Hello! I'm back! Yes, I'm still alive... I just haven't been posting things lately *sigh* Let's just say that this year hasn't gone too well for me.

Anyway, over the summer my little sister got me addicted to Bleach, and so I simply couldn't help myself. I am a slash writer and a horny young person; put two and two together and you get-that's right!-PWP smuttyness!

So... Byakuya is one of my favorite characters. Originally I hated him (because he was being such a dick), but he's just so damn fun to pick on! I have found, however, that I don't like him very much as a seme in the bedroom. Sure, he's all "noble pride" or whatever, but seriously, I just don't like him as seme very much. So I decided to write some uke!Byakuya stuff.

And that's how I ended up with this citrus-y opening. It doesn't actually have any anal or oral sex in it (the second part probably will, though). If either Bya-bo or Renji are OOC I apologize, but it's hard to write characters IC in the bedroom, da~

Warning: YAOI (boy x boy relationship - you have a problem with this don't read - thank you), very light cuss words (not even the f-bomb), oil

Disclaimer: Bleach does not belong to me (or it would be full of slash), it belongs to Tite Kubo.

Relaxation... or the Lack Thereof (Part I)

"I think you need to take a break, Captain." Behind him, Byakuya heard the heavy footsteps of his Lieutenant on the wooden floors. A moment later, hot breath was felt against the back of his neck, stirring the small hairs there and sending an almost imperceptible shiver down his spine. "You've been working so hard; I think you need to relax a bit."

"We are on duty," Byakuya chastised half-heartedly, though it was hard to hear the reluctance beneath his icy voice. Renji knew him well enough, though, and Byakuya glanced warily over his shoulder to see his smirking Lieutenant's face, crimson eyes lit up with amusement and something… else.

"C'mon," Renji urged playfully, sliding a hand up Byakuya's back to embrace his stiff shoulders. The noble wouldn't admit it aloud, but the feel of thumbs massaging into the tense muscles of his back was heavenly. "Don't tell me you'd rather stay in this stuffy office doing paperwork all day."

Byakuya opened his mouth, intending to say exactly that, but he was cut off by his own miniscule gasp at the feel of hot fingers fluttering over his sensitive throat, sending little trills of heat down his body. A gentle touch followed, brushing over that tender little spot where his neck and shoulder joined; he shivered.

The other hand slid down his slender arm, catching his wrist in a tight hold—the one belonging to hand which delicately brushed calligraphy onto the endless stack of white paper awaiting his approval. Only he drew it away from the paperwork, slipping his fingers over the electrifying spot on the inside of Byakuya's wrist and his sensitive palm, rubbing in soothing circles. Byakuya's fingers suddenly didn't seem to work anymore, and his brush clattered downwards, spilling ink all over his documents and the polished mahogany of his desk.

"Lieutenant Abarai!" he scolded. "This is hardly appropriate for the off—"

Lips sealed over his, cutting off his words, and he found that he didn't want to speak so much anymore. Helplessly, he felt the hot tongue sliding over his soft lips, teasingly easing them open so it could invade and taste every corner of his mouth. Byakuya's eyes fluttered shut when he was pulled up from his chair and turned into his Lieutenant's strong embrace, cheeks flushing softly with the sudden rush of want that rose inside him. It was as if he were suddenly captured in a web of hot slickness and the spicy taste of his lover that he didn't want to escape.

A hand slid down his spine sensually, making his whole body arch upwards. And then he felt it cup one pert buttock and squeeze it teasingly. A gasp left his lips, and Byakuya finally found the strength to pull away.

"Stop it! This is hardly the place to be—"

"Shut up and relax," Renji interrupted, his smirk widening as his other hand came down, the pair sliding beneath his bottom and lifting the flustered Captain's hips upwards, pressing his slender body to his Lieutenant's rock-hard front. He bit his lips against a moan, feeling the redhead's arousal grind against his pelvis, letting him know all too well what was on Renji's mind.

Again, his lips were captured without his consent. His Lieutenant's tongue thrust hotly between them, forcing itself deeper this time without the gentle coaxing. Byakuya could not stifle his moan a second time; he didn't want to. Guiltily, his arms rose of their own accord to wrap about his Lieutenant's neck, his fingers clawing down broad shoulders.

He didn't want to resist… the heat rising up within him was too much of a temptation, especially when the rough grope of Renji's hands on his buttocks sent a stab of titillation up through his lower body. His belly clenched tightly with sudden arousal.

Renji broke the kiss first, pulling away until they weren't touching at all, leaving Byakuya panting. "C'mon," he ordered. "I know just the place…"

To the outside world, they would have perhaps looked like nothing more than a forbidding Captain following his loyal Lieutenant a decent, appropriate two steps behind. Only if they drew close enough would they see the way his slate eyes smoldered as they bored into the back of his lover's head or the minute tremor of his gracefully folded hands.

He lost track of where Renji took him, too focused on his lover's broad back (and firm arse) to pay attention. Left… right… two doors down… Finally, Renji, grinning over his shoulder, pushed the door open. All Byakuya could make of the inside was dim light and the sweet scent of burning incense invading his senses. He stepped through the doorway and felt as he stood on the other side—Renji slipping in behind him—that this was a completely different world, and he was a completely different person here. The door clicked ominously shut, and the sound of the lock sliding into place made his whole body shudder. There was no escape now.

Hands fell onto his body, stroking down his sides alluringly, cupping his hips and tracing low along his belly, just inches from the place where he was burning to be touched. Every inch of his skin screamed for that touch, to remove the cloth barrier between warm palms and his smooth, pale flesh, yet Renji seemed content to stroke him, tracing the arch of his spine and caressing over the aristocratic high cheekbone.

"Renji…" he whispered with need, glancing back at the redhead.

"Just remember to relax," Renji reminded him. "Let me touch you… Let me make you feel hot and bothered."

Fingers tugged at his clothes then. His haori found itself in a crumpled heap in the floor in a mess of dark clothing. The feel of cool air brushing over his chest when the first layers were lifted left Byakuya breathless. Hands followed, touching just where his body wanted, teasing all his special spots, sending the brilliant shocks of pleasure downwards until his legs trembled beneath him. Pale pink nipples rose, almost begging to be touched by questing fingers, but Renji teased around them. Biting his lip, Byakuya tried to keep from rubbing himself back against his Lieutenant's hard body when calloused fingers circled the tender buds but never touched. It was an intricate dance almost as heady and arousing as the joining itself would be, and it caused Byakuya to whimper softly against his will, his body absolutely crying for more. Every stroke built another layer of heat upon the fire burning in his core, settled at the apex of his shaky thighs.

More clothing joined the pile on the floor. He was completely bare—exposed—whilst his lover had yet to lose even a single article of clothing. Suddenly he felt vulnerable, like a young boy being teased by his experienced lover, toyed and played with. He felt vulnerable, something he couldn't ever remember feeling before. And it was so hot…

"Renji," he called again, more urgently this time.

His Lieutenant smirked against the back of his shoulder, tracing his tongue up the noble's spine and throat. Byakuya shuddered helplessly in pleasure, the flush in his cheeks rising from pale pink to an almost red flush. "You won't let anyone else touch you like this, will you?" It wasn't so much of a question as a statement, and one that made Byakuya's thighs clench and shake even harder. "You're mine, aren't you?"

He couldn't answer; his voice wasn't working. All he could manage was a breathless nod as he looked up into fiery eyes. His reward was a kiss, gentler than the others. Renji slid his lips down to his throat again, just brushing… and then…

Teeth clamped down hard on that tender spot, driving a cry up from the noble's throat. The wave of pleasure-pain that slid down his spine nearly made his legs give out beneath him. A soft tongue followed, soothing the sharpness away with hot strokes. Renji let out a low sound of pleasure, as if he relished the taste of his Captain. Lips closed over the wound and suckled, sending more little tremors down his spine.

He is… marking me… The heat inside him rose to almost boiling at the very idea. It wasn't as if anyone would ever see, as he never went out in public without wearing the windflower silk scarf, but…

I will.

Moaning thickly, he threaded his fingers through the brilliant scarlet hair, yanking it loose of its ties so the red tresses spilled down about his lover's broad shoulders, allowing him to run it over his hands. "Renji…"

"Impatient, aren't you?" His Lieutenant unthreaded his fingers and steered him towards the western-style bed at the center of the room, one he was quite certain hadn't been in the Sixth Division barracks yesterday. But he was too riled to resist being laid out onto the mountain of cushions and dark silk sheets—they felt lovely against his heated skin, sliding up his body in a cool wave.

Above him, he saw Renji lean down, face caught between a smirk and a leer, golden candlelight flickering across his expression. Everything about him was so unlike Byakuya, so unlike the world he was used to. His Lieutenant looked like a wild creature apart from his civilized world of pleasantries, and a hungry one at that. Those crimson eyes were full of lust; Renji looked like a predator staring down at its prey, waiting for the perfect moment to strike, to ravish and violate the purity of his blushing lover. And the only thing it did was make Byakuya more and more anxious until the noble squirmed softly against the sheets beneath the stimulating gaze.

Yet the kiss that followed was tender. "Don't move," Renji whispered against his lips. "Just let me do the work, alright?"

How his Lieutenant was controlling himself in the heat of the room with his lover's naked body laid out and unprotected to his whims, Byakuya would never know. Through half-hooded eyes he watched as Renji splayed him out over the sheets, hardly daring to touch his pale skin as the noble's wrists were pulled above his head and his feet pressed ever so slightly apart.

He waited… waited for Renji to do something to ease the burning between his thighs, spreading over his bare skin.

And then a scent reached his nose, sweet and exotic. Two large, warm hands grabbed hold of his foot, lifting it from the sheets and holding it firmly, sliding slickly over it. Byakuya had to bite back another unseemly, wanton moan when the tense arch of his foot was caressed and fingers slid sensually between each of his toes. It shouldn't have felt so erotic and relaxing at the same time, but it did.

Renji didn't stop there, though. His oil-slick hands moved up over a delicate ankle to stroke a pale, slender calf and tease the back of a graceful knee. All Byakuya could manage to do was lay and watch, panting softly into the boiling room. His muscles were going limp and yet… yet the fire hadn't abated at all. When hands rose up to his thigh, fondling and stroking the tender inside so close to where he wanted so badly to be touched, all he could do was whimper and twist against the sheets.

"Patience," Renji reprimanded, skirting a nail up the tender skin. It only drove Byakuya up from the sheets with a faint whine. Just a bit… higher… Tantalizingly, it continued up and in towards his entrance.

And then it stopped.

"Not yet," Renji murmured, more to himself than to Byakuya. Instead, to his lover's frustration, the redhead moved back down, beginning on the other foot and starting the whole hot, slick, annoying, erotic game all over again. Byakuya furrowed his brow, searching for his near limitless supply of patience.

He wasn't finding it… "Abarai," he growled.

Those dark red eyes narrowed. "Oh, so we're playing that game?" the taller man asked, grinning. "I don't think you're in any position to demand anything, Byakuya. Didn't I tell you to stay still and relax?"

"How can I… relax… with you doing"—another nail traced its way upwards, this time from ankle to groin, inadvertently causing the noble to part his thighs even farther with need—"t-that!"

"Oh, so you want me to try something different." Renji's smirk was positively evil; Byakuya felt a shiver go up his spine and the hair on the back of his neck rise. From the corner of his eye, he could make out Renji dipping his hand into the small basin that must've contained the oil he was slathered in. It distracted him from the hand that settled over his hips, pinning them to the mattress. "Something like this maybe?"

Byakuya's eyes widened and dilated, turning almost black as he cried out to the dark room. A vicious shudder shot through his body, leaving it shaking in pure ecstasy at the hand touching him exactly where he wanted it. With skill only a lover familiar with every nuance of his body could manage, Renji played him like an instrument, pulling forth the cries and moans that Renji was so fond of hearing from his stoic Captain. The hand closed firmly about his member slid upwards far too slowly, urging his hips upwards with bursts of pleasure yet denying them the right to move at the same time, leaving Byakuya writhing and gasping, holding frantically onto the sheets beside his head.

Renji twisted his hand just so. All Byakuya wanted to do was buck up into that wonderfully heady sensation, to move. The frustration of being trapped and unable to do anything as his redheaded lover ran his thumb around the leaking slit again and again had Byakuya nearly in tears.

"This what you had in mind?" the Lieutenant purred, using his fingers to pull open the slit just a bit and watch more pearly beads drip down the flushed shaft. He knew that it drove Byakuya crazy, and the noble could feel the heated gaze on his euphoric face as the redhead touched around the slit and thumbed it roughly—Byakuya's hips twisted and writhed beneath their captor, his cries rising in pitch and urgency, his head thrown back. The heat was beginning its ascent to the edge. He wanted to fall, wanted it so much…

More oil was added, its heady scent making him dizzy when paired with the sensations whirling through his wild body. The hand slid back down, slicking every inch of his lower body, rolling his balls and stroking the tender skin behind until he keened. And then they touched the entrance to his body—

And ceased. "You sure you're ready for that?" Renji had left him cold, gasping with rising pleasure—nearly at his climax!—without sensation. His cry was that of frustration, and he glared up at his Lieutenant.

"Don't you dare leave me like this, you—"

"Nuh-uh," his tormentor admonished, pressing a finger to his lips. "You're getting impatient again. Maybe it was too much for you."

For the first time in a long time, Byakuya had the urge to call someone a bastard. He never cussed, but he considered making an exception here. How dare he? The noble was so close that his whole body shook!

"I think you need to calm down again," Renji added. "You don't seem very relaxed anymore. Here—"

Abruptly, the hold on his hips shifted, flipping him over onto his belly and shoving his hips down into the mattress, rubbing him against the soft sheets until he was moaning. Behind him, he could hear Renji moving about, but he was too… it felt so… the softness just wasn't enough! He needed friction! Yet his body undulated, rocking against the pillows desperately, needing to reach that point again.

"None of that now…" He whimpered almost inaudibly when Renji's hand rested at the small of his back, stilling his rocking motion. "Just hold still or I'll be forced to punish you later, Byakuya."

The noble bit his tongue against a cross retort. Instantly—thankfully—he was distracted by the long strokes of broad hands spreading oil up his sides and over his tense shoulders. Though his body still squirmed and ached… it felt so good…

The massage made him fall limp, starting with his shoulder and moving all the way down his back. By the end he was panting breathily with his eyes closed. And then Renji's hands slid lower—his eyes shot open and his breath caught—cupping and stroking the firm globes of his bottom with those two large palms, slickening his skin even further.

"I never get tired of seeing you like this," Renji told him, groping roughly and spreading his cheeks wide. "You always act like you have a stick up your ass. I love seeing you undone." Fingers teased closer to his quivering hole. "I love hearing you scream." The spike of heat those words sent spearing up through his core made his inner muscles clench tightly, longing to have his lover inside. "Can you just imagine what people would think if they saw you this way? Noble Byakuya Kuchiki, panting and crying in bed while his Lieutenant fucks his pretty body into oblivion—Would you be embarrassed?"

Yes… Byakuya didn't reply, but his whole body shook, waiting—wanting—needing to be touched there. The thought of anyone ever seeing him like this, with Renji holding him down, preparing to do the forbidden with him, to lie between his thighs and to ravage his supposedly pure body until he screamed his climax to the heavens—his belly clenched, the coil of his pleasure pulling taut and driving his hips up.

Touch me… touch me… He was silently begging. Renji, please…

A single finger stroked a light trail between his nether cheeks, skirting around the delicate pink pucker and teasing back up. "Just imagine their faces," Renji continued, "If they saw all the naughty things that I do to you."

Byakuya arched, pushing his hips backwards pleadingly with a whine. The redhead let out a small chuckle of amusement, clenching his fingers about the soft-yet-firm buttocks once more before one hand found its place between, holding him splayed open for Renji's viewing and pleasure like a common whore. If anyone ever saw him like this… Kami, but it felt so wonderful. The fact that his lover was openly examining one of the most intimate parts of his body made the tightness in his belly pull even tighter.

A second hand, slick with oil, perused up the inside of his thigh, driving a moan from his lips, "Renji… now…"

It seemed that Renji at least took a little pity on his trembling, aroused body. A fingertip teased around the extremely sensitive pucker, smearing that intimate place with slick oil, and then the digit dipped inside slowly, penetrating his quivering insides skillfully. Byakuya, with a soft cry, thrust back, trying for more of the long finger, but Renji pulled away like a tease, laughing. "I've barely even touched you yet and you're already acting like a slut, Byakuya."

The finger slid fully within him now, parting the tight walls of his channel expertly and crooking upwards. This time he really did drive Byakuya's hips up from the sheets. The spot inside him was brushed in an explosion of mind-blowing sensation; sparks of undiluted pleasure washed over him, drove any thoughts of anything but the ecstasy his Lieutenant was giving him straight out.

The digit pulled away and then thrust within him again obscenely, battering his sweet spot. Had Byakuya's legs actually been holding his body up, they would have given out beneath him with how badly they trembled. "So good, Renji…"

"Feels that good, huh?" Damn him, he knows it does! "How 'bout this?"

This time there were two fingers and a slight sting upon entrance. Any pain he might've felt was washed aside when the pads of the duo of fingers rested on his prostate and massaged. Gasping, nearly sobbing, Byakuya felt his thighs instinctively trying to draw closed, yet Renji wouldn't allow it. The redhead forced them farther apart, leaving Byakuya even more helpless to the intimate ministrations.

He couldn't move when a third oiled finger joined the first two. The combined sensation sent shocks through him. They seemed to touch and stroke the very center of all his pleasure, teasing him into a twisting, squirming mess on the bed. A few rough thrusts into his hole demolished any remaining composure he might've possessed—he arched upwards from the bed with a keen at the electrical feelings drowning his senses—and then they settled on his spot, stroking richly into the pleasure button even knowing how sensitive it was.

And they wouldn't move! Constant stimulation slid up his spine in a heady tide, overwhelming his body. "Renji!" he called, his voice rising in pitch and volume with each passing moment of the incredibly intimate massage. "Renji, please… I… I…" He couldn't get out the words! He needed… he needed his Lieutenant inside of him.

"Yes, Byakuya?" The fingers became rougher; his channel clenched tightly around them; his breaths turned into gasping cries. "Are you going to come just from this?"

He didn't want that… he wanted Renji inside. He wanted that thick cock violating his supposedly sacred depths. He wanted Renji's powerful body and burning heated touch. "Take me," he whispered softly, looking over his shoulder into his lover's wild, black-marked face with shocked, dilated gray eyes. "Renji, please…"

The redhead let out a hum, tilting his head. "You can bet on it," he said—Byakuya felt a premature flash of relief—"But I want to see your body completely undone first."

The speed of the strokes against the center of his pleasure left his mind hazed and frantic. Rocking his hips, the noble nearly screamed, only managing to stifle his cries by burying his face in the sheets and biting harshly into a pillow. As if in punishment for denying Renji the pleasure of hearing his cries, the fingers within him rose in tempo again. His whole body jerked as if shocked by an electrical current.

A messy hand, smelling of sex and the exotic oil, curled in his hair, forcing his head back up. "I want to hear you," Renji growled, jerking roughly on the raven locks.

Byakuya felt his thighs clench sharply, his passage tightening as the coil in his belly pulled so tight he couldn't take it anymore. His breaths had risen to loud, needy cries in the dimly lit room, cries for Renji's ears only. The peak, he could feel, was moments away…

Every part of him tensed in the unimaginable pleasure, and suddenly the massage in his passage changed. The fingertips barely brushed over his hypersensitive spot, yet it was too late to stop the climax. A keening cry broke loose from the noble's lips as sensation built upon sensation, his seed dripping out of him as he was held at the peak. All he could do was sob mindlessly as his body was held, the fingers still massaging his trembling insides, forcing the orgasm on and on until it made him dizzy, until he thought that if Renji drew it out any longer he might faint. His hips shivered, frozen, and then they dropped as all strength fled from his muscles.

By the end of it, he could barely move from exhaustion. The fingers slipped out of his passage, leaving him bereft and quivering on the sheets, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. Yet for all that, the warm satiation left him more relaxed than he'd been in a month. For once, he had no desire to move. He could have laid in the bed of sweet-smelling sheets for an eternity with Renji at his side.

"That wasn't so bad, was it? I bet you feel awfully relaxed now."

Speaking of Renji… Byakuya turned his head with his remaining strength, glancing at his lover with wide, teary gray eyes. "But you…" he began, glancing downwards at the evident bulge in his lover's hakama.

Wine-red eyes narrowed playfully. "You didn't seriously think I was finished with you, did you, Byakuya?"

The pure lust in those words sent a shudder up his spine again, breaking him from the soothing embrace of the afterglow. Sweet Kami, we aren't finished yet?

It was as if Renji could read the look in his eyes.

"We're not even close to finished."

There you go, complete PWP! This is the first time I've posted Bleach stuff, so I hope I didn't screw up characterization too much LOL

I will be continuing this, but if you decide to follow it try to be understanding. I'm taking two writing classes right now at the same time, and as such I'm a little... busy (not including the other three classes I'm taking plus extracurricular and personal commitments) so don't beat up on me too much if the updating schedule isn't regular or anything.

And I would like suggestions about who else to put Bya-bo with. I'll get bored of ByaRen really fast, so it would be appreciated if anyone wants to :D

Thanks a bunch!

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