Secrets

When he watched his friends leave the Vice Captain of Squad 6 then turned to Byakuya, who was sitting behind his desk once more. Rubbing his neck Renji said, “Well… I guess he took that better than I thought…”

Gracefully Byakuya rose from his desk. Hands folded in front of him he strode up to Renji who was still standing just inside the office. Seeing his captain Renji reached out a hand and slid the door shut. Byakuya murmured, “I did not wish to create such a fuss and embarrass Vice Captain Kira.”

Renji raised Byakuya’s gloved hand to his lips and kissed it. Still unsure he said, “that’s the first time ya were worried about someone else bein’ embarrassed.”

“He is nobility as well. Besides is he not involved in a relationship with Vice Captain Hisagi?”

“Yep that’s right. Do not worry about it. He’s always been like that. I think he was just relieved, Captain Kuchiki,” Renji said, still holding Byakuya’s hand in his.

“I am relieved as well, Renji,” Byakuya answered, giving Renji’s hand a gentle pressure.

“And by the way, thanks. This… this… means a lot to me, Byakuya…” Renji whispered, moving close to kiss his cheek.

“Hmmn,” Byakuya merely answered, not sure of the proper words to express what he was feeling inside. However, it was far less awkward then the night before. Returning to the table, he released Renji’s hand. His vice-Captain knelt next to him and picked up his chopsticks only a split second after he saw Byakuya reach for his.

“So… I guess… the next person we gotta tell is Rukia?”

“Indeed. That is another problem that will require a good deal of planning,” Byakuya answered, coughing quietly.

“I just wondered what yer family’s gonna think... the rest of ‘em. I’m sure Rukia won’t be that worried, but well…”

“I have taken steps to address that issue as well, Renji. We shall speak with them together and clarify matters,” Byakuya continued. Renji shivered and dropped his chopsticks.

“Ya mean… your elders? Are ya sure?”

“Secrets are not always the most prudent method of framing a relationship. Especially when there are many rumors rampant that is far more colorful than the reality?” Byakuya began, raising a brow in a manner that Renji found rather arousing.

Renji finally released the last tense knot in his stomach. Exhaling he reached for Byakuya’s hand under the table and laughed. It seemed with that laughter he felt the last bit of relief he needed to erase or at least sooth the hurt from the night before. “One thing though…”

“Which is?”

“Maybe we can make the reality as colorful as the rumors, eh?” Renji waggled a brow suggestively and slid his hand a bit higher.

“Point taken,” Byakuya answered, setting his cup down as Renji scooted closer to him.

Renji’s hand darted over his clothed leg under the table unseen, but not unnoticed. Byakuya cocked a graceful brow as he looked back to Renji. Smirking, his vice captain moved over and slid a hand further up Byakuya’s thigh. A sharp gasp exited the noble’s lips as he felt the rubbing squeeze.


“Renji… what have I told you about improper behavior…” the noble scolded with caution in his tone.

“And what did I tell ya earlier?” Renji asked. Suddenly Byakuya was gone from his grasp and he felt someone directly behind him, with their lips to his ear, and arm sliding around his waist.

“Since you insist on this, I must act,” Byakuya answered, moving his hand lower and squeezing hard. Renji bent his head over and gritted his teeth to bite off a loud moan. Glancing down he saw the back of Byakuya’s hand covered in his wristlets untying his uniform sash. The other hand still squeezed and stroked him, tugging him further back. He felt a pair of knees slide between his so he straddled his captain’s lap.

“S… sir…”

“Unnerved?” Byakuya whispered, moving his hand into Renji’s hakama now. He bit the inside of his lip to keep from crying out when Byakuya’s fingers stiffly slid along his member.

“Not as much as ya may think,” Renji laughed, gasping at the captain’s audacity. “But I gotta admit I never sat in yer lap before… I didn’t think it was proper t’ do that to a noble.”

Cold air hit Renji’s backside one moment, then the soft cloth of Byakuya’s hakama rubbing the next. He had only untied the sash so the rear of Renji’s hakama was open, exposing nothing immediately visible. Renji braced his hands on the table in front of him when he felt something hard nestling between his legs and scrotum.
Byakuya panted heavily into his ear, nipping at Renji’s neck to his hairline. “Still composed?”

“I… I’ll be okay if ya wanna…”

“Not just yet,” Byakuya whispered. The commanding undertone of his voice and the pressure of his chest to Renji’s back drove him to further hardness. Not to mention the delicious friction of his captain’s length rubbing under his. Both gloved hands slid into the front of Renji’s robe, rubbing over the hard plane of his chest and teasing against the sensitive nipples clothed inside. Although they had been intimate for a reasonable amount of times, Byakuya’s caresses were measured and still a bit awkward. Ironic that the older man seemed a bit less comfortable with how someone else should be touched. Renji at first guessed it was because he was not touching a woman, then it dawned on him that it was just his noble upbringing.

“Maybe ya should relax a bit. Don’t be afraid… to play,” Renji whispered, realizing how he was in a submissive position but was giving advice to the dominant one.

“I am not… accustomed to this,” Byakuya mumbled, his hands stopping.

“I didn’t tell ya to stop. It feels damn good. Just play a bit more and have fun. What ya were doing was fine…”

Byakuya blushed a bit, cursing the fact that Renji had so easily determined that he probably only knew about such things from reading hidden erotic literature, or his own limited experience. Yet the way that Byakuya rubbed himself against and between Renji’s legs felt well rehearsed. Byakuya said it had been a long time since he had ‘done anything like this’.

“When did ya learn… this…?” Renji whispered. He realized it was the first time Byakuya had ever tried something quite so different and so characteristic of what two men would try.

“I am not totally ignorant of the process between two men as I said before, Renji. Do give me SOME credit,” Byakuya whispered, squeezing hard. Renji let his moan escape more freely, grinding his hips down.

“Wh… who…”

“I prefer to leave that to your imagination, Renji. There are some things that are better done so.”

“I’m asking cause you’re damn good at this,” Renji stammered.

“Mmm,” Byakuya answered pride apparent in his voice.

His vice captain watched Byakuya’s hands removing the object he had hidden there earlier today. Nodding Renji heard the seal being broken on the tube and the rustling of cloth as well as the retreat of Byakuya’s personage. For a few tense moments, he lifted himself up off Byakuya’s lap, guessing what was to happen next.
Hands settled on his hips, pulling him back. Renji inhaled deeply at the inevitable penetration of his captain’s tip. It burned and tickled simultaneously, stopping only a quarter of the way inside before pulling out again. “You… can go all the way, remember?” Renji whispered.

“Are you giving ME orders?” Byakuya mumbled, removing himself.

“Forget… I said anything,” Renji grumbled, then sighed as the hardness returned. This time he felt the full length impaling him and Byakuya’s clothed thighs directly against his bare bottom. All he could do was pant hard and groan at the sensation of sitting and straddling his captain’s lap while having this marvelous body part imbedded in him fully.

Byakuya’s breath hitched, heavily fanning the back of Renji’s neck. He remained still, simply rubbing Renji’s chest and nipping at his neck. Sighing Renji moved a bit, only to have Byakuya pull him back down. A soft hum and groan of delight escaped his captain’s throat accompanied by a heavy rise and fall of Byakuya’s chest against his back.

“C… captain aren’t you gonna…”

“I am playing as you so called it. This pace suits me fine,” Byakuya rumbled, continuing to remain as still as possible while Renji’s restraint eroded away with frustration. He did not even touch Renji as he had before, only the skin at his abdomen and over his pectoral muscles with brief sweeps of his fingers.
Renji continued to pant at the overstuffed feeling of his captain inside him. Byakuya’s tongue traced his ear while his hands finally moved to where Renji wanted them. They untied the front of his hakama and curled around his own erection, squeezing and stroking. As he had before the noble did not move an inch while stimulating Renji with more sure strokes. Renji let out a series of moans and pants in response, the rest of him continually frustrated and turned on with his captain’s lack of movement inside.

“S… sir I’m trying to hold back but I…”

“Silence,” Byakuya half growled. Renji tensed and shivered his arms weak against the table.

How the hell could Byakuya be so content to stay like a damn statue yet squeeze and stroke him to near completion? He almost whimpered in relief when Byakuya whispered, “Now…”

The resulting liquid slid down and over him while the hands both cupped and stroked him. Hissing Renji gulped in huge draughts of air and bent over the table as Byakuya refused to budge. Although weak Renji wriggled his hips and tried to shift forwards only to have Byakuya’s hands grab him and drag him back so he was fully sheathed inside. His legs were splayed out and knees bent and positioned so he more completely straddled Byakuya’s bent legs and his full weight was pulled backwards.

“Ahh… damn… that’s so good but…”

“But what?” Byakuya answered. Painstakingly Byakuya moved a slightly moistened cloth over his length and belly, bringing him out of his post coital trance.

“How can you just kneel there and not wanna move?” Renji whispered, realizing he did enjoy this feeling of fullness and stillness because he felt himself growing hard again.

“Because I do not wish to leave,” Byakuya answered simply, kissing Renji’s neck.

Hot blood flushed Renji’s face, and he tingled from head to toe. “Oh… well I guess... er…”

“I am quite content to remain here for a considerable time,” Byakuya informed him. Renji moaned in anticipation. If there was one thing that his captain was good at it was sitting motionless.

Renji groaned again, tossing his head back as he rested it on Byakuya’s shoulder. One of the hands still clutched Renji’s waist while the other angled his chin so their lips touched. His captain’s questing tongue brushed his and Renji sighed with extreme pleasure. Automatically his inner muscles flexed, drawing a low moan from Byakuya’s lips over his.

“Mmm,” Renji hummed, only shifting the slightest bit as he started to enjoy that still fullness. The very thought of sitting on his captain’s lap for such a long period was incredibly arousing. So when Byakuya’s hands again moved along he braced his hands on the table hoping he wouldn’t demolish it as he writhed on Byakuya’s rigid length.

Again, white-hot pleasure shot through him, almost blinding in its radiance. Renji cried out once more, his whole body jerking as if stimulated by electricity. A soft gasp came from behind him and he felt a rushing spurt as his Captain finally released himself. Renji shivered from head to toe, falling back against Byakuya who trembled a bit.

However, when Renji shifted a bit to pull away, Byakuya again tugged him so they were still joined. Surprised Renji glanced back at him wearily to see Byakuya’s steel blue eyes filled with content. His breathing was even and he twitched inside, shivering Renji a third time. Moving only the slightest bit Byakuya again rearranged Renji so his legs spread as far as they could comfortably while still straddling, and the weary vice captain was braced against his back.

“Again,” Byakuya murmured, caressing Renji’s chest. His mouth seized Renji’s in another deep drawn out kiss that flabbergasted the vice captain.

“Hell, that was… that was…” Renji stammered.

“Quite satisfactory,” Byakuya answered voice rough and heavy. “Do not move.”

“How can you still...” Renji mumbled as he felt renewed hardness defiantly coming to life inside. While his body screamed for more, his common sense began to ponder just how he was going to withstand another round.

“Till I wish to leave, Abarai,” Byakuya answered him. “I am still not ready to withdraw. In fact I find this most comfortable.”

“With me… almost crushing ya… how…”

“Your weight is hardly a consequence to one such as me. Foolish question indeed,” Byakuya grumbled with a tone in his voice that showed aggravation.

“It’s just ah… ah damn so…” Renji blurted out, shivering against him once more. Reflexively he bucked up but Byakuya’s hand wrenched him down so they were flush with one another.

“What exactly are you trying to describe?” Byakuya asked voice still low and unrelenting.

“I… damn you’re so deep inside it’s like I can’t… it’s just…”

“Just what?”

“The thought of me sittin’ here with ya under me and inside me is… it’s almost too mind blowing.”

“Is it?” Byakuya asked, his hands again working Renji’s shaft.

“Shit… you’re actually gonna…”

“Are you not enjoying this? I am,” Byakuya chuckled lightly.

“Seein’ who can outlast the other?” Renji realized.

“Indeed,” Byakuya said, stroking and kneading in a way that showed he really knew what he was doing. Renji could not help whimpering now because it was so damn good.

“S… sir… it’s… I don’t know how much more I can take,” Renji admitted, tears swarming over his vision because he was so consumed with sexual energy.

“As long as I wish,” Byakuya answered, repositioning Renji again because he had slipped. The smallest bit of movement almost caused Renji to come immediately.

“But sir how can you…”

“Do you wish me to withdraw?” Byakuya threatened lightly.

“No… s... stay…” Renji yelped, aghast at the thought of that marvelous sensation leaving him empty.

“Then I will continue this till I am satisfied,” Byakuya informed him, caressing Renji’s chest in a delicious manner. Reclining against his captain’s chest Renji succumbed to the next assault of pleasure that would leave him breathless and insensate.

“If I die from this it’s the best way I could think of to go,” Renji murmured.

“What was that, Abarai?” his captain asked, nibbling at Renji’s sensitive ear.

“Nothin, just carry on Captain. No place I’d rather be,” Renji chuckled, before lapsing into another series of cries.

Immersing his nose in his vice captain's soft hair Byakuya wrapped his arms around Renji and held him tightly in place. Reiatsu crackled through the vice captain, bolstering his strength. Byakuya conveniently forgot to tell Renji just how long it would take to satisfy him. Judging from the clenching upon him and the pressure of Renji’s hands squeezing his wrists and holding his arms in place time seemed to have lost any meaning. The soft lingering kisses Renji managed to bestow on him told him all he needed to know.