Bleach Fan Fiction / InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Desires ❯ Second Try: Byakuya 2 ( Chapter 9 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

I know I said Aizen next, but I am working on that one shot with someone else - we want that one really, really intense

So in the mean time

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Bleach x Inuyasha

These are one shots - possibly more shots, depending on how favoured the story is - involving various characters in Devil Within

Trying to figure out what is the most favoured pairing with "captions" of what could be.

Pairing below

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Warning - some oral sex

Intro: Some things were too precious to simply give away... and some were worth a second try...

There were few things that frightened Renji Abarai since he had gained his bankai. Ichigo Kurosaki, though he would never admit it, for the orange haired substitute Shinigami gained strength at such an exceptional level that it was almost unnatural. Ikkaku Madarame for the other supposed third seat had possessed a bankai version of his zanpakuto for a number of years and yet kept that fact so well hidden that Renji wasn't entirely sure when Ikkaku had achieved that feat.

And then there was his captain.

Byakuya Kuchiki, the ice prince himself, frightened Renji for it was almost impossible to tell what the other Shinigami male was thinking. There were times when Byakuya was partially readable and when Renji felt confident that he could interact with his captain without stepping on the other's toes and finding himself run through by thousands of blades in retaliation for some slight that irritated the Kuchiki and which Renji had no knowledge of even committing. Then there was times that it seemed the cold, even uncaring, Kuchiki was seconds from blowing a fuse and going on a rampage… those times were thankfully rarer and yet ten times more frightening.

It was just his luck that he had to find the 6th Captain in that latter frame of mind now… when he was handing in his report.

Still as he waited patiently, trying to keep his fidgeting down to a minimum so that the lethal and barely contained murderous intent in his Captain's energy didn't spike, Renji couldn't help but wonder if the 6th Captain was even reading the report. There was a vague haziness to the usually piercing smoke tinged gaze and he could swear that the Captain had reread the same line twice in the last minute or so though he wouldn't ever say so. Was it something that the Captain had received as a means of relieving his stress? The Kuchiki male had been tense and more irritable than usual since the ending of the War… something that a number of other Shinigami had noticed.

Though Renji couldn't remember seeing any 4th Division members near here in weeks.

"Alright…" Did his Captain's voice sound strained, no his imagination. "All looks in order, Lieutenant Abarai, you can go."

"Of course Captain." He paused considering the dark haired male. "Is everything alright Captain Kuchiki?"

"Fine…" No that wasn't his imagination his Captain's voice did sound strange. "Now if you don't mind, I have things to do."

"Of course." Deciding that whatever it was would be better puzzled out over a drink with Ikkaku and maybe Tetsuzaemon, Renji decided it was better to leave… before he risked his chances and did find himself on the receiving end of Senbonzakura again.

"Things to do." The voice was feminine, and definitely teasing in its low tones. "Really Ba-ku?"

"How many times…" It was no nickname but an insult, she had never called him baka or stupid, from which the name was derived, out of respect for his grandfather and yet that didn't stop her. "Not to call me by that."

His voice lower, deeper and roughened, Byakuya turned his gaze from the paper that despite his words moment ago was anything but fine. A pair of laughing azure blue eyes met his own ashen gaze with ease… not a hint of fear in the woman's gaze despite the fact that the last time she had been within the Soul Court her rankings had been levelled as lieutenant. Lieutenant of the 1st Division, Kagome Higurashi, and the last Shinigami to ever be trained by Yamamoto himself… the ranking was a mockery for like her predacessors Kyoraku and Ukitake she was a very powerful woman.

If there had been any vacancies she would have held the position of Captain with ease.

This was proven in how she could nearly match him in combat and that was saying much… he was one of the stronger Captains that could be found throughout the Gotei 13. And yet… surprising him was something her family seemed to excel at… that loud mouthed upstart was her cousin through a fluke in the time line when she had died within the feudal era some five hundred years before her or her cousin's actual birth in the modern era. It was that blood born connection that had caused him to avoid, he didn't flee from her presence for that was unsightly, but ignored the places the former lieutenant frequented as she reunited with old friends within after the War.

There was also the subdued knowledge, an itching sensation at the back of his mind, that told him if he was near her for too long he wouldn't control himself.

And yet here she was, invading the sanctum of his own quarters within the 6th Division.

So caught up was he in his thoughts that despite himself he jerked back, his back pressing heavily into the padded leather of his seat, when he became aware of her presence. She was no longer on the other side of the desk but rather but an arm's length from where he was sitting. He'd be the last to admit it but Kagome was frightening in her ability to blanket her spiritual energy until it was none existent, the complete reverse of Kurosaki's energy which would forever remain untamed for the boy refused to gain some control.

"What are you doing?" Despite himself Byakuya sounded surprised, even to his own ears.

"I'm finishing…" Cherry red lips twitched as her hand between the lapels of his kosode her fingernails scraping against his chest and raising the hairs along the back of his neck. "What I started."

His protest died in the back of Byakuya's throat as warm lips pressed against his... a warmer body settling across his waist. The problem he had thought long subdued came to life with an angry throb, demanding to be satisifed once again within the woman's tight body.

Oh how easily the mighty fall. The thought seemed rather suiting as Kagome lifted her gaze to the 6th Captain.

It was a rarity to see Byakuya outside of his usual stringent persona, high strung and so wound up it was surprising that the man didn't burst with containing himself.

But that was what he looked like, and he had only himself to blame.

Hate it as much as he did the Kuchiki was no different from Kagome's own cousin, Ichigo, in that both men were rather hotheaded and temperamental… Byakuya though had an image to maintain as both the 6th Captain and the head of the Kuchiki household. It was made harder on him due to just whose blood ran in his veins and the expectations of so many when he had been younger that he would turn out to be exactly like that man. Kagome herself was probably one of the few that knew he worked hard to portray the visage so many believed. But ojiisan was right and maintaining that countenance was driving Byakuya to his breaking point.

Ojiisan, his grandfather. Ginrei Kuchiki had always adored her Kagome knew due to the fact that when she had become a Shinigami she had brought with her good culture and excellent manners… things that she had learnt during her time spent in the feudal era. Five years to defeat Naraku and another ten years before she had died in the fluke of an attack by her lover, she should have known that the spider-hanyou turned full demon had portrayed Inuyasha properly for Naraku had been too smart to not play on truth for his own means. Those fifteen years of fighting for her life had destroyed the weak woman she had been, as a naïve youngster, and Kagome had not been easily intimidated by Byakuya back then… even if his temper had made him almost violent.

Ginrei had wanted her as Kagome Kuchiki, the former 6th Captain had not bothered in keeping his desires quiet. She got alone well with the lesser members of the Kuchiki household and wasn't one to back down from a confrontation... even against his upstart of a grandson. But Byakuya had stubbornly refused... she always had a sense that Ginrei had been rather disappointed in that. And yet though Byakuya had never married her, he never succeeded in hiding his emotions from Kagome herself… needy touches and hungry lips telling her just how badly the Kuchiki male wanted her, needed her, every time they made love.

Byakuya he had needed a strong partner to keep him balanced, stable, to reassure him that what he did was right even if that particular act went against the rules that the Kuchiki and Soul Society followed… and it was for that reason Hisana had never been his love. A wife certainly, Kagome had met the tiny woman occasionally when she had visited Soul Society to pay respect to Ginrei's grave or held tea-ceremony with her mentor, teacher, and former Captain for Yamamoto had always treated her as a daughter rather than a subordinate. But Hisana had never held Byakuya's love… that was something that belonged to Kagome alone.

And it was because she still loved him… despite what he had done in nearly murdering Ichigo, her cousin admitted to twice though given Byakuya's temper it was probably more than that, and in almost letting his pride allow him to commit a grave mistake… that she was here.

Watching the 6th Captain Kagome settled her hand on Byakuya's inner thigh, feeling the male tense slightly before he relaxed underneath her touch. Sex was an easy means of relieving tension but no amount of coaxing would make the 6th agreeable… she had tried and found herself on her backside surprised and stunned, her ass hurting from the collision with the ground and a furious Byakuya looking seconds from killing something in been so easily manipulated. Although manipulated was a harsh word, his body had responded as it always had to her touch, the 6th Captain wanting her with noticeable hunger.

The fact that he hadn't met her eyes as he had snarled out of the room, nearly crushing the poor unfortunate lower level Shinigami between the wall and the door in his haste to escape her presence, had told Kagome all she had needed to know. He was terrible is disguising his emotions with respect to her, for she knew exactly what to look for. As it was, he was still tormented by what he had said to Kagome herself all those years ago. She would be lying to say that it hadn't hurt, those words had dug deep within her and burned terribly, but…

Foolish man. She had forgiven him for that transgression long ago.

He groaned softly as her lips wrapped around the head of his erection, her tongue flickering out to run along the overly sensitive slit and sending an electrical current down the entire length of his cock to pulse down at his base. A hand running feather soft along the underside of his cock, following one of the main veins that pulsed along the length, sent a shiver working down his spine that was almost electrifying in its intensity. That same hand, with a confidence that was arousing, snaked up and down slowly before sliding down his cock to toy with his sac… stroking and teasing and… oh she was frighteningly skilled in how to torment him.

Still…

It felt good, very good. His breathe escaping through pursed lips in something of a pant, Byakuya shifted wanting more… she was only taking so much of him within her mouth and the shock between the envelope of her mouth and the chill of the air was almost too much for even him to handle. And yet the woman crouched between his legs only smirked slightly around him as her hands pressed against his legs and kept him still. Oh he could have forced past the hold but as the woman sucked on him, all thoughts of more vanished like a puff of smoke.

No one had had the courage to go down on him in a long time, she had been the first and the last, and something primal reared its ugly head in the sensation of having her mouth around him.

Despite himself his hand knotted itself within her dark hair guiding the woman to a tempo that he favored, not too fast and not quite the slow pace that she had begun with. He was a man and the slower he got what he wanted, the more it felt like torture than actual pleasure. She hesitated for a moment and then complied, the soft chuckle that escaped her throat at his direction causing his eyes to clench as something tightened within his cock… demanding to be released. He wrestled the sensation down forcibly not quite ready for that release… he wanted to savor this.

But even as his body was betraying him, Byakuya's mind was working.

He was a fool. A damned fool.

First for saying those things to the petite woman crouched between his legs, her hands on the inside of his thighs, all those years ago. But she irritated him like none, outside of her cousin, and had succeeded in doing before… rankling at his temper and breaking his control as if it was glass rather than solid ice. She was the only one outside of the family besides Yamamoto himself, as the pair were well versed in the Kuchiki household, who knew that that bastard had been his father and something within Byakuya had always resented her for knowing that. Maybe even feared her… she was an independent woman who had obeyed no one upon her death… and if she had wanted she could have used that knowledge to ruin him.

She never had.

Second was Hisana. He had loved the woman, eventually, but it had been a love born out of duty in making his decision… and that he had never been someone to go back on his antics then when he had been younger and foolish. Hisana had been kind, and gentle, and so different to the fiery tempered former 1st Lieutenant that he had been fooling himself terribly for not believing his choice was really out of love and not simply to forget the other woman, his first love. He had, he hated to admit, almost killed the 11th Captain for pointing out the distinction… the huge Kenpachi and the tiny female 1st Lieutenant had always gotten along because Kagome had spoiled Yachiru Kusajishi rotten.

The sudden sharp feel of teeth against his cock, a bite meant not to tear the delicate skin but to bruise, was surprisingly intoxicating… and succeeded in tearing his mind from his thoughts to the sensations of his body.

Even as the small woman shifted, leaning further up and over him, as satisfied that she had his attention she settled to bringing him completion.

The feel of her tongue on the underside of his cock, caressing the overly sensitive skin and tracing the veins just underneath that thin sheath, caused his right hand to tighten upon the arm of the chair he used. Leather creaked under the pressure and a vague part of him wondered just how tight he could grip the chair's extended arm before… oh… he was going to have to get that replaced later. But the chair was the least of his concerns, his thoughts, as the woman's right hand strayed along his thigh… the feather soft touch surprisingly more arousing than what she had done before.

She had always been skilled in this fashion, toying with him with an almost cruel cunning in never keeping one act up for too long and shifting from licking to sucking and alternating so that he could never tell what she was going to do now. Her teeth nipped along him to the tip before the teeth were replaced by the touch of her tongue along his slit, working against the split and causing his hips to jerk without any thought. She kept her tongue there even as she sucked, her cheeks growing hollow with the force behind it and sending a spike of raw electricity rushing down to his balls. The touch of her fingers against the heated sac sent him tipping over the edge.

Licking her lips, the taste was not quite as bitter as one would believe, Kagome pushed herself up from where she had crouched on the ground. Byakuya was leaning against the seat within the study-like office of the 6th Division's headquarters, his eyes clenched and his breathe was coming in rough, sharp pants. He looked vulnerable and that thought sent a tendril of bubbling need curling through Kagome's own body to pool within her core. Vulnerable and the name Byakuya Kuchiki simply didn't belong in the same sentence.

Her hands had pushed open the lapels of his shirt, the kosode of the Shinigami outfit, before she had lowered herself between his legs and the wicked scar that Ichigo had inflicted to his torso was still clearly visible. The shutter as her fingers followed the old wound, the touch feather soft and teasing, was easily felt as she moved to straddle the man's waist. Large hands settled upon her hips, fingers kneeding the flesh, even as the man shifted slightly… tearing a soft gasp from her throat as a part of her wondered at his endurance.

Insatiable bastard. Even as the thought passed through Kagome's mind she settled her hands firmly upon his chest and leaned up to press her mouth against Byakuya in a kiss that rapidly became heated, tongues battling for dominance.

She had never denied him access to her body before, and she wasn't going to now… the War was over and though a hundred years had passed it wasn't quite long enough not to give what they had once had a second try.

Kosode - the upper/shirt of the Shinigami outfit
Ojiisan - can mean grandfather; I have taken the secondary meaning male senior-citizen

AUTHOR'S NOTE

As Fanfiction seems to be fussy, the chapters are taking a while to show up

This series can be found on on Fanfiction - penname OutofCompleteControl