Black-and-Red Conflict

~~~Thirty~~~
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Byakuya's arms closed around Renji and there, as finally the lean body yielded and fit itself just right against the taller one, it was as if the last piece of a puzzle had clicked into place for the redhead as well, it was as if finally a blurred picture had come completely into focus. Now this had become what he had always wanted it to be. Not just the satisfaction of a carnal desire, or revenge, or winning a fight, but something much, much deeper.

He took another taste of Byakuya's spring morning scent and sighed, then moved further against the noble's neck. He reached the light skin under the dark hair and pressed his face against it before he took a careful nip.

A breath caught shortly in Byakuya's throat, but he didn't pull back, didn't tense against it. The pressure of the broad hands against his back increased and they slowly began traveling up and down, massaging it, while against his neck, Renji resumed taking deep, scent-thirsty breaths. Then there was another soft bite, maybe just a little harder, and a shudder ran through Byakuya's body while his hold first tightened further around Renji, before he slowly started caressing the broad back.

In the few times Byakuya had slept with Renji he had, with his innate efficiency, found out quite exactly how and where to touch the redhead. Before he had used that knowledge with precision and thought only to make the lieutenant give in. In this moment, he finally used it intuitively and for both their sakes.

He felt the warmth of the redhead's body seeping through the fabric of his uniform as he pressed the palms of his hands against Renji's shoulders and back firmly, seeking more of that heat.

The lips and teeth against his neck retreated to be replaced by one of Renji's strong hands and the lieutenant pulled back slowly, his mouth softly tracing the sensitive patch of skin behind Byakuya's ear, then under it, then following the line of the finely shaped jaw until he paused at a corner of the mouth.

The noble stood still and drew careful, shallow breaths as he noticed what feeling really felt like, now that he allowed himself to. He was warm even though the night air was cool around them and Renji's touches seemed to reach much deeper than just his skin. Byakuya's body seemed to tingle with every movement, every touch. He held another breath in his throat, then turned his head slightly toward Renji and their lips touched. It was not a kiss, not yet, but a sharing of breath between their slightly opened mouths, as one pair of hands tightened on Byakuya's shoulders and another one on Renji's sides.

The redhead, watching the face before him from under half-closed lids, was enthralled. Byakuya's soft scent, which Renji had drunken in so greedily before, lingered in his nose like a hidden patch of snow in the hollow of a spring meadow. The noble's slender form, that hid his power so well, was strong and certain in Renji's arms. The dark eyes though, still remained slightly averted, for some reason still escaping the redhead's own gaze. When they, after several seconds, finally rose to meet Renji's own, he leaned forward to complete their kiss and loosen his embrace to take Byakuya's face in both of his hands.

He held his head and kissed the noble slowly, tasting his lips and the corners of his mouth, feeling him tense slightly in one minute and relax again in the next. The dark-haired man felt it clearly growing in him now, that kind of harsh passion that had already before taken hold of him, had demanded to receive and to be served, without caring whom he might hurt in the process. Without at first realizing it, Byakuya lifted his hand and buried it in the bright red hair at the base of Renji's head, pulling him closer with a strong grip, before he became aware of what he was doing and paused.

Byakuya's heart beat fast and strong, pumping more heat into his body, into his midsection and loins and he swallowed hard. He realized he must be looking just as willful as ever before, but as much as he tried to make himself to let go of Renji, as not to give the impression that he was seeking to overpower the other, he could not make his hand loosen its hold. He drew a harsh breath against the mouth that was locked with his and froze as Renji shifted as if to pull away. But instead of doing so, the redhead only deepened their kiss, at the same time moving one hand away from the noble's face and to the base of his own head, soon closely mirroring Byakuya's grip.

There might indeed have been a tiny moment of hesitation for Renji, the question if the noble would really hold to his words, would really give in, but then the redhead had liked the feeling of that grasp way too much to waste his attention on thinking. In any case, what Renji wanted wasn't an obedient dog. He wanted the noble with all of his willfulness and power, wanted Byakuya's trust, and equality between the two of them. Feeling Byakuya's strength would only make this even more worth it, would make even clearer that the noble really gave in on his own free will.

This time, as Renji's attention became more intense again it wasn't unsettling Byakuya anymore, for now he was feeling it himself, that burning heat that drove him to be ever closer to the other. His reason was being pushed back by that fire and for once that wasn't scaring him. For once he wasn't thinking about how this might end for him, wasn't thinking of strength or weakness, of dominance or submission. Renji's fire was intoxicating, and now Byakuya would finally really taste it.

He returned Renji's kiss with just as much passion and his free hand sought to reach the front of the uniform which still remained between them. He tugged at the fabric, wanting to loosen it enough so he could at least reach underneath it, but before he could succeed, Renji suddenly broke their kiss and took a step back.

The redhead reached for his waist before Byakuya could even frown, loosening one knot of his, as always rather haphazardly tied hakama, so he could reach for the obi that held his kimono closed. He opened it and shrugged out of black outer and white under garment, exposing his tattooed torso to gray eyes that never failed to widen at the sight.

Byakuya swallowed, unable to take his gaze from the broad dark lines on the strong arms and chest, and the narrower ones on Renji's abdomen that moved slightly with the rhythm of deep breaths. And there, further below it, an area that was exposed only now that Renji's hakama was sliding down to his hips, another set of lines started. It was one that wasn't exposed very often, but Byakuya had been following it downward before and he knew exactly where it led. There was hardly anything that could have excited him more right now than those lines.

Completely exposed as the noble was, it wasn't hard for Renji to notice the impact he was having as his eyes flickered to Byakuya's groin. A small, sly grin appeared on his lips. The erection between the long, slender and pale legs was not something to be missed easily.

Being so completely exposed and stared at as now was not something Kuchiki Byakuya liked, but it was hard to frown disapprovingly at the man he yearned to hold and, by now, also yearned to be held by. Still, it was annoying, the way Renji looked so pleased with himself as his eyes finally moved back up to the noble's face.

Long fingers twitched as the redhead moved closer again, but Byakuya managed to not reach out for the other. Instead he suddenly sank down just as Renji was about to start another kiss, evading those lips even though it seemed like the hardest thing to do.

The redhead's heart stopped for a beat and he drew in a sharp breath as Byakuya's face suddenly paused for a moment closely to that one bulge in his hakama, which showed very clearly how aroused Renji himself was, but then the noble only reached for the yukata on the floor behind him and rose again, meeting red eyes with a look that might still have seemed blank for most who did not know him as Renji did. The redhead though, was pretty sure he read in those haughty eyes something that wasn't unlike his own sly grin from before.

It made another wave of heat rush through him and he wanted to embrace the dark-haired man again, pull him close, crush him against his own body, but there the noble turned.

A little questioning crease was about to appear between the redhead's brows but it froze somewhere half-way because the sight that was before his eyes now, made his breath catch another time. Black hair gave a stark contrast to light, soft skin over shoulders narrower and less muscular than Renji's own, but instead sculpted in such fine shapes, drawing their shadows in such soft hues in the dim light, that Renji's hand reached out on its own. But before he could come close enough to touch, the noble took a step forward. The soft valley of Byakuya's spine, sloping down his back in the most elegant curve, seemed to go through a soft movement, as if rolling just underneath the touch of the night air, pulling Renji's attention downward, ever downward.

He had never seen Byakuya naked from behind before, obviously because the noble would have never let him. Now that he did, Renji's eyes were fixed on the well-formed buttocks and he knew he would not be able to stop staring any time soon. And as the dark-haired man went on, took more steps forward, Renji moved after him. Only this time he did not follow an order of Byakuya's, he followed a promise.

He stepped into the room after the noble, only half-closing the door behind them to retain some of the little light the lanterns outside could give them. Byakuya let go of the yukata and then he felt Renji directly behind him, the tattooed arms once more encircling the smaller man before he could step away further. One of Renji's hands was holding the noble's jaw, the other went lower, coming to rest on Byakuya's abdomen.

The noble's breath sped up once more and he had to open his mouth to make it easier to take in all the air he suddenly seemed to need. Renji's chest was hot against his back, the erection of the redhead, despite still being covered by the hakama, was prominent again his buttocks. But it didn't unsettle him, did not make him want to step away. His uncertainty had been left behind, and all he felt at Renji's closeness was a deep flutter in his stomach.

As the pressure of Renji's hand increased against his abdomen and he was pushed further against the redhead's hard-on, Byakuya heard a husky moan against his ear, felt Renji's breath pass his cheek. He turned his head and they kissed again, Renji soon falling into a softly rocking motion against the man before him.

The redhead's hand began to wander lower, rubbing against Byakuya's soft skin, moving closer and closer towards Byakuya's groin. With every additional centimeter the muscles under Renji's hands tightened and twitched more and more and the noble started to hold his breath, until finally, Renji touched the head of Byakuya's erection and the slender body jerked. Out of pure reflex the noble's hand flew to the redhead's wrist, closing around it tightly. But he didn't stop their kiss, didn't pull Renji's hand away and after a few seconds he loosened his hold again. Loosened it, but did not let go completely. Instead he lay his own hand on top of the redhead's, following it as it went ever lower. With the heel of his hand Renji rubbed against the shaft of Byakuya's penis, then reached further down, between the slim, long legs, cupping the noble's balls, while his fingertips sought the sensitive spot just behind them.

Renji began stroking it firmly, at the same time pressing against the base of Byakuya's erection with his palm, as well as carefully rolling his balls against the hollow of his hand. Byakuya's muscles tightened and untightened alternately and he broke their kiss as his breathing became hoarse and more irregular. Then, finally, he began to follow the steady, rolling motion of Renji's hips, pressing against redhead behind him, not wanton or begging, but uniting all his muscles in strong, fluid waves, that made Renji moan deeply.

The noble's free hand once again took hold on the base of Renji's head with demanding force, pushing the redhead's mouth against his long neck, as Byakuya lay his head back against Renji's shoulder. And there was more to the sound of Byakuya's breathing now than there had been before. Not a moan yet, more like a very low sigh in his chest and throat, being expelled at the same time with his ragged breath. But with every new intake of air the promise of his voice became stronger and then, as Renji, growling, bit down on the pristine skin, hard this time, Byakuya hissed and finally answered with a deep moan, not loud, but clearly audible and velvety.

Renji opened his jaws and moved his hand away from the noble’s groin to place it back onto Byakuya’s abdomen, which resulted in a painful, punishing pull at the hairs in his neck. Renji answered it with another, but more gentle bite, then he carefully stepped forward, moving both of them to the noble's futon, where the blanket was still ruffled and thrown back just as Byakuya had left it after waking from his nightmare. There Renji sank to his knees, pulling Byakuya down with him.

Still holding the noble pressed against himself with one hand, he opened the last knot of his hakama with the other and pulled the garment down impatiently. As he pressed his hard on against the crack between Byakuya's buttocks he slowly let his head fall back in an open-mouthed, but silent cry. He felt how Byakuya intertwined his fingers with the redhead’s own on top of the noble's abdomen and Renji jerked his hips forward. For three, four times he moved, but then he knew he couldn't wait any longer.

He did not think he had ever wanted anything this much, but as he tried to push Byakuya over onto all four, the dark-haired man resisted. Only as Renji had loosened Byakuya's grip from his own neck, then taken hold of the noble's in turn and pushed hard, did he manage to bring the smaller man down. But suddenly, too fast for Renji to even realize how it had been done, Byakuya turned under him and in the next moment they faced each other.

One of the noble's hands flew to the Renji's neck again, pulling him down and locking their lips in another breathless kiss, while slender legs wrapped around the redhead's hips. Byakuya arched his back, making their erections meet and Renji could do nothing at all to stop his knees from sliding away under him, bringing him down on top of the lighter man. Before could even think about it his body reacted on its own, thrusting forward hard repeatedly and Renji felt himself come, growling loudly against Byakuya's mouth, hearing the noble gasp against his own lips. Still trembling and gasping for air, Renji pushed himself up and glared down at Byakuya.

He had waited so long for this, had wanted to have Byakuya, to enter him, to move in him. And now this? Had the noble tricked him again, had made it like this on purpose?

But before Renji could utter the angry question that lay in his throat he felt a slender hand against his penis and he flinched in surprise and groaned as one last spurt of semen was released. At the same time his head was pulled down toward Byakuya's lips once more, but this time Renji refused the kiss and instead paused as soon as he was near enough to see Byakuya's features more or less clearly despite the weak light. There was no arrogance in them, no haughty satisfaction. There was slight confusion now, but otherwise only desire in the deep shadows that were Byakuya's eyes.

Renji looked down between them again, at Byakuya's still straining erection and at the noble's fingers dipping into the still warm semen before they returned to Renji's softening sex. There the redhead finally understood.

He lowered himself over Byakuya onto both elbows, his face against the noble's neck, relishing in the first gentle, then increasingly firm touch of that hand against his groin that slowly massaged him into hardness again, at the same time coating his erection with his own semen. He purred quietly against Byakuya's throat as stronger waves of heat once again rolled over him, but then moved himself up and away slightly. He propped himself up onto one elbow so he could reach down with his other hand. He laid it against the inside of one of Byakuya's thighs and nudged gently, feeling muscles flex under his touch. The noble complied and opened his legs further, releasing the close touch he had held against Renji's hips so far.

A gasped moan escaped the noble as Renji moved his hand against Byakuya's hard organ again and the redhead grinned as he realized how aroused the noble was. Renji felt the slender hand in his neck clench, could discern how the abdomen and chest under him moved heavily with Byakuya's deep, fast breaths. He looked back up into Byakuya's face and said hoarsely, “You're mine.” And his voice sounded loud even though it had just been a whisper.

Byakuya's eyes closed for a second and as he opened them again, he lifted his chin in his typical, slightly arrogant, manner. Did Renji just imagine it or was the noble challenging him?

“Let me prove it,” Renji said. He dipped his own fingers into the remains of his previous release and then, keeping his eyes fixed on the noble's face, moved his hand lower. He traced it over Byakuya's shaft again – there was the sound of a long, slow intake of breath – around his balls and harder against the sweet spot behind them – a holding of that breath – and then, with his middle and forefinger, stroked once over Byakuya's anus. The gray eyes widened suddenly and the noble tensed, sucking in still more air until he let it out again in one single, slow breath while Renji's fingers moved back and forth over the tight ring of muscles slowly.

Renji's own breathing had turned ragged and loud again, and he swallowed hard, then increased the pressure of his fingers. Soon he adjusted his position so he knelt between Byakuya's legs again and could push them apart further with his thighs. Then he paused for just a moment to dip his fingers into his own semen again and place them back between Byakuya's buttocks. He continued where he had left off, until suddenly and without forewarning, he slipped one finger in, determinedly pushing it past the ring of muscles.

Byakuya gasped at the slight pain and the simple weirdness of the feeling, but he made himself unclench his anus' muscles again after a few more moments.

Renji himself shivered and moaned quietly. Him doing this to Byakuya aroused him about as much as the noble's fingers on his erection had and he wondered how it was possible that he was already this aroused again. He moved his head towards Byakuya's until their foreheads touched and he closed his eyes, concentrating on his finger and the tight tunnel of muscle around it. He pulled it out slightly, before pressing back in, deeper, much deeper this time. Without allowing himself a break to marvel at the soft moan that left the noble's lips he continued, and only shortly thereafter entered a second finger in the same, sudden manner.

Byakuya tensed again, but as before, after just a short time he relaxed once more and as he realized that Renji had lifted his head and was looking at him intently, returned the redhead's gaze unflinchingly. Forcing his breathing into a slightly more regular pattern the noble said, “Do it.”

His voice was hoarse but surprisingly calm. Not of the cold, impassive calm that Renji was used to, but still composed, hardly even trembling.

“I'll hurt you.”
“Not long ago you almost did and didn't care.”

Renji's eyes widened as he realized that indeed, just a short time ago he had almost taken Byakuya from behind without even thinking about preparing him. He bit his lip.

“But how could I blame you,” the noble said, with just the slightest hesitation in his voice, “Because that's what I did to you.”

Renji's breath caught in his throat and for a moment he was not sure what to say. Byakuya was right, of course, but Renji didn't care about that, it was not important to him anymore. He buried his face against the junction of Byakuya's neck and shoulder and whispered, “But I'm not like you.”

Then, carefully at first, he resumed the movements of his fingers, thrusting them in and pulling them out, deeply and slowly. Before long though he could do nothing against him getting faster and more rough as his own want rose further with every moment and his own moans had become so loud that he hardly even realized how Byakuya had finally become unable to hold his own voice back. What had for the noble started as a strange and slightly uncomfortable feeling in a place that had been untouched before, had turned into deep, heavy pleasure that was driving him close to completion.

And Renji could see it in the noble's barely illuminated face. Byakuya's lips were parted, constantly passed by heavy breaths, now often accompanied by his low voice. A small crease had formed between the narrow, black brows and his dark, dark eyes were half-lidded but meeting Renji's gaze straight on. The noble's slender frame trembled slightly, of excitement, lust, expectation.

Not able to wait any longer, Renji pulled his fingers out and pushed himself up. His whole body was trembling as he moved a little lower and reached for his own erection, feeling it slippery and coated in semen and precum. He placed it against Byakuya's anus, almost pushing in right there but just barely holding himself back. His fist found Byakuya's erection and closed around it. The noble's hand tensed in Renji's neck and at his side and the redhead started moving his hand up and down in firm strokes. Only moments later, Byakuya arched his back, rising high against Renji's heated body. And Renji pushed in.

A groan of pleasure and pain forced its way through Byakuya's clenched teeth as he was trapped between his own, hard release and sudden, strong pain. Above him he heard Renji growl, then moan loudly as he thrust in again, and again and at the last, deep penetration – surrounded by pure, pulsating tightness and heat – came violently. He threw his head back as he was shook by the tremors, just to bury it tightly against Byakuya's neck in the next moment.

He swore breathlessly, and tonelessly, as the bliss washed over him and stayed embedded deeply, until he finally entered the less violent aftermath that came in softer, broader waves. He rode them out with just the softest rolling motion of his hips. Then he slowly calmed down.

Beneath him he noticed Byakuya force careful, controlled breaths into his lungs and the redhead tensed. He hadn't wanted to hurt Byakuya, but he still had, Renji knew, holding his breath, not yet daring to lift his head and look into the noble's face. He stayed where he was, inside Byakuya, carrying most of his own weight on his quickly numbing elbow while he pushed his other hand carefully under Byakuya's lower back. After a few more seconds, it was the noble who spoke quietly.

“Renji.”

The redhead pushed himself up, biting his lip. His brows were knotted, worried, though that was impossible for Byakuya to see since Renji's face, framed by his long, red, open hair, lay in deep shadows. Byakuya gestured downward and Renji, understanding that he was supposed to move, pulled out.

His head hung, as he sat up and noticed that his hakama was still entangled between his feet. He freed himself from it, his hands gripping the fabric tightly as he moved it against his groin, taking up some of the sticky liquid that covered it.

Byakuya was silent. So silent that Renji felt himself growing cold as he imagined hurt and disappointed, gray eyes on him. But then there was a pale hand against the redhead's own and he stopped what he was doing and eventually looked up.

Byakuya had pushed himself onto one elbow and was indeed watching Renji, but not, as the redhead had feared, with disappointment. He did not look hurt either, or angry or offended. He looked calm, and very, very tired. Renji let out the worried breath he had been holding and moved toward Byakuya, wiping off some of the semen from the noble's body as well until Byakuya lay back and turned to his side.

“Come to sleep, Renji,” he said, his voice exhausted and quiet, but warm and soothing as Renji had not heard it before.

And the redhead did as he was asked, putting his hakama aside and pulling the blanket over both of them. He lay against Byakuya's back, embracing the smaller man and pulling him close. In nothing more than a few seconds he felt Byakuya's chest rise and fall in deep, even breaths. And Renji himself closed his eyes.

In this very moment, there was nothing more he would have asked for in this world. All he wanted was pressed protectively against him and he knew that everything that had happened up until now – every single damn thing, good and bad – had been worth it.


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