Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Bleach Ficlets: Dare To Live ❯ 39 Noble Ruination ( Chapter 39 )

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.

 

39Noble Ruination

 

Byakuya shivered in my arms, his back pressed to my chest as we lay on our sides on my oversized bed. His skin was slick with sweat and he panted harshly. I flexed my hips and smiled when Byakuya groaned and then cursed lowly at the feel of my cock as it nudged his balls. I stroked his cock slowly while planting tiny nipping kisses to the back of his neck and over his shoulders. I could feel him struggle against the need to ask for what he wanted. I knew exactly what it was he needed but what stubborn pride wouldn't let him ask for. Byakuya needed to come.

 

Actually, it would be more accurate to say that he needed to find pleasure in his orgasm, something I'd already denied him twice. Most men would break after being denied pleasure with their second orgasm and threatened with a third. Kuchiki Byakuya wasn't most men.

 

“Let go of your anger and that inflexible pride of yours, Byakuya. Beg me for your pleasure. A few simple words are all it takes to get what I know you desperately want. I am fair, Byakuya. I always reward well when you do as I ask.”

 

“No,” Byakuya hissed through clenched teeth even as he thrust into my hand.

 

I tsked softly before I sped up the motion of my hand and hips. Byakuya could be so stubborn, particularly when he was irritated. I needed to push him harder before he'd release his tight hold on his anger and pride. For the first time in longer than I cared to think about, I found I was impatient for Byakuya to reach his limits. This little game of denial was almost as hard on me as it was on him. I'd chosen to forgo my orgasm until he begged me for the pleasure of his. I had a lovely reward planned for him when he finally did free his anger, surrender his pride and plead for pleasure along with his release. Actually, I planned to reward both of us this time.

 

Of course, I couldn't tell him that. That would spoil the game and was the last thing either of us wanted.

 

I pressed my lips over the pulse jumping at the side of his throat and I sucked lightly while thumbing the head of his cock. Byakuya shuddered and his muscles tensed. I continued to stroke him and rub my cock between his legs and against his balls, waiting for the moment when he teetered on the brink of orgasm. I felt his throat work as he swallowed back a groan and his back arched. Sensation became too much for him and the arousal that hadn't been allowed to wane since we began this play triggered his orgasm.

 

I snatched my hand away from his cock and jerked away from his body. A keening moan was wrenched from Byakuya and he twisted against the bonds that stretched his hands above his head and kept him nearly immobile. He was becoming desperate for my touch but wasn't quite where I knew he needed to be mentally. Soft little whimpers and muttered curses escaped him as his cock pulsed with release yet he felt only a fraction of the pleasure he should have. I left him bereft of touch for several long minutes, waiting for his ragged breathing to calm, before sliding my hand down his back to cup his ass.

 

“That's three this evening, Byakuya. How many times must I ruin your orgasm before you give me what I have asked for? It is such a small thing, Byakuya. Why do you persist in holding onto your anger and that stubborn pride of yours and deny not only yourself but me as well? Do you not want me to find pleasure either?” I asked in a deceptively soft voice. Byakuya was still too wrapped up in whatever had ignited his temper to pay any heed to my tone of voice and that would be his downfall this evening.

 

“I'm not stopping you from reaching orgasm. That's your choice and I won't shoulder the blame for that,” Byakuya ground out, icy heat in his voice. “Ruin as many orgasms as you wish. I won't do what you want.”

 

Utterly stubborn, but oh so lovely in that stubbornness.

 

His body was tight with arousal; his skin flushed a pretty pink. A quick glance at his groin assured me that despite his orgasm only a few moments earlier, he was still hard. He moved his body subtly against my hand, wordlessly demanding more contact that he refused to ask for. He may have avoided all unnecessary contact in public, but in private, Byakuya craved touches of any kind. Normally, I'd give him what he needed without reservation, but this was a different kind of game we were playing.

 

Byakuya was the epitome of a wilful, pushy bottom when his emotions ran high. His temper had been volatile when he showed up at my door, although to anyone else he would have looked only slightly agitated. When he was in that frame of mind, he usually wanted extreme violence from me, be it sexual or physical, to help him cleanse the unwanted emotions and return to his normal state of calm. Unfortunately, I hadn't felt capable of giving him either thing, so we'd settled on this alternate, less physically demanding form of play. I would find out after I'd purged his anger what had sent his temper sparking. For now, it was time to up the stakes and put an end to this obstinate resistance of his.

 

“Byakuya, do what I ask and tell me what I want to hear and then we can both find pleasure,” I demanded, trailing my fingers over his thigh before pulling away and leaving him without any contact again. “I won't touch you again until you do what I asked,” I said with a note of finality in my voice.

 

Byakuya strained backward against the silken cords that bound his wrists and ankles, trying for contact that wouldn't be coming until I got what I commanded from him. He pulled and jerked against his bonds for long moments, his breath rasping harshly in his throat, until I started to grow concerned that he might actually hurt himself. I was half a second away from calling a halt to our session, setting him free and wrapping him securely in my arms when all the tension drained from his body as if a switch had been flipped.

 

“Please, give me whatever pleasure you see fit, Jyuushiro,” Byakuya said in a humbled tone, all traces of pride and anger erased from his voice. “Deny me the final joy of orgasm, but don't deny me your touch. Please. I can handle anything else, but not that.”

 

Finally. “There now, that was not so hard, was it? While it took longer than I thought it would, you did do as I asked. For that, I feel you earned your reward.”

 

I untied the cords holding him on his side. I didn't have to tell him not to move. He understood the rules and wouldn't move unless I told him to. He frowned a little, when I pushed him to his back. I straddled his hips and leaned forward to kiss him. His eyes fluttered closed and he groaned softly into my mouth at the intimate, full body skin on skin contact.

 

Byakuya blinked his eyes open in surprise when I pulled back from the deep kiss and sat up, reaching behind me and positioning his cock at my hole. His low moan of intense pleasure as his cock eased into my slicked opening made goose bumps rise over my entire body. I let out a shuddery breath at the erotic feel of being stretched and filled by my lover. Fully seated on Byakuya's lap, I reached up and tugged his arms down. Mild confusion was still in his eyes along with pleasure at my actions.

 

“The game is done, Byakuya,” I said in a firm voice before gentling it. “What we do now is for pleasure alone. Touch me wherever you wish, my love. Rough or gentle, it does not matter. Whatever you do, I will enjoy it.”

 

“Jyuushiro,” Byakuya breathed as his hands went to my hips and gripped them roughly for the span of several heartbeats before he gentled his hold.

 

I began moving slowly, wanting to stretch out our combined pleasure as long as possible. With the previous ruined orgasms I'd forced on Byakuya, his control was likely on the shaky side. Because I'd denied myself release while tormenting Byakuya, I wasn't doing very well in the restraint department either and I knew my orgasm was a short ways off.

 

Byakuya urged me to move faster, his hands roaming over every inch of me that he could reach. He slid a hand behind my neck and pulled me down for a fast kiss before releasing me and wrapping his fingers around my cock, stroking me in time with the quick movements of our bodies. My eyes fell to half-mast and I watched Byakuya struggle to hold back his orgasm. Knowing he was doing that for me, trying to stretch my pleasure even longer when I knew he had to be nearly desperate to feel the full joy of his release; my throat felt tight with emotion. I glided my hand over his chest; toying with a nipple and making him writhe under me in pleasure.

 

“Come, my love. You have waited long enough for this tonight,” I said, leaning down and planting a gentle kiss over his madly pounding heart.

 

His body tensed and he pressed his head back into the pillow. His back arched and he groaned in pleasure as his orgasm rolled over him. The hand still on my hip tightened to a painful degree and there was the briefest stutter in the rhythm he was using on my cock. His eyes squeezed shut and he panted sharply as he finally enjoyed the delight of his orgasm I'd snatched from him all evening. My breath caught in my throat at the ecstasy on his face and the feel of his cock spurting in my ass. I lost the last little bit of control I was holding onto, my orgasm hitting me unexpectedly hard after being held firmly in check for so long and seeing the sheer beauty of Byakuya when he let go of his icy control.

 

Byakuya sucked in a surprise breath and groaned when my reiatsu and seed struck him at the same time. My reiatsu danced over his skin; tiny blue flickers and sparks that barely lasted for the span of several heart beats before I regained control of it. Byakuya undulated from the erotic electric shocks and tingles and gasped my name in a pleasure-hazed voice. His eyes fluttered closed and the hand on my hip slid up to pull me to lay full length over his body. He pressed his lips into my hair before he kissed my cheek tenderly.

 

“Thank you, Jyuushiro.”

 

Though the words were softly spoken, I could hear smug pride back in his voice. Byakuya's humbleness was always exceptionally short lived. He was pleased with himself for managing to make me lose control of my reiatsu; something he didn't achieve all that often. I'd known it was a possibility that my reiatsu would slip from my command by riding him when I'd denied myself release as I'd teased and tormented him. Seeing the joy on his face as he'd reached his peak and feeling his cock spurt inside me was well worth the risk of giving my reiatsu free rein for a few seconds. Especially when we both enjoyed the sensation so much. I nuzzled into his neck, kissing the soft spot behind his ear and gave a happy, if somewhat resigned sigh.

 

He was going to be exceedingly smug and insufferable for days after my little slip up.

 

I gave a mental shrug and smiled. It wasn't like it was the first time I'd had to deal with his nobler-than-thou attitude and likely not the last. Knowing Byakuya, he'd probably extend that attitude longer than necessary just to see what I'd do as punishment.

 

Pushy bottom indeed.

 

 

Author's Note:

What Ukitake did to Byakuya is an actual technique sometimes used in BDSM relationships. There are varying ways of with holding/delaying orgasm with different physical responses for each. Ruined orgasm is a technique used to deny a person the physical pleasure of release, while still allowing climax. It is often performed by removing all stimulation of the genitals at the moment the subject crosses the brink of orgasm. Generally, the refraction period (how long it takes to get another erection) is quite short as the body doesn't necessarily fell like its achieved release and arousal/desire usually continues to be quite strong.