Nocturnal Romance

Well, here is the final part. No for real, even though I promised two parts ago. This is the last one for this particular story. I am glad everyone seemed to enjoy it and thanks for all the reviews, favs, and alerts. Really makes me blush and such. Thanks again to Samurai Smee for giving me the idea and encouragement to go through with it! So, rated M once again of course. Tried not to borrow so much from Twilight or anything else. Totally want to go the midnight showing tonight of the movie if my lungs have recovered enough to be in the cold. Enough of my babbling, enjoy!

Disclaimer: Don't own Bleach or the title of the fic.


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Nocturnal Romance

Epilogue

Dying had seemed easy compared when I woke three days later. Essentially all I had done was fall asleep. There was no other side like I had been led to believe, since I didn’t die as I should have. Any other previous human would have been livid that they were killed and now walked the earth.

But I was me and not like everyone else.

I came to, not breathing and still wrapped in Byakuya’s velvety arms, stone cold, and unsure. He was staring at me intently. He didn’t seem mad though. I should have been more perplexed than I was. I didn’t feel the rampant bloodlust or an impulse to kill.

“What happened?” I asked, turning slightly to look at him better. He knew I was referring to the sudden change of his attitude in regards to turning me. I could feel time passing, ticking by even moments slower than before, but my body was frozen permanently from aging.

Old blood crawled through my veins and I was aware of the motionlessness within my chest from the lack of a beating heart and oxygenized lungs. His soft, fresh bruise hued eyelids were closed, his head turned only slightly away from me in regret.

Then I realized that my former life was actually over. I was a new Ishida Uryu. I wouldn’t be able to return to school in my current condition, visit my family, and even visit my friends. But would I be a new Uryu with Byakuya?

“There was a threat. I had to turn you at the last possible moment or risk someone stealing your life permanently.” His iron eyes turned to me once more as one of his delicate hands cupped the side of my face, his fingers stroking the skin there, like having silk scarves draped across my flesh.

I was expecting regret for having lost my human life and joining the vampires, but instead I felt passion searing and unsullied in such intensity for the man in front of me that anything was blinded as usual. I slowly pressed my face close to his, hovering just an inch or two from his perfect lips. He wasn’t breathing either and it should have felt strange, but it wasn’t.

I was made for Byakuya.

Nothing surprised or bothered me as I was meant to be with him and everything would work out. I hardly ever saw my father, the only surviving member of my family as my grandfather had died when I was just a boy. Father never talked about what happened to my mother.

I would have to change all of my classes over to the night if I wanted to finish, and I could probably still catch my friends then, not that they were ever close enough to me to know much about what honestly occurred in my head. I tried never to let anyone get close to me, with the exception of Byakuya.

No words came from my lips and instead I grasped his close to me, just hugging him as if he would float off the bed and leave me all alone. I was waiting for the crushing steamroller over my emotions at the thought of never venturing into the sunlight again, for a hole to open up in my chest and for me to decompose into fine dust, but nothing hurt.

Byakuya’s silken fingers gently traced patterns on the surface of my cold skin as I realized that I was still naked from our intercourse days before. I didn’t feel like a corpse, even though I was one now. Any normal person probably would have faded into fits of insanity from this simple fact. I should have felt something, but that was the problem. I felt nothing.

Byakuya cradled me against his chest for a long time, softly stroking the skin of my bare back as I waited for something, anything. I know it was sometime past dawn before either of us spoke again, my words crackly and dry in my throat like the skin of an alligator.

“I love you,” I murmured tenderly against the supple flesh of his chest. He continued holding me close as he returned the words, them somehow sounding more velvety and perfect than I could have ever imagined. He loved me and it didn’t sound forced. If I still had a heart beat, it would have jumped into action right away.

Just from his calm demeanor I could gather that he was not upset he had turned me, not in the least, though he had tried to sound as if it were so. I wondered if he had picked me specifically or if it was just fate, but I didn’t want to look a gift horse in the mouth.

The room was exceptionally quiet now that we both lacked heart beats, lungs, or pulses. I had never noticed quiet before, as my whole life had never been perfectly quiet. This sort of life would take adjusting to, but I had all the time in the world. The chill in the air would never affect me ever again.

I snuggled closer to Byakuya, as close as it was vampircally possible and smelling the ever refreshing smell of his sakura blossoms that naturally seemed to emanate from him in soft waves that curled around me. Silk tendrils of his hair brushed my face as he shifted slightly so that he could hold me on top of his chiseled chest as we waited for the night.

X

His large hand closed over mine as we journeyed back to the apartment in the February night. Spring had arrived, the refreshing pink of the sakura blossoms contrasting well with the dingy brown to grey color of the dirty and melting snow.

His hand was more of an iron clasp against mine, despite the fact that we both had enhanced features along with the vampirism. I had just not learned to build upon mine yet. It had only been a few months since my conversion into the dark world of the night crawlers.

We had not heard from Renji or Yumi since they had learned of Byakuya’s hand in changing my fate and even then it had only been through another vampire named Ukitake, who was an acquaintance of his. He was extremely nice and friendly for a vampire, having a kindly face and willing to help protect me.

There was a whole world of vampires that Byakuya was going to have to educate me about; so many regulations and history. But I was willing and eager to listen to every word so that by the time the next meeting of the districts came together, I would be ready. The power struggle that had been occurring when I was first turned was on the verge of calming down since everyone had settled into their respective grounds.

I noted that Byakuya smiled more when it was reported good news. Of course, he always smiled more around me I noted, a rather lazy and rolling one. It was all I could manage even still to keep my eyes off his perfect mouth for very long, as I always seemed to miss something when he was speaking to me. Like now…

“Uryu, what do you say that we take a night off from work?” he asked as we began to pass away from crowds now and toward the empty business district. I knew he meant that we should get intimate. It was just a code for anyone around us. He was still working for the company and I was still working on school work. He had actually just picked me up from my night class.

It wasn’t as difficult as Byakuya was thinking for me to still interact with humans. Their blood sickened me enough that I only drank it when Byakuya tied me to the bed and forced it down my throat. I hated the sharp coppery smell and the cold aftertaste that made me choke until it ran from the corners of my slack mouth. I had no desire to eat a live human, which I think worried Byakuya sometimes more than he let on.

“Yes, I would like that,” I smiled. My eyesight had improved drastically to the point that I no longer needed my glasses to help correct my once faulty vision, but I still wore them for security. A few of the petals drifted down as we strolled beneath the trees, our fingers interlaced tight enough that water could never penetrate.

He was still as god-like and the very vision of perfection as I glanced at him quickly out of the corner of one intense sapphire eye. His shoulders were squared in the charcoal grey business suit that matched the color of his eyes, like the color of the sea in the middle of a storm.

His chin was held high like nobility rather than haughtily. The wind played his hair against the night scenery of the glass buildings behind him as he turned to regard me with a sly smile. He had caught me staring again.

“Like what you see?” he whispered in a low velvety voice that only I could hear. It sent shivers racing down my spine, my whole body beginning to tingle. I gulped, an automatic human response, despite the fact that I had no more need to. My head nodded automatically programmed to do so and unable to tear my eyes away from him, greedy to have more of that attention.

Any woman we passed had trouble taking her eyes off his flawless and natural beauty, only a few being so bold as to make an attempt to flirt with him. He never paid them any heed though, as his eyes would be fully focused on me and his hand caressing mine or his arm wrapped around my waist. Byakuya was all mine though I sometimes felt I insufficient by comparison.

“I do,” I told him, my words lost on the crystal night air. My pants twitched in a most wantonly way and my tongue darted between my lips to caress them in an anxious fashion. Our apartment suddenly felt so far away.

“Come on then,” he said as his grip tightened on my hand. I knew that was another signal for our bond. It meant that he was going to do something less than human, actually taking advantage of our powers. Byakuya liked to remain as close to human as possible and so we hardly ever took advantage of our speed and strength.

We were going to race to the building and climb up the side to the balcony we rarely used. It was a fairly simple and quick set of movements for a vampire. In a flash we were moving beyond the speed of sound and racing light as we darted between objects to the side of the building.

Despite having been a vampire for a few months, the fluidity of his movements always surprised me, no matter how many times I saw them. He jumped and grabbed the bar of the second floor balcony, just as I got my senses back, before we leapt for the next, clearing the side.

I crashed against something cold and solid, realizing that he had grabbed me to his chest. I always felt dizzy when he occasionally traveled this way. He called it his “lightning step,” as we there in a moment and gone in a flash the next.

The whole world felt like it was still moving as there was a roaring in my ears before everything calmed down again. If I had still been human, it would have made me sick, to travel this way. But instead it felt like I had taken an intense roller coaster.

“Are you alright?” he asked as he rubbed my back to help calm and comfort. I loved the feel of his large cold hand against the light jacket I was wearing, or the feel of his hands on my period. I loved how Byakuya meshed with me.

“Yes, I’m fine,” I smiled as I kissed his neck to reassure him. We stepped through the sliding door of the apartment, moving the thick curtains aside. It was actually fairly early compared to what time we usually entered the apartment.

Byakuya walked me over to the bed, his arm releasing from my waist as he gently pushed me down amongst the covers on my back. This was something that happened at least once a night. Our skin and organs healed at an accelerated rate so that it was nearly impossible to kill or at least serious injury.

His knee parted my legs as he crept forward in a feline manner, like a predator toward the prey. I could feel my member twitch to life more, all of the recent blood in my body rushing toward it. I could see Byakuya smirk, his hair falling across his eyes, stark black against pallid porcelain.

My jaw fell slack as usual from the impressive beauty of his face highlighted by the simple light beside the bed. His body relaxed on top of mine, as he nuzzled my head to the side and began to suck on my ear. He was fascinated with them I had noticed, as he licked around the shell with soft slurps and held the lobe between his sharp teeth.

Shivers rushed through my body as I uttered soft sounds, my fingers gripping at his back, close to tearing the material under my fingernails. His hair tickled my neck and I restrained a giggle from the sensitivity. His solid frame moved against mine as he continued to caress my ears and neck with his skilled tongue.

My fingers punctured his shirt without meaning to and I heard him chuckle, low and deep in his throat as he began to plant wet kisses on my jaw, restraining my hands above my head with around the wrists with one hand.

“You are particularly excited tonight,” he smiled down at me, not even giving me a chance to move my lips before he crashed down upon them with his own silken. His tongue probed around the outside of my mouth slowly before I allowed him entrance into the dark cavern. The kiss was familiar, comforting, and still exactly as refreshing as the first time we had made love.

Sounds of “mmmph” and “ahhhhh” were uttered between us like a lustful pact as our saliva mixed, our tongues battling, our faces pressed close, and our lips heated and swollen. I fought against his hands, squirming under his body, my pants comfortably tight and it appeared his too, for I could feel it causing pleasant friction against my own. His kisses were hungry, almost greedy, in a pleasurable way that made my toes curl into my shoes.

I could feel my member throbbing uncomfortably, my hole as well, craving his attention to them, the immense pleasure that only his member could bring as it pulsed against my walls while they closed over him tightly and completely. I wanted his seed inside of me and dripping down my thighs.

His free hand began to pop the buttons down my shirt, his fingers drifting over the newly exposed skin as they trailed down my pale chest and abdomen to the top of my plain black slacks between the folds of the royal blue material. He was still licking and kissing away from my mouth, his tongue soft like silk and soothing against my flesh, but there was primal need under that façade.

The hand holding my wrists soon released as they began to grab at my clothing. I was impatient as I grabbed at his shoulders, squeezing with inhuman strength. My fingers ghosted over his hair before tangling within the locks and keeping him close.

He continued his trail of sloppy kisses with his velvety and perfect lips right down my neck and the thin trail of exposed skin as he continued to the top of my pants once more, his tongue dipping in and out of my belly button, saliva glistening off my skin.

At this rate, there was no way I was going to last. Clothing needed to be out of the way as soon as possible. But Byakuya was having none of that.

His hand cupped my groin as he smirked up at me again. I could only gasp like a fish as he pulled the zipper down with his perfect teeth, my member springing forth from both my pants and my boxers, standing proud for all to see. I was glad it was just the two of us in the room to see me in such a vulnerable state.

“You are excited Uryu,” he told me as his mouth closed over the head, his saliva squelching as he tongued my slit before swirling it around. I fisted both his hair and the comforter as I yelped and cried his name. I wasn’t as sensitive as before, when he had taken me as a human, but still plenty responsive as my back arched slightly off the bed.

I had trouble focusing on watching his pallid cheeks hollow as he sucked me off, his tongue running the length of my shaft, over the most prominent vein. My own mouth remained open as I continued to make whimpering sounds of pleasure. I was panting like a dog in heat and I didn’t even have to breathe to remain alive.

My orgasm was uncoiling in my stomach already; it was no fair that he knew what I liked and was so good at it. I continued to thrust my hips up to his mouth, his nose tickling the soft patch of blue-black hair at the base. I was biting my lip to keep from screaming; the neighbors had been complaining. He could still cause my mind to blank anytime we were together.

Byakuya pushed my hips down into the bed, holding them steady. He kissed the top of my head as he slowly, seductively began to unfasten the pants and pull them down my slim hips. I would have blushed, but vampires never flush with color. I no longer noticed the permanent chill that his skin held, but I could feel even simple electric shocks when he would drag a finger across my chest or the back of my hand.

His fingers brushed my swollen, engorged member as my slacks found themselves in a crumpled pile on the floor. I sat up to remove my shirt and save him some of the trouble as his slender fingers began working on this tie, all the while grinning at me wolfishly, his fangs just before piercing his lips. He had explained the next time we had made love as vampires that I had a growing fever just from coming in contact with him and then after he scraped me to make the change.

The black shirt he had been wearing his with fitted jacket joined the rest of my clothing in a growing pile of mixed dark colors, as his pants and boxers fell around his hips. Our shoes were gone and the socks too before he began to crawl the bed again, grabbing my calves in his hands and holding them around his hips. I was still so awed by the marble perfection that was his body. I had to wonder exactly how I appeared to him.

“Rough or gentle tonight?” he asked me. He was polite that way, so as not to surprise or hurt me intentionally. I was curious after a few more sessions with him, to see how rough felt. Even though, most nights of the week we were gentle, even more so than the first time. To him, I would probably always be such a breakable creature, despite the fact that I had joined the nearly indestructible vampire.

“Rough,” I found myself grinning. There was reward in pleasure, not that Byakuya was ever very hard on me. He lifted my hips in the air before moving his face forward. His long eye lashes brushed the skin of my thighs as his mouth pressed onto my entrance. His tongue pushed past his lips and to the tight ring of muscles as his hand played with my sac.

The intrusion was something I wasn’t used to, as he never did things like this. I gasped and squeaked, clutching at the black covers once again tightly in both hands. He began to suck on the hole for a little while, his tongue reaching far inside of me, my walls closing tightly around him. His fingers pressed along with his tongue after a little while, so that I was on my head now.

“Byakuya, please-“ I told him. I wanted all of him inside of me as soon as possible since the teasing was more than I could bear without spilling my seed on both of us. My voice was a decibel or so below a scream. He slowly let my back and hips rest on the bed once more as he began to stroke himself and prepare to enter me.

I bit my lip as this was the hardest part of the whole experience. His head pressed past the tight ring of muscles, the widest part before he slid the rest of his pre-cum covered length into me. I squeezed my eyes shut, always knowing that if I gave the command, it would be soft and lubed once more. It was pleasure over pain though. Byakuya was the only one I trusted to hurt me in this fashion.

I knew he was resisting the urge to kiss me passionately until it subsided as his hips began to move forward, his hands grasping and scratching the skin. It was a lot of self restraint to hurt me, but I wanted it this way on occasion. To me, it only made our relationship deeper, the pleasure so much better after enduring some pain. I did not want there to be much stretching or preparation tonight, though I know he liked to make sure that he was being extremely careful on my body.

The more turned on I got, the more the pre-cum slid down as Byakuya’s member and sac crashed into me. One of my hands grasped my member in my hands as I began to pump in time. We were grunting and whimpering with pleasure as greedy and wanton need passed between us.

I knew my orgasm wasn’t too far away as I began to cry out his name like a mantra. He kissed me fiercely, whispering my name to me as our hips and thighs slapped together with a hard ‘pat, pat, pat’ sound. Any louder and the neighbors would complain again. He leaned forward, one hand helping me and the other still holding my hips. That sculpted body leaned over mine, the flesh pressing together as he began to kiss me hungrily.

My body convulsed with the very force of my pearly essence spurting a few times against Byakuya’s chest, my hand, and stomach as my member became flaccid once more. His name had tumbled from my lips enough for him to know what was going to happen. This was far quicker than the first time, but I knew we would probably recover and make love at least once more. When you were unable to sleep any longer, you had to do something to pass the time.

He continued to pump into me recklessly, my hips developing crescent marks from his nails as he began to grunt and whimper my name before his own seed began to fill my entrance. I loved the timbre of his voice when he would spill into me as his head would crash against my chest, the darkness of his hair contrasting with the pallid of my skin in a midnight waterfall.

My hands rested on his back as his seed continued to seep out of me, more than usual, and onto the bedspread with light ‘plops’ and squelches as he pulled his flaccid member from me. They could be washed after all, if we wanted to lay under them later. His hands snaked around my waist as he hugged me to him and we joined in silence. My hands absently began to comb his hair and this would have been where anyone would have gone to sleep.

That was the one disadvantage of humans compared to vampires. We developed bruise colored circles beneath our eyes from the lack of rest. It would never kill us, but humans that were informed of what to look for could pick us out of a crowd on those alone as our teeth were not as sharp or prominent like those in fiction.

“Uryu, I love you,” he whispered again, his voice low.

“I love you too Byakuya,” I murmured as he moved so that he could hold me instead. He made me feel like a child sometimes when he did that. Byakuya didn’t like for anyone to care for him, even me. I guessed it was leftover nobility.

“You know, that first night I saw you all those months ago, I somehow knew that my life was not going to be the same afterward.”

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” I asked as I shifted between the cold muscles to stare into those iron colored eyes and try to figure out what he was thinking as he spoke to me.

“A good thing, I assure you. Because if I had never met you, then I would be alone. You are different Uryu and mine. I am very protective of you.”

“I’m glad, as sometimes I feel that I don’t deserve you,” I joked. I snuggled close to his chest as our legs tangled together and he wrapped a blanket around us, as more of a security than a necessity. “But I knew I was meant for you,” I smiled. His shapely nose nuzzled into the top of my head and I wondered if I had a special scent to him.

“Mmm,” he smiled against the blue-black strands.

“What do I smell like to you?” I asked, curious to see if he would tell me. I knew this was rather like pillow talk as we spent equal time speaking and remaining silent when we were together.

“Like…” He sniffed again, I think more to tease me than to actually try to investigate. “Like sex.” Another sniff. “And sakura blossoms.” Another sniff followed by a stroke and then moving the strands from my face. “And nocturnal romance.”

“Good,” I smiled, pressing my cool lips to his god-like chest as his grip became a little tighter. “I wouldn’t want to be anything else.”

X

There was a vampire congregation coming together soon and Byakuya wanted me to be ready for it. He explained that they made the youngest vampires provide stories for the history records in the vampire world of how they were turned and their life afterward. It was part of the few written records they actually kept.

I was nervous, more nervous than when I had taken my entrance exam to enter into college, more nervous than my first time with Byakuya or turning into a vampire. I really wanted to impress them, since I knew that Ukitate was one of the few that would actually be allowed to read it.

I was given complete creative control and several months to work on it before we would leave and head to a cold and desolate part of the world to meet them. My mind had been blank as to how to start, but then one night it finally came to me while Byakuya was working.

I grabbed a pen from beside the lamp on the nightstand and began to pen the beginning of my new life, in all of its strange details, beginning with:

The hours of darkness were chilly and brusque against my already goose-bump riddled skin, but not so much as from the air itself but from what lurked in the night. It was humorous, how I had never considered myths and legends to be factual, even now that I was facing down two beings that would rather steal my pungent pulsing blood from my slender veins rather than talk tediously…

X

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