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19 March 2008 @ 07:07 am
10 years later... Another Kaien x Byakuya fic~  
Dear Ling,

Merry Christmas? LOL, rite? Better late than never? Or something like that? You know this fic gave gogo so much trouble, what with damn Kaien-car's blob of a body and godawful ruffled dress thing. Honestly, WTF was KT thinking putting Kaien(car) in that dress...thing? Anyway, this has been sitting in Googledocs long enough. Am so sorry that it's not finished... Give gogo another few months, eh? Tho, it is all rather...meaningful...considering we met when gogo wrote that first Kaien x Bya. Here's some eye candy for you, too.  Enjoy~ *hugs on Ling*





Title: You Have Won Nothing
Characters: Shiba Kaien x Kuchiki Byakuya
50scenes prompt: #015, H O L D
Rating:
Hard R
Warnings:
yaoi, sexual situations, foul language, mild D/S
Summary: 
Byakuya insists that "yielding" is not synonymous with defeat. Kaien could truly care less...
For
: formative
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“Impertinent Shiba.” The words were practically hissed, cold gray eyes narrowing to slits as the Kuchiki heir regarded the man in front of him with obvious disdain.

That man could only laugh. He knew the frosty noble inside and out, so to speak, and honestly had expected much worse, what with the way he’d thrown Byakuya's willowy frame against the wall not a moment ago. The surprise move, executed without warning or fanfare, and employed with considerable force, had been just the thing to prompt the taichou’s steely fingers to open of their own accord, releasing Senbonzakura to clatter harmlessly at their feet. A quick kick sent the zanpakutou skittering across the polished floor of the Kuchiki’s private dojo.

While Byakuya’s eyes still registered a sense of shock, the oh-so-impertinent Shiba had moved in for the kill, eager to secure his victory. Thick fingers dug into the curve of slender shoulders as Kaien tipped his spiky head to the side, dragging the point of his tongue in a searing line across the man’s exposed throat. He felt Byakuya stiffen instinctively, and smiled against the pale skin, knowing that his wet, velvety caress had cut quicker and deeper than any blade.

“I win,” Kaien murmured into the noble’s elegant neck, lips barely ghosting along the smooth column. As an afterthought, he opened his mouth wide and sunk his teeth into the juncture of neck of shoulder, biting with force sufficient to add insult to injury. Byakuya’s breath hitched and caught in his throat, causing the wayward Shiba to smile around the straining muscle caught between his teeth. He was doing the forbidden, the unthinkable, by marking the “untouchable” Kuchiki’s flawless skin with his “dirty” mouth and “shameful” tongue.

Victory had never tasted so sweet.

Byakuya had always been a terrible loser, a fact that Kaien had always been quick to exploit. This time would prove no different.

It amused the elder brunet to no end that the proud shinigami taichou had submitted to the bite, but then squirmed to get away when the sharp teeth were replaced by a soothing, lapping tongue.

The proud Kuchiki might accept defeat, but he’d never accept consolation. To one as aloof and imperious as he, the notion was akin to pity.  

When Kaien finally pulled away from the bruised and reddened skin, he was met with icy gray eyes that narrowed in disgust. The elder brunet responded with a cocky grin. Byakuya’s requisite hostility was part of the game. He chuckled at the words that had been repeated countless times over countless years, the deep green of his eyes taking on a richer hue as he caught a slight shift in the noble’s reiatsu. The change was subtle, perceptible only to someone who knew the ice prince intimately, and could see and feel beyond his glacial façade.

Someone like Kaien...

“Oh, don’t be like that, ‘Kuya,” he crooned, taunting the stoic man further with a saucy wink. “You don’t have to be such a sore loser...” A muscular leg insinuated itself between long, slender thighs. “Not when I’m here to make it feel so good.” Kaien emphasized his words by pressing his hip into Byakuya’s groin, and was rewarded with a soft gasp and the unmistakable proof of the cold Kuchiki’s arousal.  

“That’s right…” The Shiba clansman didn’t bother to hide a wry snicker as the hardening mass twitched and pulsed beneath the unforgiving surface of his hip. Byakuya wasn’t usually this, well…submissive…or responsive, leading Kaien to wonder if the younger man had dropped his damn sword on purpose.  

Horny Bya-hime

Usually, the proud noble made a big show of resisting; fussing in his cold, imperious way, twisting their mutual desire to paint Kaien as a lowly savage—and thus reestablish his superiority. Oh, the lengths to which the taichou must go to rationalize being taken by the “outcast” fukutaichou. And, oh, how the great Kuchiki martyred himself for the sake of his senpai’s primal needs.

Ha. As if.

Defined roles and elaborate reasoning sheltered a deviant mutual seduction.

Whatever Byakuya needed to do make it all good in his pretty, prissy head was all right with Kaien. Icy glares, haughty words, pursed lips, and cheeky insults… Whatever. Anything was better that the cold, uncaring shoulder Byakuya had given him for years in an effort to deny what was ultimately an undeniably enduring attraction.

The Shiba released his death grip on one of the scion’s shoulders to dip his hand into the white captain’s haori and run eager fingers along the younger man’s lithe torso. His lips returned to Byakuya’s long neck, teeth gently easing the heirloom scarf away to give his tongue more room to tease the sensitized flesh.

“I like it when you yield to me,” Kaien purred, thrilling to feel the stoic man shiver slightly at his touch. He turned his hips slowly into Byakuya’s, letting the man feel the hot, hard truth of his desire. His cock lurched even more as it encountered the heat of the icy heir’s erection. The Shiba snapped his hips forward, wanting more, one hand gripping the tight curve of Byakuya’s ass as he ground their arousals together. The action prompted a low moan from the tattooed brunet and a sharp hiss from the other.

“You have such simple pleasures…” Byakuya responded, his slow, dispassionate monotone contrasting sharply with the yearning present in his physical form. “And it would do you well to remember that yielding is not the same as…submitting.”

The heir closed his eyes as Kaien’s canny tongue explored the sensitive grooves of his ear. To make his point, the noble taichou dug long, steely fingers into his senpai’s taut waist, pulling the brawnier man flush against him. His other hand reached for the Shiba’s incorrigibly spiky hair. A quick, sharp tug ended Kaien’s thorough exploration of his neck, throat, and ear, effectively halting the devastation that would be wrought if that questing mouth were allowed to continue on its erogenous journey.

Byakuya twisted his elegant fingers deeper into the ebony mop and jerked hard, quite pleased to see the pesky insouciance in the fukutaichou’s eyes replaced momentarily by a quick flash of pain. The taichou cocked his pretty head to the side and stared pointedly into those bright, azure orbs.

“Nor is yielding synonymous with defeat. I chose to yield. Do not make the mistake of confusing an act of kindness for victory. You have won nothing…”

Kaien just grinned. So, the pristine Kuchiki wanted to play dirty, huh? Good. 

That made two of them.

“Oh, but I did win,” the elder insisted, darting in to place a rather wet kiss on the tip of the scion’s finely sculpted nose. As expected, Byakuya released the bruising grip on Kaien's waist to wipe off the unwanted saliva. Kaien, in turn, used this distraction to shift  his position, snaking one hand into the gaps of the noble’s hakama to grasp his flushed and stiffened length. The Shiba squeezed hard, playful grin twisting into a sexy smirk as the arousal pulsed in his hand. Haughty Byakuya tried so hard to stifle his reactions with a mask of indifference and hide his true feelings behind a thick wall of ice.

But his cock had no reason to hide; no reason to lie. Even when the proud taichou said nothing, the proud length told Kaien everything he needed to know.

“I won this.” The grip on his hair tightened in conjuncture with his grip on the engorged erection. “You dropped your sword…” Kaien began to pump his hand, stroking hard and rough, but not too fast, aligning the calloused pads of his fingers with the thick, churning vein. “You yielded to my advances…”  Talented fingers dug into the sweet spot of nerves just below the rosy tip and dipped into the weeping slit, gathering sticky dewdrops of precum to smear along the head and shaft.

“Which means it’s my turn. I won you.” Kaien must have figured he had a right to be smug, what with the way the ice prince’s face was flushed a lovely shade of pink. …Not to mention the way his lithe hips were thrusting forward to meet every merciless stroke.

The Shiba quirked one eyebrow and treated his quasi-reluctant lover to a drop dead sexy smile. A quiet gasp drew his sparkling blue-green eyes to the noble’s delicately parted lips. “And to the victor go the spoils…” He leaned in for a well-deserved kiss, eyes closing in anticipation.

“Nonsense,” Byakuya intoned, the rigid grip on Kaien’s mess of hair preventing him from coming any closer. The taichou’s voice was deep, as always, but surprising calm and clear. “I granted you a reprieve, and a moment to gloat—as those of coarser stock are wont to do. But our sparring session is far from over…”

Kaien cackled. “Whatever! You’re tryin’ to say that you yielded outta…pity? Sorry, but I’m not buying that shit. The only swords we’ll be fighting with now are these.” He doubled his efforts, jerking rougher, faster; squeezing Byakuya’s heated manhood fiercely, and grinning like a kid with a brand new toy when the length continued to harden.

Blue-green eyes narrowed as the “stoic” Kuchiki bucked into his hand. “And for that bit of high and mighty crap ya just tried to feed me, I’m gonna take you hard and fast. Right here. Just like this…”

And just like that, one white sash was cast away, the elaborate bow no match for the anti-aristocrat’s deft fingers.

No.” Byakuya hissed as the other sash was vanquished, the black material of his hakama pooling around his ankles in surrender.

“Oh, yeah…” Kaien countered, his eyes beginning to glaze with lust as they traveled over the “true first’s” finely sculpted form. Taut muscles, firm under flawless, luminous flesh… Jet black hair, glossy as a raven’s wing, spilling into steely eyes that could crush a man under the weight of their stare…

Dear Kami… Byakuya was gorgeous.

Kuya…” The name was spoken quietly, almost reverently. “I want you so bad. Y-you don’t even know.” The swaggering Shiba was fumbling with his own sash now, the force of his need making it difficult to focus on anything beyond the pale pink of the noble’s perfect lips, or the rise and fall of his sculpted chest, or the steady drip of dew from his straining cock.

“Pull my hair. Tear it all out. I don’t care.” Kaien mumbled, shihakushou falling open to reveal ripples of battle-hardened muscle under sun-kissed skin. He released Byakuya’s arousal, grasping at the man’s hip, arm, waist, shoulder…whatever would bring their bodies closer together. “That’s how bad I need you right now…”

The elder brunet groaned as the younger ones deceptively strong fingers finally slid from his hair. Eager lips, teeth, and tongue immediately sought the as-yet untended-to side of the scion’s elegant neck. The groan evolved into a low, throaty moan when those steely fingers dug into the curve of his ass and pressed their hardened, heated flesh together with a quiet urgency. Kaien responded in kind, gripping Byakuya’s bare bottom and hoisting him off the ground with ease.

“What are you doing?” the Kuchiki asked, rather rhetorically. The frosty edge to his tone was a clear indication that he was not pleased with this new arrangement.

“Fucking you,” the cocky Shiba said with a short laugh. “Now, wrap your legs around me,” he ordered, “...arms too.”  The fallen-noble leaned into the “true first’s” exquisite form, crushing that peerless, “untouchable” body against the wall. It was a struggle to remove his hakama while keeping the squirming shinigami aloft. “Hold still, dammit!”

“Not like this,” Byakuya intoned, cold reiatsu curling around his senpai in warning.

Kaien easily diffused the icy tendrils of spirit energy before they could kill the mood. “Don’t worry, I’ll make it good.”

The heir regarded the cocky rogue as if he’d suddenly grown two heads. “No...” he said again, ire moving in to replace arousal.  

"C’mon, ‘Kuya,  Besides, I like to see you sittin’ pretty like that. You look so cute when you’re vulnerable.”

Big mistake.

Gargantuan, really.

...You look so cute when you’re vulnerable....

Byakuya froze, except for one sleek eyebrow, arching ever so slowly. "Is that so...?"

After hundreds of years, Kaien really should have known better than to call Byakuya...cute.

To be continued...


((this fic is more or less a follow up to: "Much to Learn" ))

 
 
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Karoliina: legsboundary_noise on March 20th, 2008 04:37 pm (UTC)
I'm fine, thanks. Haven't really had the time for the Internets lately. But it was nice to read a fanfic, and a good one too, after a while. I just read it again and liked it even more, heh. Can barely wait for the continuation now!
Gogo: plotgogo_ergo_sum on March 21st, 2008 08:38 am (UTC)
Thnx!!!!

Am glad it got better with a second read. Will try try try get the next part out soon. Am co-writing several diff fics right now, and co-modding two RPS, and writing a handful of RP's characters (two Bya's. love them both.) So, fics have been coming slowly. BUT, this does deserve a hot, sticky, probably a bit bloody, angsty finale. <333