Title: Closet Games
Pairing: Renji & Byakuya (Ren/Bya & Bya/Ren)
Word Count: ~44,000 in total
Warnings: M/M explicit sex, angst, language, mild kink, toys, voyeurism, did I mention sex? There's lots of it.
Notes: This story is set in my world, Monoshizukanohi. There are minor references to Naruto characters as they exist in that world.
Life's good for Abarai Renji and gets better when he meets a mysterious man in a bookstore erotica aisle. But what starts out as a casual fling quickly turns into something more. Who is this man who refused to tell Renji his name? And what will Renji do now that he's fallen for him?
After a visit to the restroom, Renji cleaned up the office and left a note so Shuuhei wouldn’t kill him later. Then he locked doors with the jangle of keys, and the two men were outside in the sunshine. Byakuya walked purposefully down the sidewalk and Renji followed him toward a silver limousine that sat parked on the side of the street. When the two got close, a huge guy with extremely dark skin and darker suit got out of the vehicle and moved quickly to hold the door open for Byakuya and Renji.
“Thanks,” Renji said to the driver. The man merely inclined his head with a small smile.
The door shut behind Renji, and the redhead watched Byakuya get comfortable in the corner seat, facing front. Without hesitation, Renji maneuvered himself over to sit next to Byakuya, arm slipping around him to pull him close.
Byakuya arched an eyebrow at Renji.
“Oh deal with it,” Renji said playfully. He leaned over and nuzzled his nose against Byakuya’s neck before sitting up and looking at the brunette. “I get cuddly after sex, and you’ll forgive me if I wanna take every chance I’ve got to touch you, Byakuya. You’re a little too good at the disappearing act.” Renji gave the brunette a level look.
Lips pressed into a line, Renji understood his expression to mean Byakuya was a little ashamed of that.
“I know,” the man in Renji’s arms replied. “It won’t happen again, and it was unfortunately necessary previously.”
Renji snorted. “Uh-huh. ‘cause you were scared.”
Byakuya’s head snapped so that he could glare at Renji. But before Byakuya could actually say anything, Renji kissed him, one of his hands coming up to lightly touch Byakuya’s cheek. Renji was thrilled when the brunette sighed and melted into the kiss, returning it with enthusiasm before pulling away.
“I owe you an apology while we’re,” Byakuya paused to swallow and turned his head away from Renji. “On the subject.”
“I think you already apologized,” Renji replied, right arm dropping so his hand rested on Byakuya’s thigh. “That bit about ‘great debts’ and whatever.”
Byakuya shook his head once. “My behavior when we met at Tobi’s was unbecoming.” He looked at Renji, and the redhead saw an undercurrent of pain in the stormy eyes. “I did not mean what I said, and it’s unlike me to speak in anger.”
Renji shrugged. “You were pissed and worried about your company. I get it.”
Byakuya smiled a little. “Is it so easy for you to forgive me?”
Now Renji grinned at him. “Probably not, but the sex helps.”
Byakuya made a startled, unimpressed noise and rolled his eyes.
“It does,” Renji insisted, only half-serious. “But really I think I’m just happy to have you. To be with you.” Renji paused and tightened his arm around Byakuya. He felt like a sap for wanting to say it, but knew he should before he lost the guts. “Though I’d be lyin’ if I said I wasn’t confused as hell about what we are, exactly.”
“What we are?” Byakuya repeated as he studied Renji.
The redhead nodded, slowly. “I go from thinkin’ you’re a quick fix in a bookstore to being obsessed with you wanting me again. Then I think I’m some sort of call boy – “
“Call boy?” Byakuya interrupted. “That’s what you truly thought?”
“Well, yeah,” Renji replied, shifting a little and color rising on his cheeks. “The hell else was I to think? I was obviously there for sex and then you vanished.”
Byakuya looked down, lips moving to form an unhappy expression.
“It’s okay,” Renji soothed. “That all got sorted out back at Tobi’s.”
“Yes,” Byakuya said, disdain in his voice. “I suppose it did, at that.”
Renji sighed a little exasperated puff of air and tried to pull Byakuya closer, but the man resisted, looking at Renji coldly from the corner of his eye.
“Fine,” Renji groused. “Be a stubborn ass. You’re so good at it.”
“Renji-” Byakuya warned.
“I love that you chose me,” Renji pushed on, interrupting. “And since you’ve been around there’s been no one else in my life. That’s rare for me, as you know.”
And were so keen to point out back at Tobi’s.
Renji mentally kicked himself. So, he wasn’t entirely done being hurt. That was all right, really, but anger didn’t serve any good purpose here. Renji didn’t want a fight – not now; not after the office and not when he was so close to what he wanted and dreamed about for so long. He pushed the hurt and anger aside, telling them firmly to go to hell.
Byakuya studied Renji in silence for a moment and then nodded once.
“So…what is this?” Renji asked quietly. He thought he knew; he was pretty sure he knew, actually. But he also needed Byakuya to say it after the roller coaster the man’d put Renji on for months without end.
“This is something that is worth rearranging my life,” Byakuya said calmly.
“Yeah,” Renji sighed. “I can’t believe you did that, actually.”
“It was necessary.” Byakuya glanced at Renji once and then turned to look out the tinted window. “Even if you didn’t return my sentiments, I knew I had to step down. Because I had to try for you. As present as you say I was in your thoughts, you were also in mine, and I knew my resolve to continue the charade for the sake of my family’s company was broken. And even if we don’t last, this is the way things need to be for me to find peace.”
Byakuya’s words were rational and thoughtful. But even though he spoke with seeming indifference, Renji saw the way his hand formed a loose fist where it rested against the door. The fingers curled, Byakuya’s body went slightly rigid, and those two tiny signals were all Renji needed to understand Byakuya’s loneliness, his resolve, and his new sense of self claimed at a very high price and probably more than a few hundred sleepless nights.
And that carefully concealed pain vanquished any remaining resentment in Renji. Thinking about Byakuya being in pain in the abstract was bad enough; seeing him show hurt in person was awful. Just…awful.
Renji turned sideways in the seat and wrapped strong arms around the slighter man, not caring that Byakuya tensed and resisted. He pulled Byakuya until he had to fight Renji or give in, and Renji was grateful Byakuya chose option two. Carefully, Renji pushed Byakuya’s back against the redhead’s chest. One of Renji’s legs braced on the floor of the limo and the other rested on the seat, shin against Byakuya’s backside.
“Relax,” Renji said in Byakuya’s ear. “I know stepping down in the company was the hardest thing you’ve ever done in your life, and you did it for me even though you didn’t know if I still wanted you. But I do, and I’m here, so let me hold you, damn it.”
Byakuya said nothing, but he shifted sideways to let Renji uncurl his leg. Renji rested it against the seat, and Byakuya let the redhead pull him flush against Renji’s chest.
“What does stepping down mean, exactly?” Renji asked after a moment. His was a brain divided: one half wanted to talk and to comfort and the other half wanted to physically show Byakuya that it wasn’t a mistake to make sacrifices for Renji or to be true to himself. Renji wanted to distract Byakuya, prove a point, and comfort him in any way he could. But for now, Renji settled for asking more questions and letting his fingers lightly caress Byakuya’s side through his shirt.
“It means I’m no longer the figure head or the person who primarily makes the decisions for the company,” Byakuya replied, his voice a little lower. Renji felt him relaxing against him by degrees, and it was beyond merely nice and well into painfully satisfying.
“And by stepping down I’ve also indicated that I’ve no interest in continuing the family line of succession.”
“Well, at least they’ll stop hounding you to date women, then, right?”
“In theory, yes,” Byakuya replied.
“Is it…bad for you in…any way?” Renji didn’t know how to ask if stepping down meant he was cut off from his family and their finances. For one thing, he didn’t know what would be worse for Byakuya and for the other he didn’t want to be rude.
“Not really,” Byakuya intoned, shifting a little to get more comfortable against Renji. “I still own the company, but I’m letting someone else manage it. I think my cousin will be quite good at it, actually. But I maintain assets and veto power of decisions that involve investments or new ventures. Eventually, I will restructure documentation to ensure that the company will pass along to one of my cousin’s children.”
“Or one of yours,” Renji said. “I’m sure you’re familiar with this little process called ‘adoption.’”
Byakuya shrugged and shook his head. “It’s too much for me to consider at the moment. For now, I’m content that it’s in Hiroki’s hands, and truly the only things I’ve sacrificed are my pride and dignity.” He paused and when he spoke again, his voice was dull. “For I’m absolutely certain there will be unpleasant consequences when my family learns of you and our relationship.”
Renji frowned a little at that. “I’m sorry,” Renji said, thinking the situation sucked for Byakuya no matter how happy the turn of events made Renji. Or would hopefully make the brunette in the long run.
“As I said, you are worth it, Renji,” Byakuya murmured. He said nothing for a long moment, and Renji just enjoyed the warm feeling in his chest. The two men breathed together, torsos rising and falling in a slow rhythm.
“I trust you didn’t tell Rukia about us?” Byakuya asked eventually.
If he keeps talking about “us” and “relationships” and bullshit, I think I’m going to have to fuck him in the limo just to keep from giggling like a goddamned girl.
Renji cleared his throat and shifted backward on the seat, gently pulling Byakuya along with him. The brunette followed Renji’s lead as they settled with Renji’s back against the side of the car, and two sets of long legs stretched out across the bench. “No,” Renji answered. “Didn’t figure there was a point.”
“I thought as much,” Byakuya stated, resting his head against Renji’s shoulder and the seat. “She didn’t call me to ask what in the hell I thought I was doing, so I assumed she didn’t know.”
Renji started a chuckle that ended in a laugh. “I still can’t believe you knew who I was back at the damned bookstore. Shit.” Renji shook his head and squeezed his arms around Byakuya. “How crazy was that for you? Some asshole friend of your adopted niece hits on you and drags you into a closet for a blow job…”
Renji stopped speaking to grin when Byakuya’s breath caught. He tried to cover it with a dainty cough, and for a second or two, Renji didn’t think Byakuya was going to say anything on the subject.
“It was rather dreamlike, actually.”
Renji’s eyebrows went up to his hairline. “Dreamlike?”
Byakuya didn’t fidget – Renji was sure the man thought it beneath him – but he did shift minutely against Renji. “Somewhat. I’d seen pictures and heard stories. I always thought you were worthy of attention.”
Renji played with the hem of Byakuya’s t-shirt, fingers brushing the bare skin beneath it. “Is that your way of sayin’ you thought I was hot and loved that I put the moves on you?”
Byakuya chuckled throatily. “Yes, I suppose it is.”
With a smile, Renji turned and kissed Byakuya’s temple and repressed a shiver when it hit him yet again that it was crazy he could do this. Kiss, hold, touch, talk…fuck. It was so new and stunning and felt like it should be illegal.
“I thought you had some ass of a boyfriend who didn’t know how to treat ya right,” Renji whispered, lips moving against Byakuya’s hair. “Some guy who didn’t like sex in public or getting tied up in fancy hotels.”
Byakuya shifted again, and Renji’s eyes slipped to look hungrily at the brunette’s crotch. But he kept one hand on the seat behind them and the other resting mostly-innocently on Byakuya’s stomach. Two months of celibacy was an eon for Renji and made sex the answer to any problem or situation. But curiosity managed to flare brighter than hormones for the moment.
“So you liked me and chose me for first-time fantasy duty, hm?”
“I should think that would be obvious,” was the reply, but Renji thought he could feel Byakuya’s heart beating a little harder. It was only fair; Renji’s was definitely picking up speed.
“That stuff we did in the hotel…you’d never done any of that with a guy before?” Renji asked. He couldn’t help himself; Renji knew the answer but the idea got him so turned on and flustered and made him want to hold and fuck and cry all at the same damned time.
Byakuya swallowed hard. “I’ve never done any of that with anyone before.”
Renji blinked. “Seriously?”
The brunette laughed a little. “Yes, I’m being serious. Exactly how many times do I need to admit this, Renji?” He sounded more amused than bitter, and that made Renji relax.
“I don’t know…shit. It’s just…” Renji paused and pressed the flat of his hand against Byakuya’s stomach, other hand coming down to entwine their fingers. Byakuya’s head tilted to look at their joined hands.
“I can’t imagine it, is all,” Renji mused, half to himself. “It must have been intense. Never been with a guy before, call me up, arrange this scene that puts you in charge. Which is good ‘cause you had control but bad ‘cause…you didn’t know how I’d react or how to…” He trailed off, unsure exactly of what to say.
This guy’s balls might actually be bigger than mine.
Byakuya slowly turned his head and hooked a hand around the redhead’s neck. Craning up he kissed Renji with a hot press of mouth and quick flicks of tongue. A sound of longing rumbled in Renji’s chest, and his hand pulled away from Byakuya’s stomach to cradle the tilt of his head, one thumb caressing Byakuya’s jaw.
Finally Byakuya pulled away. “I’m far from naïve, Renji,” he said, eyes dancing with mirth.
“Yeah, I got that,” Renji managed, trying to catch his breath. Damn but the man could kiss. “But still…took guts.”
“I’ve never been accused of lacking courage,” Byakuya said, turning again to rest the back of his head against Renji’s shoulder. “And I know myself and my capabilities despite what you may think of my denial for my family.”
“So how did all that work, exactly?” Renji blurted before he could stop himself. “Sex, I mean.”
Byakuya tilted his head to the side and looked at Renji, obviously amused. “You wish me to explain how one has sex with a woman?”
Renji made a choking sound. “No, of course not,” he spluttered. Renji truly rather not think about that at all, actually.
“Then what?” Byakuya said, a little impatience coloring his tone.
“Well…I mean…did you like it? Or just do it ‘cause you had to or…?”
With a soft sound that Renji interpreted to be as much entertained as tired of the conversation, Byakuya joined their hands again. “I had sex with women when the situation called for it. It was easier with my wife. It was harder with dates – all of which were arranged. I usually excused myself as far too busy or still grieving to be concerned with such social interaction.”
“Huh,” Renji said. This was all new territory, really. Most of his friends were either gay or straight. None of them were bi so far as Renji knew. And absolutely none of them had ever been in a situation like Byakuya’s, obviously. It was kinda fascinating despite its tragedy.
“So did you ever do a woman in the ass?” Renji asked.
The indignant noise Byakuya made forced Renji’s face into a grin.
“Is this conversation really necessary?”
“I’m just trying to figure this out,” Renji replied with mock innocence.
Byakuya sighed. “No, I did not.”
Renji didn’t really know what to do with the weight that came with being Byakuya’s first everything. Renji’d done virgins before and certainly blown them, but there’d been no lasting relationships or anything. Hell, there’d not been second dates. Or first dates, in some cases.
“So until me…” Renji began.
“Yes,” Byakuya said, sitting up and looking at Renji with a blank expression. But his eyes shone a little, and Renji knew that meant he wasn’t angry. His eyes got flat when he got pissed. “As I said, Renji: there is only you. And I’m afraid we must continue this discussion later. We’ve arrived.”
For all Renji knew or noticed, they were still parked back in front of Howl. He ducked down to look out the window at the high-rise. “What is this place?”
“The Heritage,” Byakuya answered, smiling a little at Renji. “I live on the 56th floor.”
“Jesus,” Renji said as the driver got out to open the door for them.
“No, Kuchiki,” Byakuya replied.
Renji laughed as he watched Byakuya climb out of the limo, following his lead after a second or two.
Yeah…he’s gonna keep surprising me all right.
And Renji fervently cherished that thought.
A/N: Ah yes...the chit-chat chapter. I had fun. :P