Red and Black Blossoms

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Rote und schwarze Blüten--ByakuyaxRenji

Renji groaned, rubbing the sides of his stomach. Today's training had been merciless. First, Matsumoto had decided to get completely drunk before training and had thrown up all over his tabi. Then, Ukitake seemed to be in double apeshit and the fukutaicho reckoned that he now was coming down with Captain Ukitake's illness. Then, Shuuhei had to complain about missions to search out Hollows, so Captain Kuchiki decided to go make Renji do paperwork to go get authorization to do that. Hinamori spilled ramen on his hakama so he'd have to wash that later. One of the younger shinigami used a kido spell without permission. Then Zabimaru was bitching and moaning about fighting just like Shuuhei had been. Finally, Captain Kuchiki had given him more paperwork that drove him into overtime. So...it was now officially 9 pm in his little bathroom clock.

The fukutaicho sighed and scratched his head of brillant crimson hair. Where the hell was Ichigo? The orange-headed shinigami had been called to Soul Society to do some nonsensical thing in the Seireitei. Not that Renji wanted to see the strawberry, but it was odd that he and Kurosaki hadn't bitched at each other the entire time. They always bitched at each other, no matter the conversational topic. Kurosaki Ichigo was an asshole to Abarai Renji.

But however, the asshole in question was nowhere to be seen, but Renji knew that Ichigo would just pop up randomly just to piss him off. He was screwing with Renji's head with his lack of argument. Abarai Renji needed arguments, though knowing his luck, Kurosaki would show up out of a damn cake with Zangetsu, going, "Surprise, dipshit!!!" Renji rolled his eyes at this thought.

The fukutaicho sighed and groaned again, pushing Ichigo out of his mind as he trotted to the bathroom. By Soul Society, he needed a scalding hot shower. After turning it on, Renji yawned widely as he stripped to his Division Six boxers and then turned to examine his body in the mirror. Bruises speckled his tattooed flesh, making Renji grumble, but at least he still had his Abarai muscles he had fine-toned over the century. Renji mumbled curses about paperwork as his hands ran through his scarlet hair, unleashing the ponytail. Long red strands fanned out to his hips as he shook it out.

He removed his boxers and slipped into the shower. Hot water exploded onto his weeping body and he gave a relieved sigh. His hair fell over his face as he bent over to let the water hit his bruised backside. He swallowed a whimper and straightened.

"Damn hot water," he grouched, placing his hand on the knob.

"Then make it colder," a voice responded coolly.

"I was about to, asshole," Renji snapped without thinking. His eyes suddenly turned to the size of plates and he turned around, horrified. "T-T-Taicho!" Captain Kuchiki leaned against the bathroom doorframe in a bathrobe. "What are you doing here? I'm sorry. I thought you were someone else!"

"I was getting my hairbrush...being that this is my bathroom...," Byakuya's flinty eyebrows rose and his eyes fluttered down Renji's body, ignoring the fukutaicho's comments and incredulous gaping. "Training?" Renji blushed furiously, looking away. He felt like a dumbass for not realizing that Captain's Kuchiki's neat things were lined perfectly on the sink and in the shower.

"Taicho, may I finish my shower?" Renji asked quietly, holding his washcloth in front of him.

"Well, you're going to have to move up front because I was about to take one and I won't wait," Captain Kuchiki stated icily, undoing his knotted tassels.

Renji's jaw dropped. Did Taicho actually just imply that he was going to take a shower with him? Growing even more red by the second as he gazed upon Byakuya's incubus-like figure, he thought his mouth would fly away. This couldn't be happening...

Captain Kuchiki's hand snaked past Renji's body to grab the soap. "Stop staring like you are a salmon, Vice-Captain Abarai," Byakuya barked, eyeing Renji's wandering irises.

"Y-Yes, sir," Renji stammered.

"And it's Byakuya if you're not around other people," the captain added. Renji nodded and turned around to wash himself without staring at Byakuya's wonderful ass.

He suddenly felt arms slipping around his body, pulling him closer to Captain Ku--Byakuya! "T-Taicho?" Renji asked, placing his hands on Byakuya's pearline arms. His captain's black hair covered his right shoulder as Byakuya nestled his face in Renji's neck, nipping it gently. The soap in the captain's hand began wandering around, creating bubbles with the scent of cherry blossoms to pop up around Renji's tattooed flesh. Byakuya's hand trailed the path of soap down his soft skin, down to crimson hair, down to something solid. The fukutaicho's eyes widened and he laid his head onto Byakuya's.

"Mmnnn, Taicho...," Renji whined.

"Fukutaicho," Byakuya replied, eyes raising in amusement.

"Please...Byakuya," Renji exhaled. The captain smirked and placed his sakura soap on its dish, only to replaced by his hand. The soap made his hand slide so much easier. Renji let out a loud moan and nearly fell back onto Byakuya. "Taicho, your hair is beautiful without the kenseikan..."

Byakuya smiled at the compliment and then nuzzled his vice-captain. "May I...?"

Renji tilted his head. "You need permission for this? You are the Captain of Sixth Division," he commented dryly.

Byakuya shook in silent laughter and pressed Renji against the wall. The vice-captain let out a cry as Byakuya pressed himself in easily but tightly. "My virgin vice-captain? I'm surprised you and Kurosaki haven't done something like this..."

Renji gasped and squeezed his eyes shut. "Kurosaki? I'd be damned--mmnnneh, Byakuya!" he screamed as the aristocratic captain thrust deeper into him. He pushed his body against both Byakuya and the wall. His back arched despite its pains. "Aaa...Taicho..." Goddamn, that felt wonderful.

A procession of moaning cut off any more conversation about Kurosaki Ichigo. Abarai Renji thought he was going to lose his mind as Byakuya thrusted into him.

"Taicho...Byakuya," he whimpered. "Mmmmnnn Byakuya!!"

"Renji...," his captain's voice floated into the fukutaicho's ear.

"Naaaa!" Renji shrieked, exploding into climax mode. Doing this felt better than being in bankai. Tension released. Muscles relaxed. Everything slowed down. Byakuya's warmth drifted deep into his body as the captain orgasmed and leaned against Renji for support. Panting heavily, the captain's warm lips caressed Renji's own. Tongues swirled around as the vice-captain pulled Byakuya into him, hands gripping his back. "Byakuya..."

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"But Captain!" Renji yelled, pointing at the paperwork. "These are Hitsugaya's papers!"

"Yes, I know that. I volunteered you to help him out since he's busy piling through Aizen's papers," Captain Kuchiki commented from his place at his desk.

"Captain!"

"No complaints, Abarai..." Renji sighed and rubbed his shoulders wearily as he started to shut the door. "Oh and Abarai!" he heard Byakuya call out. He opened the door and peeked in.

"Sir?"

"When you're done with those papers, you're done. Go off and take a shower," Captain Kuchiki said, signing his name to some official document.

Renji could see the tiny smirk on the captain's face. "That I will, sir...," he replied, grinning as he closed the door and trotted off.