To Repay A Debt Owed

Title: To Repay A Debt Owed
Author: Ansela Jonla
Fandom: Bleach
Rating: 15
Warnings: dub-con, strong hints of past prostitution and abuse, bondage, language
Summary: Renji always pleasures Byakuya without demanding anything in return. Now it's time for Byakuya to repay him, if Renji will let him.
Word count: 1808
Notes: I don't know how this turned out this way. I'm sorry, prompter, if this is not what you envisioned. Also late prompt is late. Sorry again. My head's not been in my writing place these past few weeks. Written for the springkink prompt: Renji/Byakuya: Byakuya giving blow job (using his scarf in minor bondage...) - "Will this suffice?" (March 17th). Betaed by the wonderful tea_fiend and Plat.

"You wished to speak with me, taichou?" Renji asked, sliding the door shut behind him as he entered the office. "If it's about me not turning up yesterday, I have a good reason..."

"I do not care about that. You are due several sick days. As far as I am concerned you used one yesterday." Byakuya didn't even look up from his paperwork. "Lock the door and sit, Abarai."

"Yes, taichou." Renji did as he was told, perching nervously on the edge of the sofa. He sat in silence as Byakuya finished off the last of the paperwork, wondering what he'd done to deserve being called into the office this time. 'Why does it feel like I'm back in the Academy and being called to the principal's office again, only a thousand times worse?'

"You should have told me the injury was serious enough to warrant you taking a day off, Abarai," Byakuya said eventually, setting aside his brush. "I would not have denied you that."

"I know, taichou. I wasn't in any condition to send you a message though, even if I'd had a Hell Butterfly to use." Renji bowed his head, not wanting to see Byakuya's disappointment at such a weak excuse.

Byakuya knelt in front of Renji - 'When the hell did he move? I didn't even notice him stand.' - and pushed the Lieutenant's chin up so he could meet his eyes. "I had thought it would be something like that. You were injured protecting me, Abarai. You saved my life, almost at the expense of your own. Allow me to reward you."

"Taichou?" Renji squinted, trying to make sense of his Captain's words. 'I didn't protect you for that reason. You're the one person I look up to, the person whose heights I one day hope to reach. How could I live with myself if I let you, of all people, die if I can prevent it?' "You don't need to-"

"I want to, Abarai." Byakuya's free hand moved to Renji's thigh. '"Reward", my ass. He wants my body. Doesn't he know by now that he just needs to say the word and I'll do whatever he wants of me?' "You did not have to protect me when that Hollow knocked me off my feet, yet you did. Please, Abarai."

Renji nodded. He wouldn't, couldn't deny Byakuya this. Renji knew that his place was so far below Byakuya he wasn't fit to even lick the soles of the nobleman's feet, yet Byakuya deigned to share his body with Renji. When he was frustrated it was Renji he sometimes turned to for relief, instead of going to the high-class, well-trained courtesans that catered to the noble houses. Renji felt himself lucky that Byakuya even noticed his existence in such a manner.

"How do you want me, taichou?" 'On my knees or on my back? That's how you like me. Sucking you off or letting you fuck me. I don't mind which. You know I'll always let you do either one. You're better than some of the others who've used my body in the past. You at least ask before taking what you want from me, though you should know by now I owe you too much to ever deny you what you want.'

"Where you are is good enough," Byakuya said. His hand slipped from Renji's chin and fell to the exquisite scarf wrapped around his neck. "Will you permit me to bind your hands with this scarf of mine, Abarai?"

Renji froze, his eyes wide and muscles tense, ready to run. 'Taichou, do you realise what you want from me? You're asking me to trust you to do something that's only ever been forced on me before. I've never willingly been bound, yet you want me to take that step. I can't, yet... this is you. If I can't trust you, then who can I trust?'

Slowly Renji forced himself to relax, slowing his breathing with the same techniques he used while meditating with Zabimaru. "I trust you, taichou. Do whatever you want to me."

"I will not abuse your trust, Abarai." Byakuya gently looped the scarf around Renji's forearms, tying them so they laid against each other behind Renji's back, each palm touching the opposite elbow. "Will this suffice?"

'Why do you even ask? I trust you with everything I am. If you do not wish to free me once you've taken your pleasure, then you won't and I'll accept that.' "It's good, taichou. I'm fine."

"Good." Byakuya knelt in front of Renji again. "It occurred to me last night that you are always the one pleasuring me, and that I never reciprocate. That you never even indicate that you expect me to." 'Of course I never. You're Kuchiki-taichou. You'd never dirty your mouth or your hands with one such as myself.' Byakuya's hands slipped to the ties of Renji's hakama. "Did you think I wouldn't return the favour if you asked?"

"I... I never thought about it, taichou. It was never necessary for you to do the same to me as I did to you, honestly." 'Of course I thought about it, but it's just a dream. Your mouth swallowing my cock to the hilt, your ass stretched around my dick... those are just fantasies that will never be fulfilled. I know my place, taichou, and that doesn't involve any part of me being in you at all.'

"Nonsense, Abarai. You mean to say you've never dreamed of me, never imagined my face, my body as you brought yourself to completion?" Byakuya's nimble fingers made swift work of Renji's hakama ties. "You never thought of what it might be like to take me the way I take you?" He slipped the black fabric down Renji's thighs, and Renji automatically lifted from the sofa to make it easier for Byakuya to do so. "You never wondered what my mouth would look like with your cock in it?" Byakuya slipped a hand under the cloth of Renji's fundoshi, as the other sought the back of the red loincloth. "How my lips would feel against your most sensitive places?"

With a flick of Byakuya's wrist the fundoshi fell away, exposing Renji's dick to the Captain's sight. "Even if you've never so much as thought about it, my words seem to have had some effect on you." Byakuya's breath ghosted over the head of Renji's cock as he leaned in close. "Relax, Abarai. Let me take care of you, as you've taken care of me so many times."

'Fuck. He isn't. He is. Why? Taichou shouldn't degrade himself like this. This... what he's doing... only whores do that. He's no whore. He's not me. Why?' Renji gasped, biting his lip against the words that threatened to spill out. He knew the words that were said to someone in Byakuya's position, he'd heard them enough times, but it was not his place to say them, even if Byakuya seemed to have forgotten their roles in this relationship they had.

"You still hold back, Abarai?" A thin line of spit connected Byakuya's mouth to Renji's pulsing cock, and Renji licked his lips at the sight. 'Is this what he sees when he fucks my mouth? Do I look even a tenth as hot as he does? No, it's like comparing the dimmest star in the night sky to the brightness of the full moon, to say that. He fucks my mouth because I'm convenient to him, a whore who doesn't need paying. He's not attracted to me. He doesn't think I'm beautiful at all, just willing.' "Let it all out, Abarai. I will not hold anything you say against you."

"Fuck!" Renji thrust up as Byakuya's teeth scraped against the head of his cock. "Please, taichou..." 'I'm glad you bound my hands, or I'd break all the rules and bury my hands in your hair, hold your head in place while I let go of what little restraint I have. Thank you, taichou, for making sure I couldn't forget my place that much.' "I'm... I'm close. Please pu-aaaah"

Renji moaned as Byakuya's hands tightened around his thighs, lowering his head further onto Renji's cock until the entire length was sheathed in his mouth. Renji shook as he restrained himself from thrusting up and gagging the Captain degrading himself for Renji's benefit. Byakuya's tongue pressed against the underside of Renji's cock, and his teeth and lips pressed firmly around the girth. It wouldn't take much pressure at all for Byakuya to forever remove Renji's ability to shame them both, and somehow the thought of this possibility sent Renji over the edge he'd been trying to claw back from, giving him no chance to warn Byakuya of his impending release.

'Forgive me, taichou. You shouldn't be forced to swallow my dirty seed.' Renji shuddered as he released into Byakuya's throat, forcing the Captain to swallow or choke. Byakuya seemed to be smiling around Renji's cock as he swallowed, not a single drop escaping from his lips. Renji panted as Byakuya pulled back, collapsing carelessly against the back of the sofa.

"Was that so difficult, Abarai?" Byakuya sat on the sofa next to Renji, not quite touching the sprawled-out Lieutenant. "You enjoyed it, so why deny yourself?"

'You wouldn't understand, taichou. And if you did, then you wouldn't want anything more to do with a dirty, used, broken bastard like me. It's better this way.' Renji shook his head, forcing a cocky grin onto his face. "Because I like being the one to give you pleasure, taichou. I don't need you to return the favour. Let's just save it for special occasions, yeah?" 'You've proved your point, anyway. You hold the power to do whatever you wish to me, even if you wish to lower yourself to my level. I'd be stupid to expect you to do that every time you have an itch that needs scratching though.'

"You are impossible, Abarai." Byakuya stood and brushed his hakama off, as elegant in his movements as ever, as if he'd not just taken Renji with all the skill of an experienced whore. "Sleep. You have yet to fully recover from your injury. I will be here when you awaken."

'Is the scarf still around my arms a promise of more to come once I've rested, taichou, or are you just too annoyed with me to bother removing it. Doesn't matter. I'll accept it either way. It's not hurting me, and if I want to... if I need to... I can get free of this level of restraint.'

"Yes, taichou." Renji swung his legs up onto the sofa. 'Taichou, you really don't understand, do you? That's okay. It's part of the reason why I love you; you don't know how fucked up I truly am. Thank you.'