Acciaccatura

So I was sitting around thinking, "man, I wish that some of my favorite authors would get around to updating some of their stories", when I realized I had about 95% of this story finished and hadn't updated it in ages. So, I hope you like it. Finally, some smut for your enjoyment. :)

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Ichigo sat on the roof of some out of the way building, thinking about Byakuya, face pensive. He had to admit to himself that he was at least a little bit excited about his arrangement with Byakuya, but he was more nervous than anything else. He had wanted to stay longer than he had, but he had freaked out a little at the way Byakuya’s nearness had made him feel. Byakuya’s personal rooms had been huge, cavernous even, but just the dark haired captain’s presence had made them feel stifling, as if there just wasn’t enough room for the two of them.

The thought of going back again filled him at once with both excitement and dread. He kept replaying their last kiss over and over again in his head. Byakuya would probably want him to… to take off more of his clothes this time, might put his mouth, his tongue… elsewhere.

Ichigo could feel himself flush. What if he was bad at it? What if Byakuya decided he didn’t want him anymore? Or—

What if he did? Byakuya would want to, oh God, take him to bed eventually. Ichigo wondered if that thought should disturb him more than it did.

Ichigo wondered if Byakuya would be the same in bed as he was while conducting business. He had been, to a point, when just kissing Ichigo, just touching him, though Ichigo had seen in his eyes a flicker of heat. How would it be to see Byakuya completely undone, given over to pleasure? Eyes heavy lidded, lips parted because of him. Ichigo shook his head. It was a little difficult to picture Byakuya like that, even in his head. The look of pleasure on the captain’s face had just been too strange and foreign, even for a fantasy.

Ichigo tried not to think of what his own face might look like if contorted in pleasure. Probably ridiculous. Byakuya would laugh him right out of Soul Society. But if imagining the man’s face clouded over with pleasure was hard, picturing the dark haired captain with an actual smile was just about impossible.

Ichigo shivered as the air began to cool, the sun slipping over the horizon. Byakuya would be expecting him soon. The teen’s heart flip-flopped in his chest and he resolved to tell Byakuya that there were just some things he wasn’t ready to try yet. What exactly those things were he wasn’t really sure of, but he knew he didn’t want things to get too heavy too fast. Byakuya would probably understand that.

Feeling apprehensive, Ichigo stood and headed off in the direction of the Kuchiki residence.

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Byakuya was not pacing in his sitting room. He was the head of the Kuchiki family, captain of the Sixth Division and was not prone to such nervous habits as pacing. He was just walking leisurely back and forth across the room, nothing more.

He mentally berated himself for letting Ichigo go before getting him to commit to a specific time. “Tomorrow” was rather vague, though the sun was setting and the teen was running out of time to stop by like he said he would. Byakuya took a deep breath; the boy would come to him eventually. The captain decided he needed some tea.

Setting himself down at the low table, Byakuya tried to feel for Ichigo’s reiatsu, and was quite pleased to find it nearby, and closing in.

He flicked his eyes to the bedroom door, thinking back over his plans. Everything was set up for what he wanted Ichigo to experience that night, if the teen could be convinced. It was really quite tame, a gentle warm up to the more intense scenes he wanted to have with the other Shinigami; he didn’t think Ichigo, shy as he was when it came to intimate encounters, would have any objections.

The captain poured himself another cup of tea, waiting for Ichigo to make his appearance. It did not take long, Ichigo barging right in without even knocking, much to the dismay of his servants. Typical.

The red headed teen, though, once inside his quarters, seemed to hesitate, still scowling. Byakuya stood and noticed with pleasure that Ichigo flinched a little. When he motioned for his servant, wringing her hands in dismay, to close the door, the boy flinched again when it clicked shut. He shut his eyes as Byakuya drew closer, looking as if he was facing a firing squad rather than a night of pleasure. That just wouldn’t do.

Byakuya gently touched Ichigo’s face, cupping the teen’s cheek in his hand. He could feel the red head’s breath ghosting in short pants over his skin and he let his hand slide backwards to rest against the back of Ichigo’s neck, gripping it ever so slightly to hold him still for a kiss.

Ichigo startled, his eyes flying open at the first touch against his lips, but they snapped shut again as soon as he met Byakuya’s cool gaze. Byakuya pulled him closer, wanting full contact with the teen, letting his free hand stray to Ichigo’s hip. Ichigo seemed a little surprised, his chest flush with Byakuya’s, though he kept his hands at his sides.

Byakuya gave a little tug on Ichigo’s hair, pulling his head back ever so slightly and deepening the kiss. Ichigo made a little sound that the captain felt more than heard, and then the teen finally lifted his hands and placed them hesitantly on Byakuya’s shoulders. Byakuya used his tongue to explore all of Ichigo’s mouth, pleased when Ichigo began to hesitantly respond to him, flicking his tongue against Byakuya’s.

He could feel Ichigo growing hard against him and he pulled gently away to look at the boy’s flushed face. It took all of his will power not to lean back in and take Ichigo’s mouth again, to suck and bite until Ichigo was wild for it.

The younger Shinigami’s eyes fluttered open, looking confused.

“Come now, Ichigo,” Byakuya said, keeping his voice low, seductive, wrapping a hand around one of Ichigo’s wrists.

Ichigo let himself be led towards another door, Byakuya’s fingers burning like a brand on his skin. His breath hitched when he saw the door led to Byakuya’s bedroom, and he shivered a little at the sight, though more in anticipation than fear. His own want surprised him, and his heart flip flopped a little with excitement because Byakuya had decided to share this with him. Byakuya. Cold fucking captain of the Gotei 13, whose skin wasn’t cold at all, whose mouth was searing hot and demanding, had decided to give this to him.

Ichigo took in the sight of the plain white candles decorating the room, the futon in the middle of the room and the black box next to it.

Byakuya turned to him. “You will undress now,” he said, and though it was obviously a command, his voice was still gentle. Upon seeing the hesitation in Ichigo’s eyes, Byakuya elaborated, “I will not take things farther than you are comfortable with, Ichigo.”

The teen nodded slowly and looked away, beginning to remove his Shinigami uniform. Byakuya watched with some amusement as Ichigo let the garments fall without really paying them much attention, but he would save matters of neatness for another night. He was more focused on staring at the soft looking skin that was slowly exposed to him, the sight of flat, little nipples hardening against the air to the dusting of orange hair trailing down to disappear within Ichigo’s hakama.

As hard as it was to do, Byakuya forced himself to turn away to afford Ichigo a little bit of privacy as he finished undressing. The captain went instead to the black box and pulled out a long, thin strip of cloth. Turning back to Ichigo, Byakuya almost missed a step at the sight of Ichigo’s hard cock, the head flushed red, moisture beading at the tip.

Ichigo was shifting a little, looking uncomfortable. As Byakuya approached, he kept his gaze trained on Ichigo’s face, not wanting to make the boy more nervous by openly staring. There would be plenty of time for that later.

“I’m going to blindfold you,” Byakuya told the teen, holding up the strip of black cloth.

Ichigo looked even more hesitant at that, opening his mouth as if to object, only to snap it shut a moment later.

“I will not hurt you,” Byakuya said as if speaking to a scared animal. “I only want you to lie down on the futon, and from there, I will take care of you.”

It was a long moment before Ichigo nodded, letting his eyes fall shut. Byakuya tied the blindfold securely around his eyes, noting how Ichigo breathed a little heavier once it was in place. He led the boy by his elbow to the futon, coaxing the boy first to his knees, then gently laying him down on his stomach. Byakuya frowned at the way Ichigo shivered. He wanted the younger Shinigami to be a little nervous, yes, but not outright terrified.

The ties Byakuya had wanted to use on his hands then, would have to wait for another night. Reaching to the black box once again, Byakuya pulled out a small jar. He poured some of the liquid within on his hands, and then reached for Ichigo’s back.

The teen jumped at the first brush of skin, but he soon relaxed under Byakuya’s talented fingers. The captain was surprised at how tense Ichigo was, and set about bringing Ichigo into a state of boneless contentment. He relished the feel of Ichigo’s skin under his palms and fingers, loving the way Ichigo was now giving up small noises of pleasure.

Now, if only...

Byakuya moved his hands a little lower, until he had both cupping the cheeks of Ichigo’s ass. The younger Shinigami made a little noise of distress, turning his head slightly, though he couldn’t see.

“Relax, Ichigo.”

The tension once more drained out of the teen, and Byakuya tried to let Ichigo grow accustomed to the sensation of being touched so intimately before moving on. He gently parted Ichigo’s cheeks to reveal the little pucker of his hole, watching it twitch as Ichigo tensed up again.

Slicking his fingers with more oil, Byakuya teased Ichigo’s entrance, swirling his index finger around the little muscle. Ichigo was trembling again, but he hadn’t told Byakuya to stop, so the captain slipped his finger into the well oiled hole, searching for Ichigo’s prostate before sliding right back out.

Ichigo gave a little yelp, his hips twisting fitfully against Byakuya’s grasp. Ichigo moaned at the friction that gave his leaking cock, panting against the dual sensations. He found himself wanting Byakuya’s finger to return, to find that little place inside him once more. He wanted to come, for Byakuya to bring him off, to touch him until he couldn’t stand it anymore, until he was sure he’d lose his sanity in the sheer pleasure of it all.

“Please, oh please,” Ichigo gasped, words muffled around the pillow beneath him.

Byakuya had to close his eyes for a long moment. Ichigo, his little Ichigo, was begging. Begging already, and Byakuya had barely done anything to him.

“Please what, Ichigo?”

“Oh, oh”, Ichigo said, as though he was nervous about giving voice to his desires. “Please do that again.”

“Please do what again?” Byakuya pressed, wanting Ichigo to say it.

“Ohh, with your finger, please. Feels so good.”

Byakuya rewarded him with two fingers, which made Ichigo squirm and moan, the low sounds in his throat turning into a wail as Byakuya teased his prostate. He could tell how close Ichigo was, he could feel it. He wanted Ichigo to come, wanted Ichigo to do it with Byakuya’s fingers inside of him. Ruthlessly, Byakuya brushed his fingers against Ichigo’s prostate, relishing the boy’s muffled cries of pleasure as Ichigo brought himself closer and closer to orgasm, his hips rocking fitfully, his hard cock sliding against the sheets.

Byakuya was almost a little disappointed that he couldn’t see Ichigo’s face when he came, but the feel of the boy clenching around his fingers, and the howl that seemed to be ripped right from his throat more than made up for that.

Ichigo lay there for a long time, panting and shaking. He’d just had the most mind blowing orgasm of his entire fucking life. He wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to come again. He didn’t struggle when Byakuya rolled him over, and he completely forgot to be self-conscious in his nudity. He kept his eyes closed even as Byakuya removed the blindfold and leaned in to kiss him.

Ichigo readily accepted Byakuya’s lips on his own, kissing back lazily. His eyes finally fluttered open when Byakuya pulled away and, with some difficulty, he managed to sit up.

“Did you want me to…?” Ichigo asked hesitantly, his hands fluttering around Byakuya’s shoulders. “I mean, would you?”

Fairly confident that Byakuya knew what Ichigo wanted, he began to disrobe. He folded his clothes carefully and set them aside before turning back to Ichigo and placing one hand flat against the boy’s chest before pushing him gently back down. Byakuya soon joined him and while he engaged the teen in a kiss, he took Ichigo’s hand in his own and led it down to his hard cock.

He felt the hitch in Ichigo’s breath when the younger Shinigami’s hand wrapped tentatively around the shaft. Gently, Byakuya showed the teen how best to touch him until the captain felt that Ichigo had the hang of it. Removing his hand, Byakuya wrapped his arms around Ichigo and buried his nose into the orange hair in front of him, relishing the softness of it.

“That’s good, Ichigo,” he said encouragingly when Ichigo’s grip tightened a little and his strokes gained confidence.

Byakuya let himself pant, his breath stirring Ichigo’s hair, but he did not allow any moans to escape his lips; he was in charge here and as sweet as Ichigo’s attentions were, he did not want to show his pleasure too transparently. He pulled the younger Shinigami closer as he felt his orgasm build, enjoying the press of skin on skin. With a shudder he came, smiling a little as Ichigo jerked in his arms, moaning, when Byakuya’s seed struck his skin.

Ichigo pressed closer afterwards, breathing heavily, his face buried in Byakuya’s neck. “I—was I—”

“You were lovely, Ichigo,” Byakuya said soothingly. “Absolutely perfect.”

As Ichigo’s body relaxed in his arms, Byakuya glared hard across the room. He felt sated and content, which was not a part of his plan at all. He had wanted to put the wannabe Shinigami in his place, wanted to humiliate him—

Byakuya tried to push fantasies of humiliating the boy in an entirely different way out of his mind, but images of Ichigo on his knees and begging, crawling for him refused to be silenced.

He did, of course, want to continue his little tryst with Ichigo; the teen was just too delicious to pass up, but to what end, Byakuya was no longer sure.

“Byakuya,” Ichigo said suddenly, the younger Shinigami’s breath on his collar bone sending shivers down the captain’s spine, “thank you.”

Byakuya was speechless. What was he going to do?