Title: Home Invasion
Author: Ansela Jonla
Fandom: Bleach
Rating: 18
Warnings: (scroll to the bottom to read spoilery warning)
Summary: Byakuya is surprised at home.
Word Count: 893
Notes:Inspired by an episode of NCIS. Don't ask.

He didn't expect the attack as he entered his room. One second he was preparing to shed his haori, the next he was pinned to the wall by a strong forearm, one hand fumbling at his sash.

"What the hell are you doing, Zaraki?" Byakuya snarled. Zaraki just licked his lips and leered at him, finally managing to tug Senbonzakura's sheath free of the sash. The behemoth Captain threw the zanpakutou across the room, where it clattered against the wall and landed on the floor with a dull thud. "Hey, h-"

"Yeah, princess?" Zaraki asked, as Byakuya stopped midword. "You want to say something?"

"I want you to get off me," Byakuya ordered, pushing at Zaraki's chest. "What do you think you're doing, you vile bar-"

This time it was Zaraki who cut Byakuya off midword, his lips fastening over Byakuya's. He pulled back a few seconds later, licking off a trickle of blood from where Byakuya had bit him.

"You're a feisty little bastard. I like that." Zaraki grabbed hold of a fistful of Byakuya's shihakushou and used it to throw Byakuya towards the futon already set up in the middle of the room. Before Byakuya could recover from the throw Zaraki pounced on him, pinning him on his front and wrestling his arms behind his back. "Not gonna scream, princess?"

"I won't give you the satisfaction, scum," Byakuya hissed back.

"Yeah, yeah." Zaraki tugged at Byakuya's scarf until it came free from around his neck. He knotted the silky fabric around Byakuya's wrists, fastening the noble's arms firmly behind his back. "That too tight for you, princess?"

"Would you care if it was?" Byakuya tugged at the scarf a couple of times before realising that Zaraki knew what he was doing; the knot became tighter the more he pulled.

"How would you explain it if I cut your haori up?" Zaraki mused, ignoring Byakuya's response. He ran his fingers over the cotton, tracing the Sixth's device on the back. "Would you even bother?"

"You won't damage my haori," Byakuya stated. Zaraki laughed and tugged at the hem of the coat, bunching it up over Byakuya's back.

"Keep your knickers on, princess. At least until I get to them." Zaraki leered at Byakuya and circled an arm around his waist. "My, my, aren't you a naughty boy?"

Zaraki's hand pressed against Byakuya's half-hard cock through his hakama, slowly stroking the length of it. Byakuya tried not to press into the touch, instead turning his head to glare at Zaraki as best he could.

"This is your last chance to get your hands off of me."

"Or what? You'll use kidou? Forgive me if that doesn't seem like much of a threat." They both knew that at this range, anything strong enough to harm Zaraki would do just as much damage to Byakuya.

Zaraki continued to coax Byakuya's cock to life, his own erection pushing insistently at Byakuya's arse, as his other hand worked at the knot of Byakuya's sash. Eventually he managed to untie it, and he firmly shoved Byakuya's clothes out of the way.

"No underwear?" Zaraki sounded almost disappointed at the lack, and Byakuya smirked.

"Sorry to inconvenience you."

"No inconvenience. Was just looking forward to taking it with me, that's all." Zaraki's hand gripped Byakuya's erection firmly and continued to stroke it gently. "Still, means I get faster access to this."

Byakuya felt Zaraki loosen his own hakama behind him and growled a warning that Zaraki ignored. A click and a squelch later and Byakuya could feel a slick finger intruding in his arse.

"Fucking tight little slut. You like this, don't you? Being on your knees, your hands tied behind your back and your arse in the air, just waiting for me to fuck you?"

"Fuck you."

"I prefer it this way." Zaraki pulled his fingers out of Byakuya. There was a strange crinkling sound before Byakuya felt a slick, rubbery hardness slide into him. "Damnit, princess. Feels like you're trying to squeeze my cock off."

Byakuya finally let out a moan as Zaraki started to thrust into him in time with the hand still stroking his cock. Zaraki's free hand slammed down next to his head as Zaraki leant his full body weight on Byakuya's back. He shuddered as teeth fastened gently around the back of his neck, knowing that Zaraki could possibly sever his spine if he bit down.

Byakuya came with a roar, spilling over Zaraki's hand. The behemoth Captain followed suit moments later, the tightening of his teeth around Byakuya's neck the only sign of his own climax.

After a few moments collapsed over Byakuya's back, Zaraki carefully pulled out and sat down. Byakuya turned his head in time to see Zaraki knot the condom he'd used and throw it in the direction of the waste bin near Byakuya's desk.

"You okay?" Zaraki deftly undid the knotted scarf around Byakuya's wrists. Byakuya rubbed at the limbs as he rolled over and nodded.

"Yeah, I'm fine." He mock-glared at Zaraki. "You weren't really planning to take my underwear as a trophy, were you?"

Zaraki merely grinned.

Warning: consensual rape fantasy within an existing relationship