slightly to give the man a more comfortable seat. These spread, and Byakuya rests his elbows to the raised joints, moaning in a heated and low fashion as he is filled to the shaking brim with all Renji has to offer. Those hands move to the sexy and soft front of his Captain, tweaking pink and raw nipples, watching in an awed fashion as Byakuya grabs his wrist and forces Renji to twist what he holds. Byakuya gives a breathy scream, and Renji joins him with a grunted growl of animalistic passion. His hips roll with a desperate search for friction, slapping against the soft and jiggling meat of Byakuya's thighs. The moon shines in on them with a tender and dull touch, Byakuya's half lidded eyes catch this shine as it lays in a soft track along Renji's beautiful face. His hair is a red mane around his face, and the Captain has never seen the other looking so gorgeous or so strong. His eyes are like rocks; steady and sure, and Byakuya drowns in them almost happily.

"Renji," Byakuya voices in a sigh, and the wrist he holds is squeezed with mild insistence, "Renji... I..."

"Wh-what?," Renji asks in a stutter, the motion of their bodies throwing him off course and causing him to growl out words at random, odd intervals. "D-does it hurt?"

It does, but that too is muted and buried by their ecstasy. What does he wish to tell the red head? Does he wish to tell him of the secrets to his chambered and secret heart? Kuchiki Byakuya is a closed and locked tome... to everyone he has ever met he has been deemed cold, distant, and unfeeling. This is disheartening, but then he never went to any lengths to change the opinions of others. It was better, in the long run, to be judged. It made life simpler when you held no ties to others. Now, however... the eyes of his lover were soft and concerned, and Byakuya moved his other hand to cup Renji's cheek and stroke a thumb beneath one tender orb.

"N-no," Byakuya groaned, as Renji rotated and swiveled his hips beneath him, moving within the hole he was stretching wide. The raven haired man winced and whimpered, and Renji stopped this at once and merely took easy, slow motions, pushing his hips with a deliberate and lengthy roll. Red lips tremble, bruised by their passionate kissing, and Renji gasps as Byakuya clutches his wrist with panicky tightness. He does not gasp in pain, but in surprise. Wide and glittering eyes stare out through a mask of silky black bangs, and Renji plants a hand on Byakuya's flexing hip, squeezing the spongy flesh with firm and powerful demand, bruising his skin and only caring when those ruby lips shake as if from chattering teeth. The smell of their sex is all sweat and blossoms, and it intoxicates him and makes him nearly high from their fumes.

Renji leans his torso forward and presses to his lover, thighs spread atop him as his bouncing continues. A trickle of liquid runs down his shaft as he pulls out and pushes in to the hilt; and Renji mistakes this for his own pre-explosive seed. His tongue is a whip that lashes at Byakuya's throat, tracing across the jut of his Adam's apple and leaving behind a sticky trail of saliva. His quivering stomach presses to his lover's cock, and he can feel pulsing veins and the almost heavy pressure of his sack, hair tickling at his flesh and making his skin pebble up firmly. Renji moves his mouth to intercept the other's, kissing him strongly and moving from the wounded flesh of Byakuya's hip to cup the back of his head, entangling his digits in soft hair. Byakuya tips his head and rolls it along his shoulders, groaning low in his throat as Renji's thrusts become harsher and the slapping of their flesh ensues. Curses wish to come as pain rolls in crushing waves up and down his spine, but he doesn't utter these obscenities into the other's mouth, he squeezes his eyes shut and accepts this pain.

This pain leads elsewhere, he understands. It leads to nothing but pleasure, and so he will ride these waves and then crash upon the shore of their combined orgasms.

Renji breaks their kiss and leans back once more, the rigid oak behind him sturdy and oddly comforting on his back. Sweat begins to pool in his pores and leak down his working, exercising body, and Renji sees trickles of this liquid on his lover as well; moving down across one raw nipple. Renji gives a sexy, throaty chuckle, and finds this flesh, wrapping his lips around it to suck off his perspiration and stiffen the peak. He pinches it with his teeth and feels Byakuya arch and coil his back, his ass pushing down and forcing in Renji's full length, his legs sliding to the side. His feet meet the wooden floor, ankles mirroring his back and bending in a solid arc, toes spread and forked on the floor, curling and scratching at the thick wood. His own hand enmeshes itself in thick hair, and gives a harsh tug, forcing Renji to release his nipple with a smacking pop and look up into his blazing, shimmering eyes.

They stare at one another and never lose their momentum, panting onto one another's passion-damaged lips and allowing their noses to brush together in almost a childish manner. Byakuya gives a rare laugh of his own, though his throat is tightly constricted against a bellow of pain. Never in all his life has he felt such pain; directed at his innards. His ass is a firestorm of anguish, and he is gaping now around Renji's width, bleeding and torn. Byakuya buries his face back into Renji's neck, and feels his pounding heart grow more as the other embraces him. In the glow of the moon, Byakuya watches over Renji's shoulder as the flower petals dance with the wind. They are the sign of rebirth and rejuvenation; like his own virginity, they are dying. Byakuya feels a rush of emotion seize him, and he cannot combat it.

"I love you, Abarai Renji. I love you..."

Time stops. His hips second this. His breath, too, catches. For a moment, he is the silence. For a moment, he is the senseless being. Like the world around him, he is motionless and gravely non-responsive. Byakuya sits on his lap as a child will, and holds him within the protective shell of his arms. Something close to a whine comes from Renji, then... but it is a soft and sighed whimper. His hands massage the soft back he holds, and Byakuya purrs like some content cat that has had its fill, nuzzling into his neck in a way that nearly breaks the other' heart in its need. He thinks of their time together; how he learned beneath this man's cold and passionless hand.

' "If you fall, you fail. I have no time for those who would live on their knees." '

' "It's simple, Renji. You are without discipline. You swing your blade with only the intent to harm; I want a man with the intent to kill. Show me." '

And yet... they had always been there for one another. In some capacity. They had always fought for one another, and risked it all in each other's names. Was it so far fetched to think that love would grow here? Renji searches his heart, walks it as one will a maze, and finds Kuchiki Byakuya at its end. And his own bruised lips part and push forth his own confession on a heavy, heated breath.

"I love you too....Byakuya-kun."

Before the words have full emerged, Byakuya covers his mouth and swallows them, their tongues finding one another once more and dancing as the cherry blossoms do. Their movements resume, and there is a constant undertone of pain. It is buried now by a timid and swelling ecstasy, however, and every downward push, every upward thrust, pushes him closer to comfortability. His blood continues to lubricate and ease Renji's way, but he does not worry. He does not allow anything other than those words to fill his mind. Love. Byakuya knows not what to do with it; but he will guard it as one will any great treasure, and he will cherish it with all his heart and soul. They part lips, and Byakuya is moved back once more, the jumping muscles high on his back laid to the sturdy desk behind him. Once more, Renji's wrist is grabbed less than painfully; and he watches as Byakuya draws this hand to his mouth to suck and tease Renji's thick fingers. The webbing between these digits is covered in spit as his tongue moves across in a long and hot swipe. The tips are suckled, nibbled, and tugged, until Byakuya is soon deep-throating his fingers.

Renji gapes at him almost stupidly, watching his fingers disappear into that knowledgeable mouth; watching as Byakuya grips his other wrist and leads it to his hard and wanting cock. The flesh is hot to the touch, sizzling and pulsing, and Renji encases it with his hand delicately, exploring it and loving the size and weight of it. A black head bobs and his fingers scissor in Byakuya's mouth, widening his cheeks as he does to his bottom; making the other dip low to his knuckles to regain his power. Renji is licking his lips without realizing, pressing light fingertips down on the twitching cock he was led to. It jumps and moves as if alive, and Renji lowers his eyes to the gorgeous organ, catching sight of a vein that thuds with Byakuya's hot blood. "Shit," Renji growls, starting up a gentle stroking that moves well with his hips, "Fuck, baby. Move on me. Harder. More."

Byakuya gives another feline sound, and uses the table to brace himself, raising his own skinny hips and sliding his ragged and bleeding hole up and down that thick and invading cock. This forces his own through Renji's fist, and the man squeezes as he moves, making Byakuya growl and move with more speed. The stroking becomes rougher, making the loose skin of his sack bounce and slap Renji's abdomen, a thumb finding the head of his cock and brushing off the weeping pre-come that is forming. Byakuya feels his muscles tighten up dangerously, the heat that rolls through his stomach hardening and solidifying into a ball that sits in the middle of his innards with blazing intensity. Renji begins to rotate his hand along his cock, pulling and fondling with a true lover's touch.

"Fuck yes," Renji growls, "That's so good. Yes!" He gives a brutal shove and presses roughly with his stomach on the sack that rests on him, Byakuya slipping in his own sweat and backing up to fit more firmly on the desk he was pressed on. Renji follows him, standing to deliver. The firm thighs of his lover are gripped and raised, pushed forward to rest on Byakuya's skinny, hitching chest. Through these appendages, Byakuya reaches like a wanting child, and claims his reward; claims what has always been his. Renji's biceps are grabbed and squeezed, thumbs rotating in deep and pressing circles, feet seconding and toes kneading at his lover's sides. Renji kisses that hot mouth and slides in his tongue, flicking and quick like some teasing, warning snake, backing off when he feels Byakuya attempt to chase this pink organ. Renji's thrusts are deep and lengthy now, feeding every inch into that loose hole, allowing their wet skin to clap and slam together once more as he pushes. Byakuya presses in his nails on the muscles he clamps down on, feeling blood well up and slip down his tanned flesh. His tongue battles Renji's own, falling behind as the other increases his passion and slips it along with more insistence.

They rock together in a sexual dance, and the pressure within them swells. Suddenly, the thrusts are not only deep, but rough; they are quick, harsh, and slamming. Byakuya soon clings to the other and drags him down, his legs freed and allowed to lock around Renji's thick waist. His feet point downward and his toes lay upon and dig at the rise of his ass, feeling how meaty it truly is. He wishes then to plunge into those hot and trembling walls and pump his hips until he comes deep inside; to collapse onto Renji's strong back and lick up his sweat like some hungry, voracious animal.

Renji seems to be nearing this end himself, and one strong hand locks around Byakuya's long and graceful neck, pushing with enough force to steal his breath slightly, his cheeks blush helplessly, and he looks pleadingly into the pretty orbs that hover over him. Lips tremble and part, and he let out something that is mixed between a moan and a dusty request. The crimson haired man, who's locks dangle down and tickle the pale chest beneath him, catches sight of what he is doing, and the red haze of his lust breaks open and gives him clarity. 'Don't hurt me,' those wide eyes beneath him beg, 'I've changed. For you.' This is enough for him to move his locking hand and take Byakuya's cheek into the cup of his palm. A thumb makes its passage beneath one grateful eye, and Renji keeps thrusting until his swollen cock is sore, marveling at how Byakuya angles his body to receive the most pleasure. Every motion punches at his prostate, making his orgasm draw down like some bittersweet reward. For this will end their love making; but God, he can feel that it's going to be massive, an explosion of his seed... and perhaps Renji senses this as well, for he begins to gyrate his working hips, and rotate his cock within that ravaged hole.

Byakuya releases one flexing bicep and urges his lover's torso to lift and alleviate pressure from his throbbing organ. His delicate hand wraps around the neglected part of his body, and begins to stroke it frantically, never allowing his reflexive and angling body to cease its motions, or its acceptance. Pushing, pulling; in, out. Rocking, rolling, thrusting; soon they both scream each other's names to the night. The stars and the cherry blossoms are silent spectators to their love; the wind whispers its assurance across their heated flesh, and with only a few more motions, and deep, wet kisses; they reach their climaxes simultaneously.

"T-together," Renji says, and he wishes to growl seductively, but can only whisper and lay his wet forehead to his lover's neck, held with one arm as Byakuya keeps pumping and tugging his spasming cock. "Together, baby." Byakuya agrees in a breathless tone, glittering eyes fixed firmly upon the ceiling, counting the panels there nonsensically as their ecstasy overflows and every muscle within them hardens, tightens, cramps. Breath catches, and then they are spilling their come in heavy and gushing waves, crying out their love and want. Their passionate cravings. Every filthy, pure, unfiltered and jumbled fantasy they have ever held. Crying out vows and promises of a forever they cannot foresee. When their orgasms end, they cling to one another, panting, sweaty, and exhausted in release and satisfaction.

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"The blossoms are dying." Byakuya speaks in a tone that is oddly sorrowful, as they recline together on his futon, sheets that are silky and red covering their cuddling and snuggling bodies. Byakuya is cradled to Renji's chest, held by one arm, the red head resting his other beneath his head. The smile he had been wearing falls and fades, as he looks out the large bay window and sees the swirling petals that are ending their life. He hugs Byakuya closer to the smell of his sweat, and Byakuya breathes him in happily. A manly scent, and he traces a finger lazily across the pattern of his tattoo.

"Yeah," Renji says in response, and he watches that finger play, amazed at how it excites his flesh and stiffens the nipple his nail moves over, hinting at the studded flesh with the barest of touches. "That's alright, though. They'll be back." Byakuya seems to be satisfied with this answer, and he allows his eyes to close slowly, fluttering down as if fighting the sleep that is inevitable. His heart is easy, and his mind is the same. It has been ages since he has been able to sleep this way, free of care or concern. His silky black hair lays across his cheek in a cascading curtain, and the hand at the end of the arm around him moves up the soft skin of his arm to clear this away. Renji marvels at his beauty, and allows him to sleep to the steady drum beat of his heart. There is nothing more to say; they have spoke their hearts, poured the blood from their lips, and all it blissfully silent.

The wind stirs the cherry blossoms, and Renji smiles as he too drifts off. Yes, they are dying. But they will make their return, next Spring.

Renji will look forward to their rebirth. And he looks for to the sweet ember of love and light in his lover's eyes upon his waking. The world spins and pushes them forward, but hand in hand, Renji thinks perhaps they can move forward with their heads held high and their shoulders squared. That together, they will hold their dignity and honor, and move gracefully through the waters of time.

Renji sleeps and dreams of his lover, his Byakuya, in a bed of pink petals.

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The end!