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The following week, the Soul Society held their long-anticipated Talent Show performance. Byakuya practiced his part every day for hours, leaving Renji to deal with all the regular office paperwork. On the night of the performance, the auditorium was packed so tightly, some of the Shinigami had to stand in the aisles.
Backstage, Byakuya paced back and forth, murmuring his lines over and over to himself to make sure he didn’t make a mistake. He’d rehearsed so many times, he could recite the entire act in his sleep at this point. But he couldn’t shake the seed of doubt that Renji had planted earlier this week. Taichou, are you sure you wanna do this? Allow me to revise your script.
Byakuya had refused, insisting that he had it in the bag. So he’d stubbornly forged ahead on his own.
Now, the announcer was introducing his part over the loudspeaker. “This one is titled, ‘Cell Phones.’”
Here goes. The curtain rose. Kira, Matsumoto, and Hisagi sat in the front row, looking right at him. Bolstered by their encouraging applause, Byakuya grabbed the hair clip from his head, held it up to his ear, and said, “Hello, it’s me.” Just as the curtain dropped, he caught the look of shocked disappointment on the audience’s faces.
Damn it. Renji was right. I should have listened to him. My pride was my downfall.
Byakuya stormed into the dressing room, where Renji was lounging on the sofa with his fingers threaded behind his head.
“I told ya not to do it,” Renji said, stretching his legs out luxuriously. Byakuya wanted to wipe that smug smirk off his face.
“Shut up.”
Renji jumped up from the couch. “Taichou, allow me to make you a cup of tea.” He scurried over to the counter to prepare it.
Byakuya sat down with a thud on the couch. Humiliating.
Renji returned with two cups of steaming tea. He handed one to Byakuya and sat next to him.
Byakuya sipped the tea, still brooding.
“Taichou, don’t worry about it. By tomorrow, everyone will forget about it. If you like, I can create a diversion. Hell, I’ll go up there and do something even dumber! Just say the word and I'll strip naked in front of all of them.”
Byakuya turned to look at him with fascination. “Renji,” he said, “How do you go about life so recklessly? Don’t you care about the consequences?”
Renji shrugged. “Where I come from, I got nothin’ to lose. I don’t have a clan reputation to uphold, or anything like that. Might as well enjoy the ride.”
Must be so relaxing. I am envious.
“Give me a ride that I’ll enjoy,” Byakuya said, turning his body to face him.
A smirk slowly spread across Renji’s face. “Hop aboard,” he said, patting his lap.
*
Renji seized Byakuya’s muscular ass and pulled him closer. Byakuya tore open Renji’s shihakusho, running one hand down his chest and abs while the other one gripped the back of his head. They kissed like they were both starving, tongues slipping over each other. Renji bit Byakuya’s bottom lip, making him gasp for air.
Byakuya reached down to grasp Renji’s erection in his left hand. “Let me ride your dick,” he breathed.
But Renji knew better. “Slow down, B. We’ll get there,” he grinned. He tugged open Byakuya’s shihakusho, freeing his erection and noticing the glistening tip. He coated his middle and ring fingers in the precum and reached around to tease Byakuya’s entrance.
Byakuya sat down on his fingers with an urgency, followed by a pained gasp. “Easy, B. Don’t put all your weight down at once,” Renji whispered. Byakuya eased off, then tried again, slower. His cock grew even harder in Renji’s grasp. “That’s it, B. Control the pressure,” Renji said, inhaling the sakura fragrance from his hair like his life depended on it.
Byakuya rode Renji’s fingers, slowly at first, then building up to a frenzied rhythm, stroking Renji’s shaft at the same time. Renji’s breath caught in his chest as his climax approached. After a few more strokes, Byakuya’s cum shot straight up and hit the ceiling, and Renji came undone just as it dripped back down onto his cheek.
“Holy fuck, B. You just came on the ceiling,” Renji said.
“And on your cheek,” Byakuya said, a faint smile creeping across his face. He wiped it off with his thumb. Renji closed his lips around it, licking it off.
Just then, the door opened. Both men turned to look at Rangiku standing in the doorway. She looked up at the ceiling, then at their tangled embrace on the couch. She crossed her arms. “Aw, don’t tell me I missed out on all the fun.”
*
“I heard a commotion in here, so I came to investigate,” Rangiku said. “I was hoping I could join you.” She pouted, absentmindedly fingering the pendant that hung between her breasts.
Byakuya followed Renji’s gaze, which was fixed on her cleavage.
“I think we can manage to rally a little for you, Ran-chan,” Renji said with a lopsided grin.
Byakuya suddenly found himself seized by jealousy. He tightened his grip on Renji’s back.
“Don’t worry, B. I’ll give you what you want,” Renji whispered in his ear. “Meanwhile, you take care of Rangiku, and it’ll be a win-win-win.”
Byakuya paused to consider it. Rangiku’s beauty was obvious. Not in the elegant, restrained way of Hisana, but in that overtly sensual way that only someone who confidently wielded her sexuality as a weapon could embody. She’s a lot like Renji in that way.
“That okay with you, Kuchiki-kun?” Rangiku said.
“Very well,” Byakuya said, getting up from his position on Renji’s lap.
“I’ll make us some tea,” Renji said, shrugging his shihakusho back on and heading back to the counter.
“Don’t you have any sake?” Rangiku said.
How crass. Just like Renji. Then, it dawned on him. Hisana’s voice haunted him. You have a thing for us strays, don’t you? So he did have a type, after all.
Renji poured the sake into three cups.
“Kanpai,” they said, toasting.
Byakuya sipped his slowly, while Renji and Rangiku threw theirs back, swallowing hard. Byakuya watched her throat as the liquid traveled down, and it reminded him of his evening with Renji back at the manor. He licked his lips. So this is what she looks like when she swallows.
“What are you looking at, Kuchiki-kun?” Rangiku said with a wink.
Shit. She was watching me.
“You’re cute when you’re blushing,” she said.
Renji grinned. “I agree.”
Byakuya tipped his head back and drained his cup.
Rangiku reached forward to wipe a stray drop of sake from Byakuya’s lips with her thumb. “Can’t let it go to waste,” she said, “Mind if I have a taste?”
By now, Byakuya’s head was abuzz, and the only thing his eyes could focus on were Rangiku’s full, pink lips. He leaned forward to close the distance between them, and now his lips were covering hers. Her mouth was soft but hungry, and her tongue probed his mouth as though searching for something. She tasted like sake. A wave of desire overtook Byakuya’s body, and he seized Rangiku, throwing her backward onto the couch. He pinned his forearm next to her head, and she wrapped her legs around his hips. Byakuya stroked his erection between her legs, and he could feel through the thin fabric of her underwear that she had already soaked through. He needed a taste.
But first, let me fully appreciate this beautiful body. Whereas Renji was all hard muscle, Rangiku embodied soft abundance all around. Her pillowy breasts, generous ass, and thick thighs gave him plenty to work with. Her hair smelled like the first spring raindrops that fall onto the wisteria blossoms.
Byakuya kissed behind her ear, running his tongue from the back to the front of her earlobe. He bit down, and she moaned, grinding her hips into him. He kissed his way down the side of her neck and across the collarbone, taking his time to discover her favorite spots. So she loves when I kiss this little dip between her collarbones. He paused there, licking and sucking before taking another bite. Rangiku screamed with pleasure, and Renji appeared behind her, clamping a hand over her mouth. Byakuya continued to work his way down into Rangiku’s cleavage, taking one of the nipples into his mouth. Meanwhile, Renji, still covering her mouth, tenderly swept Rangiku’s hair away from her neck so that he could begin kissing it. As Byakuya swirled his tongue around Rangiku’s breast, he watched Renji, surprised to discover that his earlier possessiveness had vanished.
By now, Rangiku was bucking her hips furiously against Byakuya, who continued working his way down her stomach. He gripped her thighs firmly before planting his mouth on her wetness. She moaned loudly, and Byakuya realized that Renji had left her side and was now kneeling behind him.
“Wait, Renji,” Rangiku breathed between moans. “Use this.” She reached into her discarded shihakusho on the floor and pulled out a jar of face cream. “I carry it with me at all times to stay moisturized,” she winked, tossing the jar to Renji.
Renji opened it and slathered the cream over his dick, sliding it between Byakuya’s legs.
“Oh fuck,” Byakuya breathed.
“See? It works,” Rangiku said.
Byakuya felt Renji’s hardness sliding up and down his backside while he licked Rangiku’s clit. As he inserted two fingers inside her and began beckoning, Renji teased Byakuya’s opening with just the tip of his massive erection. It felt impossibly thick, and yet, Byakuya wanted it in there.
Rangiku moaned and grinded against Byakuya’s tongue, bucking her hips up with increasing speed. Her fingers tangled in his hair. She’s getting close. Byakuya matched her rhythm with the strokes of his tongue, applying firm pressure. He felt her tightening around his fingers until at last she came undone, contracting around his hand and in his mouth.
Renji paused his strokes for a moment while Rangiku recovered. She grasped Byakuya’s head and pulled him up. “Now fuck me, Kuchiki-kun,” she demanded.
By now, her pussy was dripping, and Byakuya’s dick was leaking precum. She grinded against the outside of his shaft a few times before inserting it inside herself. Byakuya gasped as he entered her. Warm, wet, and tight around him.
Renji resumed stroking his dick lazily against Byakuya’s ass. Enough waiting.
“Renji. Put your dick in me now,” Byakuya said.
Renji put the tip back into his opening, this time pushing a little bit harder. The pressure felt overwhelming, like it might tear him in half.
“Breathe, B,” Renji said.
Byakuya obeyed, and Renji was able to push it in a little further. He pulled it out, then re-inserted it, a little further still.
“Fuck,” Byakuya breathed.
Renji pulled out again, and finally, with one smooth motion, he fully inserted himself with a groan. Byakuya’s lungs deflated, and he felt like he might burst from fullness. Rangiku cried out, a few tears leaking from her eyes. She must be feeling the pressure of both of us inside her.
Renji stilled. “Are you okay, Ran-chan?” he said.
Rangiku nodded.
“How ‘bout you, B?” Renji whispered in his ear, his voice ragged.
Byakuya, gasping for breath, nodded. He wiped Rangiku’s tears with his fingers, and she smiled at him. What a radiant face. She’s illuminated from within. He felt her wetness constricting around his shaft, and the fullness of Renji’s massive dick inside of him. This is the most satisfying position I’ve ever experienced. He resumed thrusting, and Rangiku gasped, tilting her hips upward. She seized Byakuya’s hips, pulling him in deeper. Byakuya groaned. Meanwhile, Renji slowly eased his way in and out.
“Faster, Renji,” Byakuya said.
Renji picked up the pace of his thrusts, and when the pain gave way to pleasure, Byakuya felt his climax rising again. He circled Rangiku’s clit with his thumb, and her escalating moans threatened to undo him. She grinded into him faster and faster until she cried out, pulsating around his dick. Renji roared as he came into Byakuya, pushing him over the edge into an explosive orgasm.
The door opened again.
Damn, we really need to put a lock on that door.
“Niisama, I just came to check on y—”
They all turned to look. Rukia stood frozen in the doorway. Her startled gaze landed on her brother, sandwiched between Renji and Rangiku. For several moments, she blinked at them in shocked silence. Then, a deep crimson flush crept over her face as she crumpled to the ground laughing hysterically. She clutched her stomach, tears streaming down her face as she rolled side to side.
Sister. Byakuya stared at her in horror.
Rangiku pushed Byakuya and Renji onto the ground. “I can’t breathe. You two are heavy,” she said.
“Shut up, Rukia,” Renji said, fumbling with his shihakusho to get dressed. “You’re next.”
“Typical overconfident Renji,” Rukia laughed, gasping for breath. “You sure you have any energy left after being with my brother? I’m pretty sure you’ll need at least a week to recover.”
Despite his embarrassment, Byakuya smiled to himself.
“Rukia, what’s going on—” said a familiar voice.
Ichigo appeared, first staring at Rukia on the ground. Now hiccupping with laughter, she pointed inside the room. Ichigo’s gaze shifted to the trio on the couch, and his face transformed from puzzled to shocked. His expression froze.
“Looks like we broke Ichigo,” Rangiku said. She stood up to get dressed. As she pulled her shihakusho back on, she caressed her inner thighs. “Oh, you bruised me, Byakkun,” she said with a wink. “I never woulda guessed you liked to play rough.” She put the face cream back into her pocket. Strolling out the door, she said, “Thanks for the fun, boys. See ya later.”