Emotional Entanglements
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Bleach › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Bleach › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
3,132
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Emotional Entanglements
AN: This was originally a drabble but I wanted to expand the story a bit.
Desire
I kneel in a submissive posture in front of his desk. My head is bowed and I wait for him to acknowledge my presence.
I can’t help sneaking glances at his frowning face as he goes through the stack of paperwork. I stare entranced at the elegant curve of his neck. The paleness of his flawless skin makes me ache and long to touch. His hair is uncharacteristically free from the confines of its usual ornaments and I want to nuzzle that fall of ebon silk.
I dream of exploring the expanse of his leanly muscled chest and to trace the sharpness of his collarbone with my tongue. I yearn for him to break free of that calm façade and writhe in passion under my thrusting body. My skin feels flushed and hot as I imagine what him yielding to my embrace would be like.
This is torture and I’m not sure how much longer I can endure his silence. His seemingly uncaring indifference. Despair creeps in as the moments crawl slowly past. Almost pushed past my endurance I hear his chair scrape against the wooden floor as he rises to his feet. His robes swirl perfectly around his lithe frame as if daring to wrinkle would be unforgivable.
I hold my breath as he steps lightly towards me.
“Renji.” His soft voice washes over me making me tremble with desire.
I am compelled to look up and am ensnared in his depthless midnight sapphire eyes. They seem to penetrate my very soul. He slowly extends his hand.
My eyes widen in understanding and I reach up to grasp his cool fingers. His hand tightens around mine and I am pulled to my feet.
“Kuchiki-taichou I’m sorry I…” I fumble to apologize for my discretions during Ichigo’s nearly disastrous sojourn into soul society.
It is the first time he has spoken to me since I almost blurted out my feelings in his hospital room. I feel the need to suddenly grovel at his regal feet. To beg forgiveness for challenging his authority.
His fingers against my lips halt my babbled attempt for atonement.
“Shhh…come with me.” That deep commanding voice makes me shudder. The indifference is gone from his eyes and has been replaced by raw hunger.
My breath comes in harsh pants as I struggle with this new understanding. He tugs on our joined hands and I follow.
All intentions of dominating this person flee from my thoughts. I yearn to belong solely to him. I will pay for past discretions with my willing body and complete surrender.
Desire
I kneel in a submissive posture in front of his desk. My head is bowed and I wait for him to acknowledge my presence.
I can’t help sneaking glances at his frowning face as he goes through the stack of paperwork. I stare entranced at the elegant curve of his neck. The paleness of his flawless skin makes me ache and long to touch. His hair is uncharacteristically free from the confines of its usual ornaments and I want to nuzzle that fall of ebon silk.
I dream of exploring the expanse of his leanly muscled chest and to trace the sharpness of his collarbone with my tongue. I yearn for him to break free of that calm façade and writhe in passion under my thrusting body. My skin feels flushed and hot as I imagine what him yielding to my embrace would be like.
This is torture and I’m not sure how much longer I can endure his silence. His seemingly uncaring indifference. Despair creeps in as the moments crawl slowly past. Almost pushed past my endurance I hear his chair scrape against the wooden floor as he rises to his feet. His robes swirl perfectly around his lithe frame as if daring to wrinkle would be unforgivable.
I hold my breath as he steps lightly towards me.
“Renji.” His soft voice washes over me making me tremble with desire.
I am compelled to look up and am ensnared in his depthless midnight sapphire eyes. They seem to penetrate my very soul. He slowly extends his hand.
My eyes widen in understanding and I reach up to grasp his cool fingers. His hand tightens around mine and I am pulled to my feet.
“Kuchiki-taichou I’m sorry I…” I fumble to apologize for my discretions during Ichigo’s nearly disastrous sojourn into soul society.
It is the first time he has spoken to me since I almost blurted out my feelings in his hospital room. I feel the need to suddenly grovel at his regal feet. To beg forgiveness for challenging his authority.
His fingers against my lips halt my babbled attempt for atonement.
“Shhh…come with me.” That deep commanding voice makes me shudder. The indifference is gone from his eyes and has been replaced by raw hunger.
My breath comes in harsh pants as I struggle with this new understanding. He tugs on our joined hands and I follow.
All intentions of dominating this person flee from my thoughts. I yearn to belong solely to him. I will pay for past discretions with my willing body and complete surrender.