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Chapter Two: Steel Gray

Byakuya fingered a tendril of vivid red hair, impassive gray eyes studying the young man's sleeping face. The vibrant strands were softer than he'd expected, silky smooth against his skin as it wrapped around his hand. It almost looked like blood against his pale skin. The colorful mass fell around the sleeping man's face, giving his a wild and almost wanton appearance that his unusual facial tattoos only added to. Abarai Renji certainly wasn't what he'd been expecting.

As he crouched beside the prone form on his office floor he tried to find some resemblance between Kurosaki Ichigo and this tempting creature, but found that he simply couldn't. Besides height and build the two of them were so different they might as well have been different species. The brothers looked nothing alike. He'd met Kurosaki on several occasions and despite his bright orange hair he could never hope to be as vibrantly brilliant as this man. He'd thought Ichigo had been exotically colored but he was simply plain compared to Renji. Idly Byakuya wondered why his sister hadn't decided to run away with this brother, he certainly would have been Byakuya's choice.

Renji Abarai looked nothing like Byakuya had expected, definitely nothing like his profile photo, which had made the exotic man look almost plain and nondescript. Which was the farthest thing from the truth. That photo had looked nothing like the wildly attractive man laying before him now. The photo had been an upper body shot, taken just as the subject was turning towards the camera. He'd been wearing a long sleeve charcoal gray thermal, covering him from wrist to neck, tight enough to show muscle but hiding the tribal jagging down his arms. Now Byakuya could see the wildly spiking designs running down both his arms, the black ink dark and crisp. A white bandana had been tied low on his forehead, placed there he supposed for the specific purpose of covering his facial tattoos. The black lines crossed his brows and extended to his hairline, the intricate tribal crossing over most of his forehead. A black hat had been placed backward over the bandana, his long hair tucked safely into the hat, revealing not even a hair of the vivid mane. The entire photo had been plain and boring, so much that Byakuya had only given it a cursory glance before throwing it aside. He hadn't even guessed at this hidden wild side.

In the end the red head was too tempting to pass up. "There will be a slight change of plans." Byakuya said quietly to the two men watching him, his voice as cold as it usually was. "This was...unexpected."

Yumichika smiled widely at his boss as he too looked down at the red head in approval. "He's a beautiful specimen, isn't he? I was pretty surprised too." This made his silent bald partner frown.

"Yes, he is." Byakuya glanced up momentarily as he said this, the look in his eyes all the warning Yumichika needed. He knew better than to touch anything of the boss' and the boss had just laid claim to the sleeping red head. Abarai Renji had just become the property of Kuchiki Byakuya. "He looks nothing like his brother." He murmured, tracing a finger over a black line decorating the sleeping man's brow.

Byakuya studied the red head for a long moment, still taken in by his feral appeal, before he rose, his suit falling back into place perfectly. "Move him to my room." He raised a silent brow down at the sleeping Renji. "You know what to do." He orderly calmly, stepping around his desk to return to several proposals he'd left open.

"Yes, Kuchiki-sama." Yumichika replied, bowing to his boss as Ikkaku picked up the red head. Ikkaku took particular care this time to be gentle, he didn't dare be rough now that Byakuya had claimed the man. Renji's head rolled against Ikkaku's shoulder, body completely limp in the bald man's grasp. "He will be prepared to your specifications, Kuchiki-sama." With that the two servants were gone, taking the oblivious Renji with them.

The Kuchiki heir lowered himself into his leather chair, thoughts still on Renji and his idiotic brother. He would hold the red head in his grasp until Rukia was returned, and if she wasn't returned Kurosaki would be getting his brother back piece by piece, after of course Byakuya was done enjoying him. If there was one thing Byakuya hated it was dishonesty and cowardice. He'd actually been considering allowing Rukia to marry Kurosaki, that was before they'd gone behind his back and run away. Kurosaki had been to afraid to ask Byakuya for Rukia's hand, he'd allowed rumors and speculation to sway his better judgment. He'd had all the dishonesty and cowardice he could take from Kurosaki. He wanted his little sister back and he wanted her now. But in the mean time Renji would be his, paying in whatever form Byakuya chose because his brother had decided to be a coward. Now he only had to see if the red head was worth the trouble of breaking him in.

-o

Renji woke slowly, a splitting headache pounding fiercely behind his eyes, and his entire body feeling sore and abused. His mouth was as dry as cotton and tasted of some chemical. His shoulders were aching painfully and his neck felt out of place, only adding to his beating headache. Groaning in pain he tried to move, tried to bring his hands up to rub at his achy eyes but found he couldn't move his arms. Pulling he felt something tighten around his wrists, something holding his arms over his head. It took him another moment to stubbornly pry his eyes open, the light bright and painful. Nausea made his stomach roll alarmingly but he took a deep breath as his vision spun and slowly released it through his nose.

It took him a dizzy moment to realize he was staring up at a white textured ceiling. Blinking blearily he turned his head with a wince, staring up at his hands for several seconds, staring in confusion at the black silk ties securing his hands. The ties kept his hands together and went through a metal loop that was bolted into the wooden head board of the bed. His mind was confused and muddled, but he tried anyway, forcing himself to focus. Running his eyes down his body he blinked when he found himself nearly naked, lying flat on a bed with only his boxers on. More black silk ties were wrapped around his ankles, securing his legs spread eagle to the bed posts at the end of the bed.

Why was he tied up? He pushed his mind, trying desperately to think, feeling panic begin to creep in. Renji dropped his head back onto the bed, too tired and foggy to look around the room he was in. He knew he'd never been here. He'd never seen this bed before. Hell, he'd never even been in a bed with silk sheets before. He tried to remember why he was here, how he'd gotten here. He never indulged in one night stands and he didn't often get drunk. He remembered going home and putting his groceries away. His head was pounding at him in protest but Renji made himself think harder. Where the fuck was he? He remembered answering the door. But who had been at the door? He never had guests.

Then he remembered. The strangers. Nausea surged, making his throat tighten as he remembered them. They'd shot him with a fucking dart, a tranquilizer dart. That must be what was making him feel like shit. They'd been asking about Ichigo, about whether he was his brother. Who the hell were they? He squinted at the ceiling as he tried to remember if they'd said who they were. He didn't think so. A bald guy and a feminine guy, both complete strangers. He'd never seen them in his life. Was Ichigo in trouble? Did he owe these people money? What the hell was going on? The questions spun almost incoherently through his mind.

With a scowl Renji tried to yank on the ties around his hands, moaning miserably when the motion made his stomach lurch. Whatever they'd drugged him with must have been dome pretty powerful shit. He wasn't sure how long ago he'd been shot but he hoped to god the drug wore off soon. He couldn't stand the sickening feeling in his stomach. It seemed better than when he first woke up though. Pulling one last time with all his limbs he grimaced as the ties only tightened around his wrists and ankles. His scowl deepened.

"Stupid fuckers." He muttered sourly, relaxing his aching muscles against the silk sheets. As loath as he was to admit it the cool sheets felt nice against his over heated skin. "Mother fucking cock suckers." He continued to curse as he acknowledged that he wouldn't be getting up until someone untied him. When he got a hold of the bald fucker...

"Tsk, tsk, such a dirty mouth, Renji-kun." A coldly amused voice startled him from his tirade, making him jerk his head to the side, eyes immediately focusing on a tall man in the doorway to the room. Despite the pain that shot through him at the sudden movement he kept his eyes on the man.

When he could focus past the headache he nearly gaped at the man. For a confused moment he almost thought the man was a hallucination, he was that goddamned attractive. An aristocratic face, so cold it and dangerous he felt a chill shudder down his spine, with steel gray impassive eyes staring back at him. Long black hair fell around the man's chilling eyes, held in place with several traditional Japanese head pieces. His body was long and lean, hands tucked casually into his black slacks, and his posture dominating. Everything about the man screamed blood and murder, quiet menace but Renji couldn't help but feel a little thrill of heat. The was was literally a killer.

"Who the fuck are you?" Renji finally spat when he found his tongue, red eyes snapping fire as he met those steel eyes.

The stranger ignored his question, gliding silently closer with the grace of a cat, gray eyes sweeping over Renji with only mild interest. The stare made Renji incredibly uneasy, he almost felt hunted as the man came too close for comfort. He knew the stranger was looking at his tattoos, everyone looked at his tattoos, but the look in those cold eyes made him feel even more vulnerable than he already did. He didn't like the feeling at all.

"Hmm, the tattoos are much bigger than I'd thought." The stranger murmured, a terrifying glimpse of heat in his eyes as he perched on the edge of the bed. Renji could feel the heat from his thigh along his ribcage and tried to squirm farther away but the ties kept him firmly in place. He grimaced, scowling up at the man.

Then the man reached out to touch the largest black marking on his chest and he froze, his eyes flaring wide. No! Flashes of memories surged through his mind, nearly paralyzing him as he watched that hand come closer. No! He'd spent years being touched when he didn't want to be, he wasn't going to stand for it now! But he could only watch as that dangerous hand came closer. The heat of the strangers hand finally snapped him from his trance and he snarled in anger.

"Don't fucking touch me!" He growled, again trying to twist away from the hand touching him. His red eyes were narrowed angrily.

He barely caught the flash in the strangers steel eyes before he was choking, the hand wrapping around his windpipe tightening until he couldn't breath at all. Eyes wide he tried to struggle, nausea still threatening every time he moved, making his movement weak and useless. Stubbornly he continued to struggle, choking and gagging as the hand remained tight and merciless around his tattooed throat. It didn't take long for his eye sight to begin to fade again and he forced himself to become still, panicked eyes looking up into cold gray eyes. Just before he passed out the man released him, allowing him to draw in several deep panicked breathes, all the while looking down at Renji with impassive eyes. The stranger had been in control the entire time, those eyes told him so coldly, and even as stubborn as he was Renji knew it.

The stranger leaned over him, placing a hand on the mattress beside Renji's head and caging him in. His heat was only inches away, his face coming down until his breath fanned out across Renji's cheek. His fingers stroked menacingly over Renji's pounding pulse. "Listen very closely, kitten." He whispered dangerously, voice ice cold and silky. The tone sent a terrified shiver down Renji's spine. "I am a tolerant man but I will suffer no disobedience. During your stay here you are mine and I expect you to do as your told. Do you understand?"

Renji nodded hesitantly, his defiant nature wanting him to spit at the man but the street smarts ingrained deeply in his psyche warning him against it. This man was dangerous and Renji would be stupid to push his luck. "I don't even know who the fuck you are." He finally gasped, his voice hoarse as he tried to ignore the man's proximity.

The stranger pulled away, looking down into Renji's face with an almost curious expression on his handsome face. No doubt he saw the defiance still in Renji's expression but he seemed only amused by it. "I am Kuchiki Byakuya." The man told him indifferently.

A horrified chill shot down his neck as he registered the name. Mother fucker. He knew exactly who this man was, hell anyone who watched the news knew who this guy was. Renji knew this guy was rumored to run everything from drugs to prostitution to pretty much anything you could think of here in Karakura and he knew from his time on the streets that the rumors were more than true. This guy ruled the town with an iron fist, known for being absolutely ruthless and completely merciless when he was crossed. People who fucked with the Kuchiki's always ended up dead, that or wishing they were dead. How the fuck had Ichigo gotten in with this guy?

Fuck he was going to die, he was never going to come away from this alive. He was never going to see his family ever again. There was never going to be anymore home cooked meals from Yuzu or hard core soccer with Karin. No bickering endlessly with Ichigo or playful spars with Isshin. This was going to be it, he was going to be held prisoner, tortured and then more than likely disposed of. He was going to die like a fucking dog because Ichigo couldn't resist his fucking cock.

Rage began to grow in his chest as he thought over his odds. He couldn't believe this shit. His brother was a moron. Now Renji knew why Rukia sounded so fucking familiar. Ichigo had just run off to who knew where with a damn mob boss' sister. What the hell had he been thinking? Messing with a Kuchiki, everyone with a brain knew better. Ichigo was going to have to run his entire life because Renji knew people like Byakuya never gave up. Did Ichigo even know the magnitude of what he'd just done?

"Ah, so Ichigo didn't even tell you, did he?" The mob boss murmured, reading Renji's expression perfectly as his fingers stroked idly over the red head's pulse.

"I don't know where the fucker is and I don't have any idea where they went." Renji said bluntly, jaw clenched as he fought to endure the light touching without protesting. His eyes were narrowed as he met Byakuya's squarely. "You might as well kill me because I can't tell you anything."

Byakuya's reaction chilled him straight to the bone. The handsome mob boss laughed lightly, the noise silky and dangerously menacing all at once. "You think I mean to kill you?" Amusement was light in his eyes and his tone slid suggestively as he lowered himself until his breath felt hot on Renji's astonished lips. "Oh, no, kitten, I have far better plans for you."

-o

Byakuya was vaguely amused as he listened to the red headed man curse in a continuous tirade, several very inventive and certainly not anatomically correct. Normally Byakuya didn't tolerate any form of swearing in his presence, he disliked the crudeness of the act, but when Renji did so it was actually...sexy. The redhead had a rough voice, a voice Byakuya had heard called a whiskey voice, and the dirty words seemed almost appropriate. The sounded passionate and heated. He actually reminded Byakuya of a furiously spitting little kitten, relatively defenseless but still defiant anyway. The imagery was strangely appealing and Byakuya thought the comparison fitting for the tempting redhead.

"Tsk, tsk, suck a dirty mouth, Renji-kun." He chided, only a trace of amusement in his impassive voice as he watched the tattooed man's head jerk towards him. The pained expression on his face told Byakuya that he was still feeling the affects of the drugs. He nearly smirked at the awed expression that crossed the redhead's face before he covered it with a scowl. Ah, so Renji thought he was attractive did he?

"Who the fuck are you?" The tied man snapped, seeming to come to his senses, red eyes meeting Byakuya's. Renji's eyes were just as unique as the rest of him, more red than brown. Byakuya was pleased to see just how hotly they burned, it was always more entertaining breaking the defiant ones.

The thought sent Byakuya's eyes meandering down Renji's tattooed body as he moved silently closer to the bed, completely ignoring the red head's question. The black lines seemed to be everywhere, going much farther than he'd guessed. The crawled from his back down his arms in interlocking chain like tribal lines, going all the way to his wrists. Two interlocking chains spiked across his chest before disappearing behind his back as well. More streaked across his hips, going straight underneath his black boxers and coming out on his muscled thighs. That was where they seemed to end and Byakuya wondered, intrigued, just how far they went underneath those boxers. He imagined most of the design stemmed from the man's back, which he supposed he would see later, he wasn't inclined to untie the red head now.

"Hmm, the tattoos are much bigger than I'd thought." He murmured to the still man as he sat on the edge of the bed. He imagined Renji must have seen something in his eyes because the red head immediately tried to move away. He scowled up at Byakuya when that didn't work.

Byakuya reached out a hand to touch the fascinating black marks, eyes flickering to Renji's face when the redhead froze. Horror flashed across his tattooed face, certainly more than was warranted for the situation. The terror only seemed to grow the closer Byakuya's hand became. Hmm, perhaps this had been down to him before? Based on the man's file, Byakuya wouldn't doubt that.

His touch seemed to spark Renji's defiance again, "Don't fucking touch me!" He snarled, trying to twist unsuccessfully away to keep Byakuya's hand from touching him. His eyes seemed to have lost the terrified sheen. Again Byakuya was reminded of a little snarling kitten but Byakuya's tolerance only went so far.

Wrapping a pale hand around Renji's tattooed throat, he moved closer, fingers tightening over the redhead's windpipe. He watched impassively as those red eyes widened and the man began to weakly struggle underneath him. It was useless, weak and tied up as he was Renji didn't stand a chance against Byakuya's superior strength. Satisfaction surged through Byakuya as he watched Renji continue to struggle. It was absolutely effortless on Byakuya's part. It took several long moments before Renji's eyes began to dim and it was only then that the man stilled beneath Byakuya's hand. When his red eyes rose to meet Byakuya's with an unconscious plea Byakuya released him, allowing the redhead to drag in a deep panicked breath.

Leaning over him Byakuya placed a hand on the mattress, caging the smaller man in with his body. He could feel Renji's heat soaking through his clothes, a deliciously tempting heat only inches away. He left his hand on Renji's pounding pulse, stroking his fingers over the soft skin. "Listen very closely, kitten." He whispered against the redhead's cheek, voice like silk over steel. Renji shivered in his grasp and he nearly smiled. "I am a tolerant man but I will suffer no disobedience. During your stay here you are mine and I expect you to do as your told. Do you understand?"

It took a moment before Renji nodded, obviously thinking better of another defiant show. Byakuya was a dangerous man and he was glad Renji could see that. It made it easier for Byakuya to train him. "I don't even know who the fuck you are." He gasped, his voice hoarse as he a took deep breaths.

Byakuya pulled away, looking down at the redhead curiously. Did Renji not know why he was here? The thought amused Byakuya, that Kurosaki hadn't even told his brother what he'd gotten into. "I am Kuchiki Byakuya." He told Renji, waiting to see his reaction. Most people knew who he was but some knew different stories than the news told. Which would Renji be?

Ah, so Renji had heard of him on the streets. He could see the horrified flash in those eyes before the defiance took it's place again. What did Renji think he would do to him? No doubt he'd heard all sorts of horror stories from the streets. It would make training the redhead easier but Byakuya suddenly found himself unsure. Did he want the man to be completely submissive? Did he want to completely break him? He actually found himself liking the defiance in the redhead's unique eyes. Hmm, decisions, decisions.

"Ah, so Ichigo didn't even tell you, did he?" He murmured, reading Renji's expression perfectly as his fingers stroked idly over the red head's pulse.

"I don't know where the fucker is and I don't have any idea where they went." Renji growled, throat tense under Byakuya's fingers. "You might as well kill me because I can't tell you anything."

Amusement sparked in Byakuya's eyes and he laughed lightly. Why would he waste such a tempting little creature like a Renji? "You think I mean to kill you?" He lowered himself, mouth only seconds away from Renji's, his tone suggestive as he met Renji's eyes. "Oh, no, kitten, I have far better plans for you."