Secret Garden
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Bleach › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
3
Views:
3,414
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Summer Breeze
All the following stories are completed one-shots that play at the same setting which is the "secret garden", a small house hidden in a huge garden which serves our beloved 6th division captain as a place to retreat to (preferable together with his mostloved fukutaichou ^^).
The rating will vary from story to story, sometimes there won't be anything "adult" and they might have a rather poetic tone to them, e.g. summer breeze, in other's it gets rather steamy, e.g. desperate passion. :)
i hope you enjoy and i would love to hear what you think, also, if there's mistakes in writing, grammar and so on please tell me for english is not my mouther language!
thank you!
Enjoy!!
Summer Breeze
The tiny house lay still in the hidden garden, its wood soft and warm to the touch on these summer days. The leaves of the trees that hid it rustled softly, whispering to themselves and to the swiftly flowing water under a gently bend bridge. A dark haired man stood motionless on its arch, listening and watching the waves. Sporadic sunrays danced on everything when a mild breeze shifted the scene.
The day approached its middle. The world stood still in its hold and dozed under its pleasant blanket of laziness.
Byakuya didn't move when he heard the hushed yawn of the just awakened Renji in the house to his left, just closed his eyes to imagine the other, the corners of his mouth raising slightly, not yet a smile, but the dreamy image of one.
Soon there were steps on the wooden planks. They seemed loud, even though Renji walked on bare feet and took care not to step too heavily. But still they appeared to startle the moment and finally made time move on again.
There were no words. Renji had learned long since that there didn't need to be any, and that Byakuya liked silence on days like this. But he smiled as he stepped close behind the smaller form. The dark mane had been pulled up into a messy knot on the back of the other's head, strands sticking out on all ends, tied there with the white band that Renji normally used. Very much not Byakuya-like. And very much appealing.
Where the ebony hair ended, a slender, white neck of almost female beauty bend softly towards relaxed shoulders, Byakuya's head still tilted downwards, gaze fixed on the stream. The light, silver-grey, thin robe he was wearing was only tied loosely. Enough so to expose the first more prominent vertebra and some of the skin beyond.
Renji sighed quietly. He bend his head towards the dark hair, softly inhaling the clean scent that was Byakuya's, accented with the smell of sun, of fresh water, of grass and summer wind.
Silver-grey, white and black lines on a broad canvas, like a proud heron at the shore of a mirror lake in a perfect painting, the noble stood before Renji, and suddenly the redhead wasn't so sure any more, if he had woken up already.
He raised his hand and softly moved it over a few of the dark strands, then fingered the band, but very carefully not to loosen it.
Byakuya smiled. He didn't need to turn and see to know that Renji did the same. He felt strange, different and not like himself. The way he had done his hair was definite proof of that. Actually, he felt better than himself, and was puzzled as to how that could be. But the day was too bright and the warmth too comforting to think about much more than how nice it was to be like this. And to have Renji's hand on his hair.
As those calloused fingers travelled lower and only faintly traced, tickling, over the last soft strands of black, Byakuya shivered for a moment, but settled again soon, waiting. The touch on his skin was warm, as Renji caressed his neck gently and finally met the collar of his robe, pausing there only for a moment before pulling it down just a little lower.
Byakuya's smile deepened and his eyes closed as a kiss lingered on that one prominent vertebra.
He raised his head and rolled his shoulders to shrug the robe off his upper body, enjoying the summer breeze on his bare chest and his lovers devotion on his back and shoulders. The valley of his spine was traced down to his lower back and upwards again, the hands moving to his sides now and then, just feeling his skin, as if they were memorizing every muscle under it. The lips lingered on his neck though, so in love with that bend that they couldn't travel far from it, just to a shoulder once in a while, or to the soft patch of skin behind the ear.
Byakuya didn't know how many seconds or hours they stood like that, he just remembered the warmth. And as Renji sank to his knees and rested his face against Byakuya's lower back, the strong tattooed arms wrapped around the other's body, the calloused hands resting firmly on his captains abdomen, the noble finally opened his eyes again, and raised his head towards the sky.
He had come to the mirror lake. He had shaken off the heat from his feathers and felt the water pearl from his neck. He had breathed deeply and finally found himself in the reflection on the surface of the ever-moving stream.
He didn't need to see himself,
for he felt Renji behind him.
The rating will vary from story to story, sometimes there won't be anything "adult" and they might have a rather poetic tone to them, e.g. summer breeze, in other's it gets rather steamy, e.g. desperate passion. :)
i hope you enjoy and i would love to hear what you think, also, if there's mistakes in writing, grammar and so on please tell me for english is not my mouther language!
thank you!
Enjoy!!
Summer Breeze
The tiny house lay still in the hidden garden, its wood soft and warm to the touch on these summer days. The leaves of the trees that hid it rustled softly, whispering to themselves and to the swiftly flowing water under a gently bend bridge. A dark haired man stood motionless on its arch, listening and watching the waves. Sporadic sunrays danced on everything when a mild breeze shifted the scene.
The day approached its middle. The world stood still in its hold and dozed under its pleasant blanket of laziness.
Byakuya didn't move when he heard the hushed yawn of the just awakened Renji in the house to his left, just closed his eyes to imagine the other, the corners of his mouth raising slightly, not yet a smile, but the dreamy image of one.
Soon there were steps on the wooden planks. They seemed loud, even though Renji walked on bare feet and took care not to step too heavily. But still they appeared to startle the moment and finally made time move on again.
There were no words. Renji had learned long since that there didn't need to be any, and that Byakuya liked silence on days like this. But he smiled as he stepped close behind the smaller form. The dark mane had been pulled up into a messy knot on the back of the other's head, strands sticking out on all ends, tied there with the white band that Renji normally used. Very much not Byakuya-like. And very much appealing.
Where the ebony hair ended, a slender, white neck of almost female beauty bend softly towards relaxed shoulders, Byakuya's head still tilted downwards, gaze fixed on the stream. The light, silver-grey, thin robe he was wearing was only tied loosely. Enough so to expose the first more prominent vertebra and some of the skin beyond.
Renji sighed quietly. He bend his head towards the dark hair, softly inhaling the clean scent that was Byakuya's, accented with the smell of sun, of fresh water, of grass and summer wind.
Silver-grey, white and black lines on a broad canvas, like a proud heron at the shore of a mirror lake in a perfect painting, the noble stood before Renji, and suddenly the redhead wasn't so sure any more, if he had woken up already.
He raised his hand and softly moved it over a few of the dark strands, then fingered the band, but very carefully not to loosen it.
Byakuya smiled. He didn't need to turn and see to know that Renji did the same. He felt strange, different and not like himself. The way he had done his hair was definite proof of that. Actually, he felt better than himself, and was puzzled as to how that could be. But the day was too bright and the warmth too comforting to think about much more than how nice it was to be like this. And to have Renji's hand on his hair.
As those calloused fingers travelled lower and only faintly traced, tickling, over the last soft strands of black, Byakuya shivered for a moment, but settled again soon, waiting. The touch on his skin was warm, as Renji caressed his neck gently and finally met the collar of his robe, pausing there only for a moment before pulling it down just a little lower.
Byakuya's smile deepened and his eyes closed as a kiss lingered on that one prominent vertebra.
He raised his head and rolled his shoulders to shrug the robe off his upper body, enjoying the summer breeze on his bare chest and his lovers devotion on his back and shoulders. The valley of his spine was traced down to his lower back and upwards again, the hands moving to his sides now and then, just feeling his skin, as if they were memorizing every muscle under it. The lips lingered on his neck though, so in love with that bend that they couldn't travel far from it, just to a shoulder once in a while, or to the soft patch of skin behind the ear.
Byakuya didn't know how many seconds or hours they stood like that, he just remembered the warmth. And as Renji sank to his knees and rested his face against Byakuya's lower back, the strong tattooed arms wrapped around the other's body, the calloused hands resting firmly on his captains abdomen, the noble finally opened his eyes again, and raised his head towards the sky.
He had come to the mirror lake. He had shaken off the heat from his feathers and felt the water pearl from his neck. He had breathed deeply and finally found himself in the reflection on the surface of the ever-moving stream.
He didn't need to see himself,
for he felt Renji behind him.