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Secret Garden
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Bleach › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
3
Views:
3,417
Reviews:
3
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Currently Reading:
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I do not own Bleach, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Cherry Blossom
a tiny little sequel to "desperate passion"
Cherry Blossom
Byakuya awoke to dim morning light. The air that filtered into the small room through thin paper doors smelled like dew drops. He breathed it in deeply, seeking to untangle from it the scent of the man who lay at his side. Then he sat up, the covers falling away from his torso, exposing it to the cool morning air. He shivered slightly, but cherished the feeling, which he preferred to the heat of the day. For a second though, as he turned his head to the left and his eyes travelled over Renji's sleeping form, he almost considered lying back down again close to the other, close to that heat his lieutenant seemed to radiate at all times.
But then he decided against it.
He knew that staying here for too long would only make it harder to watch Renji leave Soul Society for another mission today, after they had only been able to spend one night together. Byakuya knew he should leave now. Leave and get to work as soon as possible, making sure everything would be ready for his fukutaichou's departure. But as he sat looking at the redhead, he could not stop his hand from pulling back the covers from the tanned, well muscled form, could not keep himself from tracing the dark lines of the stark tattoos softly with just the tips of his fingers. Renji did not wake, but a quiet, low moan left his throat as Byakuya traced along his belly, then waist and down towards the redhead's groin,which still bore traces of sweat, saliva and semen, telling clearly the story of the night they had spent together.
The noble almost jerked his hand back as the memory flooded his mind, sending shivers down his back.
Renji moving beneath him. Renji moving over him. Bright red and deep black hair, sticking to each other's heated skin. Wild, passionate, raw strength reigned in by refined power. And that same refined power that was Byakuya's engulfed and swept away by Renji's fierceness. Balance in a constant conflict. Irresolvable differences in their perfect unison.
Byakuya stood abruptly, then set out to recover his clothes, which were scattered all over the floor. When he was finally dressed and stood looking at Renji for a few more minutes, the redhead stirred. He had turned to the side, reaching out toward the space where his captain had been just a few minutes ago, but which was now empty. The noble knelt down and slowly extended his hand.
A fraction of a centimetre before Renji's face though, the pale, slender fingers stopped, and then, tightening into a fist, retreated. The noble's eyes lay in shadow, and his mouth was a thin line as he rose again and left.
*
Renji awoke to the soft rustling of tree leaves in a soft, warm breeze. A small rectangle of shadow-spotted light marked the slightly opened door at the other end of the room. A single bird called its own name and Renji was alone.
He sighed.
He should have known.
Yawning he pushed himself up onto his elbows and let his eyes travel over the remains of the night.
The futon ruffled, his clothes here and there on the floor, traces of his and Byakuya's combined scent still mixed somewhere into the morning air.
Renji breathed deeply and felt something stir inside of him. It hurt, he realised. It hurt to wake up alone, without the other, without black strands of hair sprawled over his chest as if imitating the dark lines of his tattoo and redrawing it. Alone, without a pale hand on his shoulder or a soft, even breath against his neck.
Byakuya. Submitting to the noble, or dominating him, Renji wasn't even sure what excited him more.
But now the man was gone and the emptiness that was left inside the redhead saddened and angered him at the same time. They had only had this one night and even so he was left to wake up alone. His fist tightened into the blanket before he flung it away and got up.
He dressed and bound his hair back.
He stepped to the door and opened it further.
He looked out. But of course there was no trace of the noble to be seen. The gardens were alive only with the noise of birds and leaves in the wind and the quiet purling of the stream. The noble had left long before, Renji was sure. There was nothing left for him here and no time to spare before he had to leave Soul Society once again.
He made his way out of the gardens and past the Kuchiki mansion without even looking at it. His steps carried him to his own flat for a short shower and a change of uniform and then to the 6th division's headquarters. But as he opened the door to Byakuya's and his own office with exaggerated force, no one took note of his anger. His captain wasn't there. The room was empty. Empty save for the lieutenant's badge on Renji's own table.
He took it with a rash swipe of his hand and, following a stab of rage, threw it against the nearest wall. With a hard sound the metal bounced off and the white band beneath it unfolded as if in slow motion, releasing from its gentle hold a small, dark twig with one single, white blossom clinging to it.
Renji stood staring at it, his eyes wide.
Only after several seconds did he step forward and knelt down and reached out.
The cherry blossom was impossibly soft against his rough hands, impossibly fragile. He picked it up and sheltered it in in his hands as he stepped out of the office, hurrying. He had only a few minutes left, the gate through which he would pass into the Living World was probably opened already. Opened and waiting only for him. As he reached the small plaza from which he was supposed to leave he at first thought that he was alone here as well, apart from one more shinigami who would close the gate as soon as Renji had stepped through it. But then the redhead caught a black-and-white shadow in the corner of his eyes.
Byakuya. Kuchiki-taichou.
Against a far wall the captain stood, silent and distant as he looked toward his departing lieutenant.
For a fleeting moment their eyes met and Renji stopped for a second in his tracks.
With his gaze fixed on his captain he revealed the small, delicate blossom and, with great care, placed it inside his kimono against his bare skin.
The the gate took him and Byakuya's eyes could not follow him any further.
~~~
Byakuya awoke to dim morning light. The air that filtered into the small room through thin paper doors smelled like dew drops. He breathed it in deeply, seeking to untangle from it the scent of the man who lay at his side. Then he sat up, the covers falling away from his torso, exposing it to the cool morning air. He shivered slightly, but cherished the feeling, which he preferred to the heat of the day. For a second though, as he turned his head to the left and his eyes travelled over Renji's sleeping form, he almost considered lying back down again close to the other, close to that heat his lieutenant seemed to radiate at all times.
But then he decided against it.
He knew that staying here for too long would only make it harder to watch Renji leave Soul Society for another mission today, after they had only been able to spend one night together. Byakuya knew he should leave now. Leave and get to work as soon as possible, making sure everything would be ready for his fukutaichou's departure. But as he sat looking at the redhead, he could not stop his hand from pulling back the covers from the tanned, well muscled form, could not keep himself from tracing the dark lines of the stark tattoos softly with just the tips of his fingers. Renji did not wake, but a quiet, low moan left his throat as Byakuya traced along his belly, then waist and down towards the redhead's groin,which still bore traces of sweat, saliva and semen, telling clearly the story of the night they had spent together.
The noble almost jerked his hand back as the memory flooded his mind, sending shivers down his back.
Renji moving beneath him. Renji moving over him. Bright red and deep black hair, sticking to each other's heated skin. Wild, passionate, raw strength reigned in by refined power. And that same refined power that was Byakuya's engulfed and swept away by Renji's fierceness. Balance in a constant conflict. Irresolvable differences in their perfect unison.
Byakuya stood abruptly, then set out to recover his clothes, which were scattered all over the floor. When he was finally dressed and stood looking at Renji for a few more minutes, the redhead stirred. He had turned to the side, reaching out toward the space where his captain had been just a few minutes ago, but which was now empty. The noble knelt down and slowly extended his hand.
A fraction of a centimetre before Renji's face though, the pale, slender fingers stopped, and then, tightening into a fist, retreated. The noble's eyes lay in shadow, and his mouth was a thin line as he rose again and left.
*
Renji awoke to the soft rustling of tree leaves in a soft, warm breeze. A small rectangle of shadow-spotted light marked the slightly opened door at the other end of the room. A single bird called its own name and Renji was alone.
He sighed.
He should have known.
Yawning he pushed himself up onto his elbows and let his eyes travel over the remains of the night.
The futon ruffled, his clothes here and there on the floor, traces of his and Byakuya's combined scent still mixed somewhere into the morning air.
Renji breathed deeply and felt something stir inside of him. It hurt, he realised. It hurt to wake up alone, without the other, without black strands of hair sprawled over his chest as if imitating the dark lines of his tattoo and redrawing it. Alone, without a pale hand on his shoulder or a soft, even breath against his neck.
Byakuya. Submitting to the noble, or dominating him, Renji wasn't even sure what excited him more.
But now the man was gone and the emptiness that was left inside the redhead saddened and angered him at the same time. They had only had this one night and even so he was left to wake up alone. His fist tightened into the blanket before he flung it away and got up.
He dressed and bound his hair back.
He stepped to the door and opened it further.
He looked out. But of course there was no trace of the noble to be seen. The gardens were alive only with the noise of birds and leaves in the wind and the quiet purling of the stream. The noble had left long before, Renji was sure. There was nothing left for him here and no time to spare before he had to leave Soul Society once again.
He made his way out of the gardens and past the Kuchiki mansion without even looking at it. His steps carried him to his own flat for a short shower and a change of uniform and then to the 6th division's headquarters. But as he opened the door to Byakuya's and his own office with exaggerated force, no one took note of his anger. His captain wasn't there. The room was empty. Empty save for the lieutenant's badge on Renji's own table.
He took it with a rash swipe of his hand and, following a stab of rage, threw it against the nearest wall. With a hard sound the metal bounced off and the white band beneath it unfolded as if in slow motion, releasing from its gentle hold a small, dark twig with one single, white blossom clinging to it.
Renji stood staring at it, his eyes wide.
Only after several seconds did he step forward and knelt down and reached out.
The cherry blossom was impossibly soft against his rough hands, impossibly fragile. He picked it up and sheltered it in in his hands as he stepped out of the office, hurrying. He had only a few minutes left, the gate through which he would pass into the Living World was probably opened already. Opened and waiting only for him. As he reached the small plaza from which he was supposed to leave he at first thought that he was alone here as well, apart from one more shinigami who would close the gate as soon as Renji had stepped through it. But then the redhead caught a black-and-white shadow in the corner of his eyes.
Byakuya. Kuchiki-taichou.
Against a far wall the captain stood, silent and distant as he looked toward his departing lieutenant.
For a fleeting moment their eyes met and Renji stopped for a second in his tracks.
With his gaze fixed on his captain he revealed the small, delicate blossom and, with great care, placed it inside his kimono against his bare skin.
The the gate took him and Byakuya's eyes could not follow him any further.
~~~