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Impossible
Title: Impossible
Author: Irana
Rating: R-ish
Pairings: Kenpachi = Byakuya
Warnings: oral, light bondage
Summary: The two most unlikely people make the best of lovers.
Disclaimer: Bleach is property of Tite Kubo and Viz Entertainment. No money is being made here not is any copyright infringement intended. Really, I'm just playing with the characters, getting them a little dirty.
Author's Notes: Written as a birthday gift for SillyButton on yGallery. I managed some sex with them… aren't you excited? I'm nervous about this as I've never written either of them before and I really do hope you like it.
Beta: Me… you catch anything I missed, lemme know yeah?
*~*~*
No one looking at the two very different men seated across from each other at the low table in Kuchiki Byakuya's rooms would ever believe they were lovers. Yet it was true. Sixth Division Captain Kuchiki Byakuya and Eleventh Division Captain Zaraki Kenpachi were – in fact – lovers, and had been for some time. The two were a study in contrast; they should never have worked well together.
Byakuya was the twenty-eighth head of one of the four noble families in Soul Society, aristocratic in every cell of his body. His bearing was regal; he was impossibly calm even in battle. He was always well put together, not so much a hair out of place. He was icy, aloof, and dedicated to order, peace and duty to such an extent he'd been willing to sacrifice his own sister.
Kenpachi, on the other hand, was his direct opposite. His hair stood on end in odd directions; he rarely took his duties seriously and was viewed as a wild man by many who knew him. He was aggressive where Byakuya was impassive, his uniform was anything but neat and he ate, slept and breathed battle. He towered over most of the shinigami and was one of the most violent of the captains.
And yet, this was the man Kuchiki Byakuya chose as his lover.
Perhaps it was because Byakuya saw all the things they had in common, not just the things they viewed differently. While both a marked lack of concern for those who surrounded them, there were select people they cared deeply about and would do anything to protect. While they each expressed disdain for many, there were still those they greatly respected – including people like Kurosaki Ichigo – that others would never believe they held respect for.
They were both men who held to their own convictions and beliefs despite what others thought of them. Although one wouldn't know it to look at him, Byakuya had once displayed the same fiery temperament seen in his lieutenant, Abarai Renji, Kurosaki and Kenpachi. It was that – more than anything else – which allowed him the patience necessary to deal with all of them. Kuchiki and Zaraki were both extremely powerful, and both – in their own ways – sparing with its use.
The thing that Byakuya appreciated most about Kenpachi was his passion. The man was passionate about everything. And when one became the focus of that passion… there were no words that could appropriately describe what that felt like.
*~*~*
Kenpachi eyed his raven haired lover with curiosity. This was new, using kido as part of their lovemaking. But Byakuya had just had one of the longest weeks possible, and he needed the freedom of not being in control. It still amazed Kenpachi that the noble trusted him as much as he did and Kenpachi was determined to do this right, even if he'd never actually played this way before.
Kido wasn't his thing and everyone knew it, but Kenpachi had practiced two – Restrain and Crawling Rope – until he could do them perfectly. The only person who even knew he'd finally managed to learn any kido at all was the man currently bound by it, naked and panting on the bed in front of him.
Byakuya was on his knees facing Kenpachi, legs spread and ankles bound with reaitsu while his arms were held behind his back with Restrain. His skin was flushed with arousal from the painfully slow foreplay Kenpachi had subjected him to – something the larger man had learned from Byakuya himself – and his cock was nearly purple with need.
Kenpachi moved toward the bed and settled himself of his side, head level with Byakuya's groin, and blew a stream of cool air over the tip. Byakuya shuddered in response and Kenpachi smiled before he leaned forward and engulfed the head in the slick warmth of his mouth, sucking slowly, teasing his lover with the gentle suction.
Kenpachi had brought Byakuya to orgasm once already and intended to do it again before he took his own pleasure, another thing he'd learned over the course of his relationship with the man he was currently pleasuring. He gradually increased the pressure until Byakuya was visibly shaking, then swallowed him whole and hummed, lifting the hand he wasn't using to support himself to press against Byakuya's perineum and taking every bit of his lover's release down his throat.
Kenpachi was gentle as he pulled off the sensitive flesh and released the restraints holding Byakuya to the bed, rubbing his arms and wrists and ankles to get the circulation flowing properly once more and then positioning Byakuya on his side and curling his larger body around him.
His own prick ached for release as it pressed into the crease of Byakuya's cheeks, but for Kuchicki, he could wait. Anybody could fuck but only the Kuchiki heir had ever bothered to show Kenpachi the difference between fucking and making love, and he'd rather have that once his lover recovered than the quick release he'd find if he took his pleasure now. Having a satisfied Kuchicki totally focused on pleasing him was worth the denial of his own need, no matter how long it took the other man to recover.
Author: Irana
Rating: R-ish
Pairings: Kenpachi = Byakuya
Warnings: oral, light bondage
Summary: The two most unlikely people make the best of lovers.
Disclaimer: Bleach is property of Tite Kubo and Viz Entertainment. No money is being made here not is any copyright infringement intended. Really, I'm just playing with the characters, getting them a little dirty.
Author's Notes: Written as a birthday gift for SillyButton on yGallery. I managed some sex with them… aren't you excited? I'm nervous about this as I've never written either of them before and I really do hope you like it.
Beta: Me… you catch anything I missed, lemme know yeah?
*~*~*
No one looking at the two very different men seated across from each other at the low table in Kuchiki Byakuya's rooms would ever believe they were lovers. Yet it was true. Sixth Division Captain Kuchiki Byakuya and Eleventh Division Captain Zaraki Kenpachi were – in fact – lovers, and had been for some time. The two were a study in contrast; they should never have worked well together.
Byakuya was the twenty-eighth head of one of the four noble families in Soul Society, aristocratic in every cell of his body. His bearing was regal; he was impossibly calm even in battle. He was always well put together, not so much a hair out of place. He was icy, aloof, and dedicated to order, peace and duty to such an extent he'd been willing to sacrifice his own sister.
Kenpachi, on the other hand, was his direct opposite. His hair stood on end in odd directions; he rarely took his duties seriously and was viewed as a wild man by many who knew him. He was aggressive where Byakuya was impassive, his uniform was anything but neat and he ate, slept and breathed battle. He towered over most of the shinigami and was one of the most violent of the captains.
And yet, this was the man Kuchiki Byakuya chose as his lover.
Perhaps it was because Byakuya saw all the things they had in common, not just the things they viewed differently. While both a marked lack of concern for those who surrounded them, there were select people they cared deeply about and would do anything to protect. While they each expressed disdain for many, there were still those they greatly respected – including people like Kurosaki Ichigo – that others would never believe they held respect for.
They were both men who held to their own convictions and beliefs despite what others thought of them. Although one wouldn't know it to look at him, Byakuya had once displayed the same fiery temperament seen in his lieutenant, Abarai Renji, Kurosaki and Kenpachi. It was that – more than anything else – which allowed him the patience necessary to deal with all of them. Kuchiki and Zaraki were both extremely powerful, and both – in their own ways – sparing with its use.
The thing that Byakuya appreciated most about Kenpachi was his passion. The man was passionate about everything. And when one became the focus of that passion… there were no words that could appropriately describe what that felt like.
*~*~*
Kenpachi eyed his raven haired lover with curiosity. This was new, using kido as part of their lovemaking. But Byakuya had just had one of the longest weeks possible, and he needed the freedom of not being in control. It still amazed Kenpachi that the noble trusted him as much as he did and Kenpachi was determined to do this right, even if he'd never actually played this way before.
Kido wasn't his thing and everyone knew it, but Kenpachi had practiced two – Restrain and Crawling Rope – until he could do them perfectly. The only person who even knew he'd finally managed to learn any kido at all was the man currently bound by it, naked and panting on the bed in front of him.
Byakuya was on his knees facing Kenpachi, legs spread and ankles bound with reaitsu while his arms were held behind his back with Restrain. His skin was flushed with arousal from the painfully slow foreplay Kenpachi had subjected him to – something the larger man had learned from Byakuya himself – and his cock was nearly purple with need.
Kenpachi moved toward the bed and settled himself of his side, head level with Byakuya's groin, and blew a stream of cool air over the tip. Byakuya shuddered in response and Kenpachi smiled before he leaned forward and engulfed the head in the slick warmth of his mouth, sucking slowly, teasing his lover with the gentle suction.
Kenpachi had brought Byakuya to orgasm once already and intended to do it again before he took his own pleasure, another thing he'd learned over the course of his relationship with the man he was currently pleasuring. He gradually increased the pressure until Byakuya was visibly shaking, then swallowed him whole and hummed, lifting the hand he wasn't using to support himself to press against Byakuya's perineum and taking every bit of his lover's release down his throat.
Kenpachi was gentle as he pulled off the sensitive flesh and released the restraints holding Byakuya to the bed, rubbing his arms and wrists and ankles to get the circulation flowing properly once more and then positioning Byakuya on his side and curling his larger body around him.
His own prick ached for release as it pressed into the crease of Byakuya's cheeks, but for Kuchicki, he could wait. Anybody could fuck but only the Kuchiki heir had ever bothered to show Kenpachi the difference between fucking and making love, and he'd rather have that once his lover recovered than the quick release he'd find if he took his pleasure now. Having a satisfied Kuchicki totally focused on pleasing him was worth the denial of his own need, no matter how long it took the other man to recover.