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Bleach › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult ++
Chapters:
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4
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Fallen from the sky, burnt by the fire
Author’s Note: The alternative ending to my ByakuRen story entitled “The wisdom of a stray dog”, published here at aff.net. The bitter end. NOT a happy, lovey-dovey one. And please remember that I’m using British spelling, vocabulary, grammar and idioms. Explanatory notes at the end of the story.
Main Characters/Pairings: Byakuya, Renji/ RENJI x Byakuya
Summary: Renji has changed, but not for better. Read the chapter and you shall find out.
Rating: decisively NC-17
Genre: Dramatics/Anxiety/Sarcasm
Warning(s): lots of, actually, as I’ve been in a BAD, BAD mood while writing it.
Disclaimer: BLEACH does not belong to me. At all.
Background music: “You Know What I Mean” & “All of My Life” Phil Collins
FALLEN FROM THE SKY, BURNT BY THE FIRE
In a dim lighted, mahogany-furnished battle cruiser a barman was drying glasses and beer mugs with a piece of white, linen cloth. He rose his head at the sound of the door opening and a broad smile spread across his coarse features, making his eyes sparkle a little.
“Long time no see, Abarai, you bloody bastard! You seem a busy geezer lately” he said, pouring a pint and putting it on the counter in front of the magenta-haired man, who had just come in.
The incomer made himself comfortable on the high stool and sipped his ale with visible delight.
“Aye, wuz runnin’ aroond like a blue-arsed fly, ye ken” he replied, lighting a fag up and inhaling deeply. His voice was deep and hoarse, a shady, crooked smile on his manly face, the forehead covered with tattoos.
“Lots of clients?” asked the man from behind the counter.
“Oh, aye. But I can choose noo. Disnae have tae satisfy everyun, lad”
“So what brings you here? Business? Or need of relaxation? Hope you hadn’t become a drunk, Abarai”
“Do I look like un tae ye?” That was a rhetorical question: the red-haired man wore an extremely dear, perfectly tailored, three-piece suit made of dark grey woollen material, a light blue silk shirt, black Prada shoes and a wrist-watch on a bracelet incrusted with rubies.
“Actually, I’m gobsmacked! How on earth can you afford such a posh attire, mate? It must’ve cost a fortune...”
“Aye, it most cert’nly have. Raised me hourly wage, ye ken. Disnae have tae walk the pavements for dosh anymore. It’s a really guid screw! See ‘tis black Lamborghini Gallardo parked here?”
The barman looked out of the window and stared in bewilderment.
“Unbelievable! Is this yours?”
The magenta-haired man nodded and lit up another fag.
“You smoke too much, it’ll ruin your health” the barman shook his head disapprovingly.
“I’m easy” the reply came straightforward and simple. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale. The butt-end being crushed in the ashtray.
“So, how much is your new hourly wage?” Renji’s interlocutor decided to change the subject.
“Two grand” Abarai immediately replied.
“Well, I suppose not many men can afford you” there was a blatant sarcasm in barman’s voice – it did not seem to startle Abarai in any road.
“Oh, aye. But I’m the best, ye ken. Everyun who had a bunk-up with me dinnae complain, but praised me instead. I ken me onions, lad, and they were jammy bastards even if I’ve only bloody Jimmy Riddled on them” Renji hit the counter with his clenched fist.
“I should jolly good think so, judging from what Iwasake Tsunehiko told me” the barman smiled confidently.
Before Renji could reply, the door opened swiftly and someone came in. Both men turned in the aforementioned direction and saw a slender, pale, raven-haired man wearing a motorcycle leather jacket and trousers, heavy boots with shiny metal clips and tight black gloves. In his hand he carried a silver motorcycle helmet and on his back he had two katanas. But before the door closed, Renji saw a polished Triumph parked in front of the battle cruiser.
The incomer’s presence, however, made Renji anxious and uncomfortable. It was a matter of a few seconds before he managed to decipher the reason: the thing which awakened those disturbing feelings was something, seemingly, long-forgotten: a reiatsu. He looked the stranger straight in the eyes and saw two steel grey, glittering irises...
“Whut the bloody hell are ye doin’ here, Kuchiki Byakuya?!?” he said, getting up from his stool.
“I have come to give you your sword back, Renji” the brunet replied in a cold, baritone voice.
“I disnae wantae it! Disappear, Kuchiki Byakuya, or I’ll cut yer heid off using yer own beloved zanpaktou!” Renji’s eyes gleamed with fury.
“Just as I thought I've made it
You walk back into my life
Just like you never left
Just as I'd learned to be lonely”
“Mind your words, Renji. You might not know it, but it is me with whom you are having a meeting tonight”
“Oh waily waily, so ye came to buy some of me time, Kuchiki Byakuya? Luvvly jubbly, geezer” Renji’s smile was pure evil, though his voice had been calm. “Awright, let’s gae noo. The customer’s wish is me command” he added and almost literally dragged Byakuya out of the pub.
In a street, Renji told his former taichou to lead the way.
“I’ll follow ye” he said and started the Lamborghini’s engine.
Soon they’ve reached their destination. The small, but neat lift took Renji and Byakuya to the sixth floor. Byakuya opened the door of his apartment and let Renji in, putting his helmet on one of the chairs and switching the lights on.
The living room was spacious and luxuriously furnished, but Renji did not pay attention to such unimportant details. He turned to Byakuya and said
“Noo ye will get whut ye have paid for, taichou” and, clutching his palm on Byakuya’s arm, he threw the black-haired man on the carpet and ripped his clothes off.
“Renji, what are you doing?!?” the Kuchiki heir managed to utter before Renji’s other palm had been forcefully placed over his mouth.
“Hush yer gob, nancy boy” was the Abarai’s only reply.
He untied his silk, grey tie and used it to gag Byakuya. His strong hands bruised the nobleman’s neck and shoulders, nails scratched the porcelain skin... Encircling Byakuya’s waist with his arm, Renji forced the nobleman to his knees, head bent, hands supporting the upper part of Byakuya’s body.
“Ye nesh wimp...” Renji hissed through clenched teeth, mercilessly rising his reiatsu and making Byakuya suffer from the insurmountable pain. The red, vicious flame burnt the nobleman’s skin and hair and made it impossible for him to breathe: every inhale was a dreadful torture, an exhale – almost utterly impossible.
Renji stormed into Byakuya’s cleft without preparing the brunet for it.
“How does it feel, taichou, to be stripped of yer dignity and power? How does it feel to be robbed of everything ye have?” he asked, thrusting hardly and quickly until the delicate flesh started to bleed. Then he pulled out momentarily and came, spreading the hot sperm on Byakuya’s back.
With a towel he found in the bathroom, Renji cleaned himself up. Then he put his clothes back on and took his tie from Byakuya’s mouth.
“Renji, why...?” Byakuya whispered, his eyes filled with tears.
“Ye disnae get owt for nowt, ye ken” Renji replied, picking Byakuya’s wallet and taking all the money out of it. He hesitated for a while, but then he reached for his zanpaktou and broke its blade in two, throwing the pieces on the table.
And then he left, leaving the nobleman still lying naked on the floor.
“But ready or not, you'll take what you've got and leave
Leave me alone with my heart
I'm putting the pieces back together again
Just leave, oh leave me alone with my dreams
I can do without you, know what I mean...
I wish I could write a love song,
To show you the way I feel
Seems you don't like to listen
Oh but like it or not, take what you've got and leave
Leave me alone with my heart
It's broken in two and I'm not thinking too straight
Just leave, leave me alone with my dreams
You've taken everything else, you know what I mean”
“Renji, I am so sorry... I love you”
“All of my life, I've been saying sorry
For the things I know I should have done
All the things I could have said come back to me
Sometimes I wish that it had just begun
Seems I’m always that little too late
All of my life
In the empty pub, sitting on the high stool and drinking whiskey straight from the bottle, the red-haired owner of a black Lamborghini Gallardo broke down and cried.
"Set ‘em up, I'll take a drink with you
Pull up a chair, I think I'll stay
Set ‘em up, ‘cause I’m going nowhere
There’s too much I need to remember, too much I need to say”
EXPLANATORY NOTES
nesh wimp/nancy boy – you call someone such if you consider him pathetic
Hush yer gob – shut up
Gobsmacked – amazed
a really guid screw – really well-paid job
Jimmy Riddled – urinated
Battle cruiser - pub
Main Characters/Pairings: Byakuya, Renji/ RENJI x Byakuya
Summary: Renji has changed, but not for better. Read the chapter and you shall find out.
Rating: decisively NC-17
Genre: Dramatics/Anxiety/Sarcasm
Warning(s): lots of, actually, as I’ve been in a BAD, BAD mood while writing it.
Disclaimer: BLEACH does not belong to me. At all.
Background music: “You Know What I Mean” & “All of My Life” Phil Collins
FALLEN FROM THE SKY, BURNT BY THE FIRE
In a dim lighted, mahogany-furnished battle cruiser a barman was drying glasses and beer mugs with a piece of white, linen cloth. He rose his head at the sound of the door opening and a broad smile spread across his coarse features, making his eyes sparkle a little.
“Long time no see, Abarai, you bloody bastard! You seem a busy geezer lately” he said, pouring a pint and putting it on the counter in front of the magenta-haired man, who had just come in.
The incomer made himself comfortable on the high stool and sipped his ale with visible delight.
“Aye, wuz runnin’ aroond like a blue-arsed fly, ye ken” he replied, lighting a fag up and inhaling deeply. His voice was deep and hoarse, a shady, crooked smile on his manly face, the forehead covered with tattoos.
“Lots of clients?” asked the man from behind the counter.
“Oh, aye. But I can choose noo. Disnae have tae satisfy everyun, lad”
“So what brings you here? Business? Or need of relaxation? Hope you hadn’t become a drunk, Abarai”
“Do I look like un tae ye?” That was a rhetorical question: the red-haired man wore an extremely dear, perfectly tailored, three-piece suit made of dark grey woollen material, a light blue silk shirt, black Prada shoes and a wrist-watch on a bracelet incrusted with rubies.
“Actually, I’m gobsmacked! How on earth can you afford such a posh attire, mate? It must’ve cost a fortune...”
“Aye, it most cert’nly have. Raised me hourly wage, ye ken. Disnae have tae walk the pavements for dosh anymore. It’s a really guid screw! See ‘tis black Lamborghini Gallardo parked here?”
The barman looked out of the window and stared in bewilderment.
“Unbelievable! Is this yours?”
The magenta-haired man nodded and lit up another fag.
“You smoke too much, it’ll ruin your health” the barman shook his head disapprovingly.
“I’m easy” the reply came straightforward and simple. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale. The butt-end being crushed in the ashtray.
“So, how much is your new hourly wage?” Renji’s interlocutor decided to change the subject.
“Two grand” Abarai immediately replied.
“Well, I suppose not many men can afford you” there was a blatant sarcasm in barman’s voice – it did not seem to startle Abarai in any road.
“Oh, aye. But I’m the best, ye ken. Everyun who had a bunk-up with me dinnae complain, but praised me instead. I ken me onions, lad, and they were jammy bastards even if I’ve only bloody Jimmy Riddled on them” Renji hit the counter with his clenched fist.
“I should jolly good think so, judging from what Iwasake Tsunehiko told me” the barman smiled confidently.
Before Renji could reply, the door opened swiftly and someone came in. Both men turned in the aforementioned direction and saw a slender, pale, raven-haired man wearing a motorcycle leather jacket and trousers, heavy boots with shiny metal clips and tight black gloves. In his hand he carried a silver motorcycle helmet and on his back he had two katanas. But before the door closed, Renji saw a polished Triumph parked in front of the battle cruiser.
The incomer’s presence, however, made Renji anxious and uncomfortable. It was a matter of a few seconds before he managed to decipher the reason: the thing which awakened those disturbing feelings was something, seemingly, long-forgotten: a reiatsu. He looked the stranger straight in the eyes and saw two steel grey, glittering irises...
“Whut the bloody hell are ye doin’ here, Kuchiki Byakuya?!?” he said, getting up from his stool.
“I have come to give you your sword back, Renji” the brunet replied in a cold, baritone voice.
“I disnae wantae it! Disappear, Kuchiki Byakuya, or I’ll cut yer heid off using yer own beloved zanpaktou!” Renji’s eyes gleamed with fury.
“Just as I thought I've made it
You walk back into my life
Just like you never left
Just as I'd learned to be lonely”
“Mind your words, Renji. You might not know it, but it is me with whom you are having a meeting tonight”
“Oh waily waily, so ye came to buy some of me time, Kuchiki Byakuya? Luvvly jubbly, geezer” Renji’s smile was pure evil, though his voice had been calm. “Awright, let’s gae noo. The customer’s wish is me command” he added and almost literally dragged Byakuya out of the pub.
In a street, Renji told his former taichou to lead the way.
“I’ll follow ye” he said and started the Lamborghini’s engine.
Soon they’ve reached their destination. The small, but neat lift took Renji and Byakuya to the sixth floor. Byakuya opened the door of his apartment and let Renji in, putting his helmet on one of the chairs and switching the lights on.
The living room was spacious and luxuriously furnished, but Renji did not pay attention to such unimportant details. He turned to Byakuya and said
“Noo ye will get whut ye have paid for, taichou” and, clutching his palm on Byakuya’s arm, he threw the black-haired man on the carpet and ripped his clothes off.
“Renji, what are you doing?!?” the Kuchiki heir managed to utter before Renji’s other palm had been forcefully placed over his mouth.
“Hush yer gob, nancy boy” was the Abarai’s only reply.
He untied his silk, grey tie and used it to gag Byakuya. His strong hands bruised the nobleman’s neck and shoulders, nails scratched the porcelain skin... Encircling Byakuya’s waist with his arm, Renji forced the nobleman to his knees, head bent, hands supporting the upper part of Byakuya’s body.
“Ye nesh wimp...” Renji hissed through clenched teeth, mercilessly rising his reiatsu and making Byakuya suffer from the insurmountable pain. The red, vicious flame burnt the nobleman’s skin and hair and made it impossible for him to breathe: every inhale was a dreadful torture, an exhale – almost utterly impossible.
Renji stormed into Byakuya’s cleft without preparing the brunet for it.
“How does it feel, taichou, to be stripped of yer dignity and power? How does it feel to be robbed of everything ye have?” he asked, thrusting hardly and quickly until the delicate flesh started to bleed. Then he pulled out momentarily and came, spreading the hot sperm on Byakuya’s back.
With a towel he found in the bathroom, Renji cleaned himself up. Then he put his clothes back on and took his tie from Byakuya’s mouth.
“Renji, why...?” Byakuya whispered, his eyes filled with tears.
“Ye disnae get owt for nowt, ye ken” Renji replied, picking Byakuya’s wallet and taking all the money out of it. He hesitated for a while, but then he reached for his zanpaktou and broke its blade in two, throwing the pieces on the table.
And then he left, leaving the nobleman still lying naked on the floor.
“But ready or not, you'll take what you've got and leave
Leave me alone with my heart
I'm putting the pieces back together again
Just leave, oh leave me alone with my dreams
I can do without you, know what I mean...
I wish I could write a love song,
To show you the way I feel
Seems you don't like to listen
Oh but like it or not, take what you've got and leave
Leave me alone with my heart
It's broken in two and I'm not thinking too straight
Just leave, leave me alone with my dreams
You've taken everything else, you know what I mean”
“Renji, I am so sorry... I love you”
“All of my life, I've been saying sorry
For the things I know I should have done
All the things I could have said come back to me
Sometimes I wish that it had just begun
Seems I’m always that little too late
All of my life
In the empty pub, sitting on the high stool and drinking whiskey straight from the bottle, the red-haired owner of a black Lamborghini Gallardo broke down and cried.
"Set ‘em up, I'll take a drink with you
Pull up a chair, I think I'll stay
Set ‘em up, ‘cause I’m going nowhere
There’s too much I need to remember, too much I need to say”
EXPLANATORY NOTES
nesh wimp/nancy boy – you call someone such if you consider him pathetic
Hush yer gob – shut up
Gobsmacked – amazed
a really guid screw – really well-paid job
Jimmy Riddled – urinated
Battle cruiser - pub