Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Bleach Ficlets: Dare To Live ❯ 24 Some Persuasion Required ( Chapter 24 )

Authors Note: I don't own Bleach and make no claims on it. If I did, there'd be a whole hell of a lot of kinky shit going down.

 

24Some Persuasion Required

 

I knocked once and entered. Two reiatsu filled the office, one as smooth and cool as glass and one that coiled and twisted in confinement. Abarai Renji looked nervous as hell and like he desperately wanted to escape. Kuchiki Byakuya showed absolutely no emotion, which was probably making his poor Vice-Captain even more wary of whatever punishment was heading his way.

 

“Oh, I am sorry. I did not mean to interrupt but we did have an appointment, Captain Kuchiki,” I said in my softest, most unassuming voice.

 

The barest flicker of aggravation passed through Kuchiki's eyes. He knew we didn't have an appointment but he couldn't say anything to the contrary. He wouldn't accuse me, a highly respected fellow Captain, of lying in front of a subordinate and he certainly wouldn't admit to forgetting anything related to his official duties.

 

“I am sorry to cut short your discussion with Vice-Captain Abarai but I really do need to speak with you before I return home to rest,” I said as I pulled my handkerchief from my sleeve and pretended to cough into it. The square of linen hid my smirk and I made a small, distressed noise when I looked down at the blood spattered on the snowy cloth. Abarai looked worried when he saw the soiled handkerchief.

 

“We'll continue this discussion tomorrow, Renji,” Kuchiki's voice said he wouldn't forget about whatever planned discipline he had for his Vice-Captain.

 

Renji nodded sharply to his Captain and gave me a concerned look before he dipped his head at me. His eyes widened in surprise when I turned my head and winked at him but he didn't stop his hasty escape from the office. I whispered a word as soon as the door closed, using Renji's volatile reiatsu to cover my use of kido to seal the door to others. With any luck, that small surge of reiatsu wouldn't be noticed. Kuchiki straightened already straight papers on his desk, not even looking up at me when he spoke.

 

“Are you actually feeling ill or was that a lie, too?”

 

“I am chronically ill but, I feel fine at the moment. I thought you would need a little persuasion to let Abarai go before burying him in paperwork,” I said as I walked around his desk and sat on the corner, my foot brushing deliberately against his leg.

 

“He understood that he'd still have to keep up his duties here while he was in the real world. He's been delinquent in his duties. You're sure you're alright?” Byakuya asked the tips of his fingers inching across his desk to brush against my thigh.

 

“Yes, love,” I said leaning down and pressing an affectionate kiss to his lips.

 

Byakuya responded my kiss for several seconds before remembering where he was and what he was doing. He pulled away, a bright red flush on his cheeks. He stammered and straightened his already neat papers again. His glance slid to the door then back to me and he cleared his throat. He was so adorable when he was flustered.

 

“Don't do that. Anybody could walk in.”

 

“Oh come on, love, be a little adventurous,” I brushed my lips over his ear when I spoke, nibbling on the lobe. Byakuya exhaled softly and shivered. “Would you not find it exciting to be bent over your desk, me sliding in and out of your ass knowing that somebody could walk in at any moment?”

 

If I didn't know him as well as I did, I'd have never noticed the almost imperceptible spike in his reiatsu. Despite what he said, he loved the idea of being bent over his desk and fucked hard where anyone could walk in on us. In public, Kuchiki Byakuya was the epitome of restrained, noble breeding. In private, he showed me a wickedly sharp sense of humour combined with an adventurous sexual appetite. I adored him and the intoxicating contrasts of his personality.

 

I slipped a finger under his scarf, encountering a thin, smooth silk rope circling his throat. Byakuya gave a tiny shiver and his breathing quickened at the touch. I smiled slowly. He was making this far too easy for me. I stopped touching him and folded my arms across my chest. Easy or not, I'd be a fool to let this opportunity pass by.

 

“Get up, drop your pants and bend over,” I said in a firm voice.

 

Byakuya looked at me in surprise and blinked slowly, the cold grey of his eyes turning into silver heat. I don't think he actually expected me to command him to drop his pants. His eyes darted to the door before settling back on my face. He made no move to do what I told him too. He needed more persuasion than my simply commanding him but, I expected this reaction. It was part of the games we enjoyed playing with each other.

 

“Do not make me repeat myself, Byakuya. Things will go rather roughly for you later this evening if you do not do as you are told now.”

 

The barest hint of a smile teased the corner of his mouth but he still didn't make any move to do what I'd said. Ah, so he wanted to play like that this evening. I made a mental note to set out some of our more serious toys for later that night. I gave a mock sigh at his disobedience and stood, moving behind him. I gripped the edges of his kimono at the neck, yanking it open and off his shoulders. His arms were now trapped by the layers of the heavy fabric and a delicate little shiver passed through him. I smiled at his reaction and the sight of the thin silk ropes that trailed down his spine and disappeared into the back of his hakama.

 

I unwound the scarf from his neck and set it carefully on the far edge of his desk, away from possible harm. With the scarf gone, I could easily see what hid beneath it from everybody's eyes but mine. My cock fully hardened, as I'm sure he knew it would, when I saw the rope choker. I stroked my fingers over the knotted rope around his throat and down the tails on his back, a pleased sound winding from my throat.

 

There were four knots in the thin red silk; one for every decade we'd been a couple. One tail was black and one white with the tips of the tassels brushing against his ass. I'd given him the collar on our first anniversary. It was one of his favourites and one he wore when he felt the need to have someone else in command and restraining him without having to actually make the request himself. I moved his hair away from the nape of his neck and kissed him gently.

 

“As you wish, love,” I said in a soft whisper even as my hand fisted in the back of his bunched-up uniform and jerked him from his seat.

 

We both knew that he could have fought me and probably won free. This wasn't about actual violence but the illusion of it and the need in Byakuya to have the impression of his icy control wrenched from him. I gripped the cords trailing down his back with one hand and gave them a sharp tug, the rope pressing briefly against his throat.

 

“Drop your pants, Byakuya. Now,” I said, my voice switching into the one I used when I wanted my men to obey me without question.

 

The pleasured sigh that left Byakuya's throat was so quiet, I wouldn't have heard it if I hadn't been listening for it. He rolled his shoulders to free his arms from the folds of his kimono and haori. A few quick tugs had his clothes slithering down his body to puddle at our feet. I twitched the cords in my hand, grinning broadly when another shiver of pleasure worked through his body at the ticklish touch of the tassels against the skin of his ass and the tightening of the rope against his throat.

 

I grabbed his arm and brought it behind his back, looping one of the ropes around his wrist before grabbing his other arm and repeating the process. A loose knot secured his hands. His breathing was coming faster and despite the slack I'd given him in the rope, he was pulling against it, tightening the press of it against his throat. I moved around to his front and cupped his face in my hands, gentling my voice again.

 

“Later for that kind of intense play, love. I had a mild coughing fit before I came here.”

 

His eyes narrowed. I probably shouldn't have told him that but I didn't feel I could safely give him what he was silently asking me for at the moment. “Jyuushiro….”

 

“I am fine for some light fun. I will rest after this and then we can play like you want this evening,” I kissed the hollow of his throat and stepped back around him.

 

Byakuya muttered about my stupidity in pushing myself but didn't demand I free him. He knew I understood the limits of my body and wouldn't drive myself past those limits because it upset him. He gasped when I shoved him forward, hard. He grunted when his chest connected with the desk, scattering his papers and turned his head to glare at me over his shoulder. I smiled sweetly at him, pressing a hand firmly against his lower back as I opened one of the drawers in his desk, taking out the lube he kept there at my insistence. It amused me to no end that I'd managed to persuade the prim and proper Kuchiki Byakuya to keep lube for random sexual encounters in his desk.

 

I flipped the cap and drizzled a more than healthy amount over the crack of his ass. He squawked a protest at the amount and the cool feeling. I smeared the lube between his cheeks, pushing two fingers inside him without warning. He groaned and bit his lip even as he raised his hips for more. He enjoyed being dominated sexually as much as I enjoyed dominating him. I fumbled one-handed with the ties to my hakama. The sounds of encouragement he was making and the highly erotic sight of him bent over his desk, slicked and ready for me to sink my cock into his ass, making me uncoordinated. Byakuya sent a sly look at me and snickered when I struggled with the tie. I laid a stinging swat to his ass with my lube covered hand that forced a gasp and then a moan from him. The tie finally came free and I stroked myself quickly, coating my cock well before pressing against his barely prepared hole.

 

A sharp jerk of my hips had me buried to the hilt in one thrust. Byakuya's breath shuddered out of him. His muscles clenched and his fingers curled into fists. I stayed perfectly still until he relaxed and hummed in pleasure, wriggling his hips for me to continue. I slowly drew a finger down his spine between the two strands of rope and pulled almost the entire way out, smirking a little when he clenched the muscles of his ass in an attempt to keep my cock inside him. I gripped his hips and set a fast, hard pace, changing the angle of my thrusts until I heard Byakuya bite off a cry of deep pleasure when my cock stabbed his prostate.

 

“Come, Byakuya. Concentrate on the feel of me filling your ass and making lust rush through your system,” I said in a commanding voice while flicking my reiatsu like a lash over his skin.

 

Byakuya groaned and his hands spasmed. His eyes slid closed and tiny shivers worked over his skin as I gently whipped him with my reiatsu and fucked him hard; the dual sensations of rough and soft warring through his body in a way I knew he adored. His body started to tense under me as he fought the urge to orgasm. I let go of his hip and gave little tugs to the cord around his throat. His eyes flew open in surprise as I rode him hard and gave him a small measure of what he'd wanted from me earlier. His mouth opened and his breath rasped out as his body tightened almost painfully around my cock. No sound escaped his throat as his peak broke over him.

 

The muscles in his arms stood out in sharp relief for several seconds, every nerve stretched tight with release before going lax. His eyes fluttered closed and a satisfied smile graced his face. I let go of my control over my desire and groaned, my fingers digging into his hip with the intense joy of my orgasm. Byakuya inhaled sharply at the feel of me spurting inside him and the muscles of his ass fluttered over my cock. Pleasure shot up my spine and I ground my hips against his ass, panting harshly.

 

I forced my fingers to undo the simple knot tying Byakuya's hands before wrapping my arms around his waist and dropping into his chair with him in my lap. We both groaned softly at the shifting of my cock in his ass and I buried my face against his back as I tried to hold back the cough I could feel building in my chest. He was going to give me hell for doing more than I should have if that cough managed to escape. He sighed softly, stood and gripped my chin with strong fingers.

 

“You pushed yourself too hard, didn't you?” there was exasperation in his voice even as he reached for my sleeve and the handkerchief he knew I kept there.

 

He passed me the linen and stepped back. I refused to meet his eyes as the coughing fit I'd tried to hold back wracked my body. When it stopped, I sagged in his chair and panted to catch my breath again. Byakuya dressed while I'd been coughing and now frowned at me. He pulled me from the chair, supporting me as he pulled my hakama up and tied it in place. He slipped his arms under my legs, lifting me snug against his chest.

 

“Idiot,” he muttered as he headed for the door. His eyebrows rose in surprise when he was stopped by the kido sealing the door. I smiled and dispelled the demon art. Like I would have allowed him to be caught in a potentially embarrassing position.

 

“But it was very much worth it, love,” I said softly, stroking a hand that only shook slightly in weakness over his cheek. “I swear I will rest for the whole afternoon, Byakuya. I will be fine by this evening.”

 

Byakuya frowned at me and turned his face to press his lips to my palm in a tender kiss. As much as I loved the meaning behind the gesture, I couldn't help my sigh. I knew he was feeling guilty over my coughing episode brought on by our activity even though I'd been the one to instigate our encounter. There would be no loving between us tonight if Byakuya had his way, his over-protective instincts triggered by my little coughing fit. He'd let me snuggle with him and maybe some petting and kissing but, would draw the line at any kind of real physical activity, not wanting me to strain myself. That he wanted and, probably needed, some intense play would be ignored in favour of coddling me.

 

A smile slowly teased my lips as I relaxed into the warmth of his embrace. I could turn a cuddle session into something more. I'd done it many times before and it'd take patience but, I had that in spades. Convincing Byakuya to go along with sexual games was always erotic as hell and vastly rewarding. I laughed softly, pulling Byakuya into a quick kiss before we left his office, closing my eyes and letting him carry me back to my home. When dealing with Byakuya, there was always some persuasion required.