kinkfest | Irresponsible Drinking Cures Slowness [Bleach, Byakuya/Renji, PG] (Reply)

Title: Irresponsible Drinking Cures Slowness
Author: hina88/

atanih88
Rating: PG
Warnings: Irresponsible drinking, slash, language.
Prompt: Byakuya/Renji, subtle seduction - Byakuya was convinced that Renji would catch on at some point, possibly as early as next year.
Word count: 2,906
Summary: It takes a drop or two—or many—of alcohol for things to click for Renji.
A/N: This turned out a bit silly but I think I'm okay with it. I hope you guys like it and what do you know? I'm actually on time for the first time since I started springkink! Also erm, I do not believe the title at all. Irresponsible drinking is bad! Unless of course it only happens once or twice... er. I'll stop now -_-;

Renji pulled his attention away from his paper work to watch as Byakuya rose from his seat.

It was amazing how at the end of the work day the man would still look perfect. Every hair in place, ivory scarf still around his neck, not one crease in sight on the man's uniform. Renji on the other hand had already removed his bandanna and it was hanging off of his pen holder and his kimono had become loose from him shoving his hand inside it now and then to scratch at the back of his shoulder or his chest.

Byakuya's papers had already been shuffled into three neat piles too. The pens had been put away. Not with the pencils. The pencils went in a separate holder.

As Byakuya pushed his chair in he glanced over at Renji's desk.

The silver eyes narrowed a fraction when they saw the mess of papers spread over Renji's desk and the pens and pencils that were in the same holder. Renji's desk was the exact opposite of Byakuya's.

"Erm," Renji glanced down at his own desk and then back up at Byakuya, "I'm almost finished Taicho, I'll clean up before I leave."

Byakuya lifted an elegant brow before taking his time walking around his desk and coming to stand in front of Renji's. "I see. So you'll be working over time again today I assume?"

Renji shifted, feeling uncomfortable under the unwavering gaze that was trained on him. Or maybe it wasn't the gaze so much as the fact that Byakuya's expression didn't change. "Yeah—because of the mission that had some of the shinigami in our division coming back injured there's been some extra work." He kept his gaze on Byakuya as he said it, the days when he would've felt inferior about something as simple as having to work extra hours just to keep up with his Taicho long gone.

"All right. I leave it to you Abarai-fukutaicho."

Renji nodded and turned back to his paper work.

"Renji."

The use of his first name had Renji glancing back at him, surprised. But Byakuya wasn't looking at him. Instead, his eyes were on Renji's bandanna. Renji couldn't help the widening of his eyes as Byakuya stepped closer and reached to touch it, slipping his forefinger under the cloth and his thumb over it. It moved over the flowers printed onto it to circle slowly around a black ink spot that had bloomed on the white fabric.

Renji stared at the small deliberate circles that Byakuya moved his thumb in, never actually passing the pad of his thumb over the spot.

"You should take more care with your possessions."

Renji's eyes remained glued to the thumb that had yet to move away so he just nodded. His mouth had gone a bit dry and when Byakuya had stepped closer that clean scent that reminded Renji of limes had made his mouth go dry.

If Byakuya knew what those subtle things did to Renji, chances are that he probably wouldn't do them.

"Renji?"

Renji's head snapped up and he licked his dry lips. "Yeah—I mean, yes Taicho. I'll be more careful."

Byakuya inclined his head. "Very well. Do not over do it. Tired vice-captains make mistakes and I don't tolerate mistakes. Make sure you leave with enough time to get some rest."

Again Renji nodded.

Byakuya let go of the bandanna and then with another nod started making his way towards the door, back straight and his haori giving a small ripple before falling to rest against him once more.

As Byakuya walked away he wondered if Renji realised that Byakuya had noted the way he'd reacted to such a simple action. It made Byakuya feel a touch of amusement to think about how Renji might have reacted had he touched Renji instead of the flimsy material.

He could feel Renji's eyes on his back as he opened the door and stepped through but Renji didn't say anything else.

Closing the door behind him, Byakuya let his eyes close in a brief moment of frustration. He didn't even notice a member of his division walking past, not even when said member sped up his pace because the irritated look on Byakuya's face scared the crap out of him.

Byakuya was unaccustomed to being made to wait. At first he'd thought it was only fair to have to wait a small amount of time, given how long it had taken him to realise that Renji's eyes followed him in a way that went beyond respect or even admiration.

Byakuya hadn't expected that three months after realising that he didn't find that type of attention from Renji unappealing, Renji would still have no clue and overlook any of the more subtle changes that Byakuya had implemented in their relationship.

For instance. Since when did Byakuya touch other people's things? He wasn't in the habit of just approaching someone's desk and begin touching their personal belongings.

No.

Byakuya opened his eyes and ignoring incredulous looks from the people who had watched him as he'd stood still contemplating for a moment, he continued on his way.

At this rate, Renji would only catch on as early as next year.

~

The truth was that Renji had noticed.

He'd started noticing quite a while ago despite what Byakuya thought. It was just that Renji didn't know exactly what those changes meant. Unfortunately, since he'd started noticing differences—instances where Byakuya would call him by his first name in the work place, touches to his personal things, a comment or other during paper work when Byakuya had until then insisted on total concentration—the increased Hollow activities on earth had led to the divisions having to deal with extra work. Mandatory meetings of the Kuchiki clan also kept Byakuya away for valuable chunks of time which just made Renji's work load increase.

So really, Renji just hadn't had the time to give it some proper thought. Not that he was generally a deep thinker. But when it came to Kuchiki Byakuya, that didn't seem to matter much.

Renji sighed and picking up the last paper stack, placed it on top of his completed pile and leaned back in his chair.

It was quiet outside but unlike with the 11th Division, quiet murmurs were natural to the 6th Division. Sometimes it was too quiet and Renji found himself wishing for interruptions from his old 11th Division work colleagues. Although, if he'd had Yachiru popping up out of nowhere, he'd never have learned to deal with paperwork at the speed with which he did now.

Sighing Renji pushed back his chair and felt a small touch of smug satisfaction at the sight of his now cleared desk. That satisfaction faded however when he saw his bandanna, still where it had been when Byakuya had stroked it.

Reaching for it, Renji eyed the ink stain and scratched absently at his neck, rubbing his own thumb over the stain, but from the feel of it, it had dried a long while ago.

Byakuya had touched it.

It was pathetic how the thought of Byakuya touching one of his things made his stomach tighten. It was even more pathetic when Renji brought the bandanna up and touched his nose to it, wondering if there was even the smallest trace of Byakuya's scent.

There wasn't.

And that made Renji feel stupid as he pulled it away and frowned at it.

The sudden banging of a fist on the door had Renji's head snapping up, hand instantly falling away and behind him to hide the bandanna. It didn't matter that it was his bandanna.

"Yeah?" He called out, too disoriented to remember he was a vice-captain and really should've voiced that differently.

"Oii Renji—they told us you were here, we're going drinkin', you coming?"

At the familiar sound of Ikkaku's loud voice, Renji relaxed. He stuffed the bandanna away and then walked to the door, giving the office a look over to make sure everything was fine. He opened the door to find Ikkaku leaning against the door frame, hand on zanpakuto hilt as he rested it against his shoulder.

When he looked over Ikkaku's shoulder and didn't see Yumichika hovering behind Ikkaku, Renji frowned and glanced back at him. "Where's Yumichika?"

"He'll meet us there," Ikkaku frowned, "he's found someone to play with so he's been entertaining himself lately."

Renji blinked at him. "Someone to... what?"

"Tch, hurry up. You'll see when you get there."

So Renji went.

~

It turned out that the someone new Yumichika was playing with, was Shuuhei who looked mildly bewildered to find himself anchored to Yumichika's side, with occasional flashes of Rangiku's cleavage flanking him on the other side.

As the empty bottles started to pile up, Renji found it funny how gradually, Yumichika seemed to move closer and closer and Shuuhei seemed to look wary of the proximity but as the drink made him more pliant Shuuhei started to touch back and lean in to murmur things into Yumichika's ear.

Renji sighed, not feeling the shove from Ikkaku at all as he failed to hear something which he'd said. He wondered how Byakuya would feel if he got close like that. Because he really wanted to.

"Oi Renji—you listening?"

"Hmm?" Like when Byakuya would go the files cabinet and stand there looking through reports, Renji sometimes wanted to get up and crowd him into the wall. He fantasized about it, just pressing himself to that slim body and breathing in Byakuya's scent on that spot just behind Byakuya's ear. He already knew what he'd smell like but Renji would prefer it if he could have the whole experience.

And his ass. Renji had wanted to put his hands on it a time or two. Just to feel because he had the feeling it was an amazing ass. It was bound to be because everything about Byakuya seemed to be perfect so why should his ass be any different?

"Yeah his ass..." he mumbled, staring into his empty sake cup.

The sharp pain to the back of his head muddled his thoughts up a bit more and he reached to the back of his head to soothe the pain, looking up with a frown to find Ikkaku scowling at him. "What th' hell was that for...?" Renji didn't notice the slur to his words although he did realise that his head felt heavy and that if he weren't careful it would roll off his shoulders. His neck didn't feel as if it had the strength to hold his head up.

"Listen." Ikkaku said.

"To what?"

Ikkaku stared back at him, not looking like he understood what Renji had said.

Elsewhere on the table Rangiku had fallen on the table and was trying to keep herself from being suffocated by her own breasts. Yumichika was now plastered back onto his seat and Shuuhei was doing a good job of keeping his mouth occupied.

Yeah. He wanted to do that to Byakuya too. And he'd like if it Byakuya did it back. Or if Byakuya just touched him like he'd been touching his things then that'd be good.

Like the thing he'd done with his thumb.

Renji narrowed his eyes and leaned forward, reaching for the sake bottle next to Rangiku's head.

The thumb thing would be nice. Now if only he could get Byakuya to like him more than he liked Renji's things. Because he was touching them a lot and Renji couldn't understand because if Byakuya just wanted some of them he just had to ask but Byakuya never did.

"Maybe it's because they're yours?"

Renji blinked, feeling like his eyelids were too heavy as he turned his attention back to Ikkaku. He completely forgot he was in the process of reaching for the sake bottle.

Ikkaku knocked back another bit of sake and scowled at Renji, his eyes glazed. "You said he likes your stuff?"

"Did I?"

Ikkaku nodded. "Maybe it's—" hiccup, "because it's your stuff."

"Ooh." Renji nodded, face very serious as he considered—or tried to do some considering because that's what under all the layers of alcohol, he knew he should be doung with that piece of information. "My stuff. Me." He nodded again. But then he was distracted by something on Ikkaku's head. "Oi—you have teeth marks," he swirled his finger over his own head, indicating where the mark was on Ikkaku's head, "right there."

"...Damn Yachiru."

~

Byakuya woke up to a reiatsu pushing at his consciousness and nudging him out of his sleep.

He turned, hand automatically pushing his hair out of his face as he rolled onto his back. He rubbed at his eyes. The reaitsu was filling his room but even as he fought off the sleep clinging to him and urging him to just go under again, he recognised the familiarity of it.

It was when something soft brushed his cheek that he opened his eyes to see Renji's face.

"Oh. Taichoo... you woke up."

Byakuya just stared up at him. Although the words hadn't been slurred, there was enough slowness to the swords and enough of the alcohol pouring out of Renji's breath for Byakuya to get a good idea of what kind of state Renji was in.

"Renji. You realise you are in my home. And in my room."

Renji stared at him, not seeming to understand. Then he brushed back the bright red hair that was falling all around them and licked his lips, making Byakuya flick a quick look at his mouth. Byakuya didn't ahve to steal looks though because Renji's arms didn't seem to want to support him properly and he dropped a bit lower until their noses almost bumped.

"Yeah but Taicho I wanted to talk to you."

Byakuya arched a brow. "In the middle of the night?"

Renji's eyes widened. "But what if I forgot?"

Byakuya sighed and lifted a hand to push Renji away. But as his hand met with bare skin, Byakuya stilled, surprised by the smooth firm skin pressing against his palm. Warm too. Byakuya looked away from Renji's face and made to pull his hand away but then Renji's hand covered his. Byakuya looked back up at his face as Renji's fingers curled around his own and kept his hand pressed to his chest.

"You should touch me too."

Stumped Byakuya didn't know what to say to that. "Excuse me?"

Renji sighed and his eyes closed as he gave a soft shake of his head. His hair spilled down again from where it'd been tucked back and Byakuya felt it touch his neck. Renji tightened his fingers around Byakuya's hand and moved it across his chest, sliding both their hands underneath the kimono and making Byakuya freeze as he felt his fingers brush over a nipple.

"You always touch my stuff but I was thinkin' maybe you like me..." Renji opened his eyes and looked down at Byakuya again, brows coming down and lines forming on his head in consternation. "'Cause I'd like it if you liked me because I like you."

It was true that Byakuya had never expected eloquence from Renji but this was ridiculous. "Then perhaps you should leave my room and attempt this again when you're sober—"

For someone who was drunk, the way Renji had closed the distance between their lips was with an ease and confidence that caught Byakuya off guard. Especially when Renji didn't give him time to adjust to the feel of his mouth and nipped at Byakuya's lips before sliding his tongue inside with an appreciative moan. Renji's hand still held Byakuya's to his chest and as he drove his other hand into Byakuya's hair, he shifted himself over Byakuya—weight coming down on him as Renji's mouth moved on his, deepening the kiss and sifting his fingers through the dark strands.

It was easy enough for Byakuya to kiss back. For his head to lift a little off of his pillow so he could do so just as hard. His other hand found its way beneath the fall of red hair and curled around Renji's neck, holding him in place as he enjoyed the weight.

He was starting to think that the situation wasn't so bad when Renji pulled away with a murmur of his name and bent his head to feather his lips up Byakuya's jaw line. Renji paused at Byakuya's ear to bury his face in his hair, pulling Byakuya tight against him as he breathed him in.

And then slumped over him.

Byakuya's breath left him in a rush as he was suddenly taking the brunt of Renji's dead weight and left to stare up at his own ceiling, lips still damp and swollen from the kiss.

A soft snore against his neck had his eyes narrowing as did the shifting of Renji's body above his own as his vice-captain attempted to make himself comfortable on top of him.

First thing tomorrow morning Byakuya was going to see about tightening security around the house. For the head of a prestigious clan this was disgraceful.

As for Renji—it would depend on what he actually remembered of what had happened.

Renji shifted again, mumbled something about 'lime' and then fell still again.

Byakuya sighed.

At least Renji finally seemed understand what was happening.

It was about time.