hh_mirror | Closed RP: Byakuya and Gin

Byakuya's scowl formed the moment Gin was in sight. He then immediately felt confused and disoriented, and paused to touch the wall in order to steady himself. Why did he want to appear unfriendly, especially with someone so familiar to him? There had surely been a valid reason, but it was like a half-remembered dream one struggles to make sense of. He wasn't sure what to do besides stare.

"Hello~, Byakuya!" Gin gave his normal cheerful greeting upon seeing the other shinigami. Ah, it really was just like old times. Having not immediately picked up on Byakuya's internal distress, he sauntered over. "And how are you doing this fine day, hmm?"

His expression became less severe and turned almost friendly, as if Gin's presence was welcome this time. The greeting was returned with some uncertainty, however. "Hello." A long pause. "Gin."

He continued to stare.

This was different. But it could be anything. Gin cocked his head slightly to the side, trying to recall what exactly he'd done recently that Byakuya might have heard of that would cause this kind of staring. There were so many things. So he gave up and decided to simply forge ahead.

"Is there something the matter, Sixth-Division-Captain-san?" he asked, being oh-so-formal with that familiar mocking lilt to his voice. "If you keep staring like that, your face will freeze that way, you know. And then I'll be forced to call you Goldfish-san~."

As Gin spoke, Byakuya felt inexplicably flustered and awkward, unable to concentrate on what was said, only on the tone of voice it was said in. He began to see the other man in an entirely new light.

The smile he'd once found lecherous and deceitful was really quite... adorable, and he had a difficult time recalling why he'd ever thought otherwise. Those beautifully elegant hands, so long ago it seemed he'd viewed them as skeletal hands of death, they now inspired indecent thoughts. Hair the perfect length to run his fingers through (and how Byakuya wished to, suddenly), neither too short nor too long. Gin was, quite simply, very handsome in every way. More than that, he was always so agreeable and pleasant to be around.

Why, Byakuya had obviously been a blind, sorry fool for ages! There was no other viable explanation for failing to notice Gin's obvious appeal, excluding the brief period of time in which Byakuya was married, and would have never entertained thoughts of dishonouring his wife. Even the old pain of Hisana's death was somehow diminished by the revelation, by all the strange and wonderful new feelings he held for Gin.

Thus distracted, all eloquence deserted him. "Uh."

Now this was just weird, Gin thought. Byakuya without even an acerbic word or two? Not simply walking past in that disdainful way of his that Gin was so familiar with? It could be some kind of trap, but Gin had serious doubts that Byakuya would stoop to that kind of deception.

He was, for the first time in a long while, feeling a bit confused. "Are you quite alright?" he asked, stepping up a little closer towards Byakuya, smile a little puzzled. "Do be careful, someone might see you without your usual wit and charm~." The sarcasm was habitual by this point.

With great effort he stopped staring, and found an interesting spot on the floor to look at instead. The thought that he could be ill didn't even enter his mind. The newfound attraction felt too genuine, natural, it made absolute sense. (What remained of his rational mind was too horrified to argue, and it would be a long time before it spoke to him again.)

"I'm fine," he finally said, his nervousness showing. Gin was standing so close. Hesitantly, he glanced up. "I-... How are you?" For possibly the first time ever, it almost sounded like he gave a damn.

Had Byakuya ever asked him that before? And with that kind of voice! Staring and then suddenly nervous when Gin came closer? There were a lot of strange things at Hogwarts, it was true, but surely Byakuya of all people... shouldn't be acting like a lovestruck (or perhaps mildly concussed) puppy.

Gin was at a loss. "I'm... good." There was a slight pause while he considered briefly the idea that someone was playing a trick on him, and then discarded it again. This was Byakuya after all. He wouldn't agree to that. "And where might you be heading? I notice you don't have dear little Rukia with you today," Gin smiles, letting idle chitchat take over. He knew where he stood with that. And maybe if the two of them spoke a little longer he could figure out what exactly was going on.

He couldn't concentrate on much of anything beyond Gin's physical proximity to him. How easy it would be to reach out, maybe pull him a little closer and whisper something loving, or obscene, perhaps both depending on Gin's reaction to being touched...

"My room," Byakuya answered truthfully, before he could think better of it. He rubbed the back of his neck and tried to will his embarrassment away, alas for pale skin. He had no desire to bring his present contact with Gin to an end, and knew it would be very far from proper to invite Gin to join him, alone, in his room, without first making his intentions very clear.

...But what were his intentions? And when had he decided to court Gin?

"She's elsewhere. Attending a Sorting, I believe. Where were you going?" He wasn't smiling, but may as well have been, given his tone. "...It's nice to see you."

Nice to see you?! Well, it was time to test out how friendly Byakuya really was, all of a sudden.

"It is? Why, Byakuya, I didn't know you cared," Gin smiled with no sign of confusion, reaching out to loop his arm across Byakuya's shoulders. "After all these years, the truth finally comes out, hmmm? Shall I escort you back to your room, then?" he remarked teasingly, wondering if this would make Byakuya blush more right now.

Whatever had happened to him, Gin wasn't really going to argue with it. Byakuya was very pretty to begin with, with his long dark hair and finely sculpted features under pale skin. Without the usual coldness in his eyes and hard expression, it was no longer the kind of face that had inspired Gin to think more than once of how nice it would feel to defile it. But it was ...not unappealing in other ways.

The small part of Byakuya's mind that remained untouched by the magic made a valiant effort to tell him, bad touch, BAD TOUCH, kill him now. It was easily silenced by the greater part of his mind that not only welcomed such contact, but suggested a dozen possible reactions; take me, TAKE ME NOW, followed by eleven, more graphic variations.

As new as he was to the crazed sexual predator mindset, he did realise if he ripped Gin's clothes off, threw him down and had his way with the man right there in the hallway, there was the chance Gin would be frightened away for good. Best to take it slow.

"I think... I'd like some fresh air. Why don't you accompany me? We can walk to the lake." He slipped an arm around Gin's waist. He had no intention of letting him escape.

((Icon! *dies*))

Gin froze for a second. Well... on the other hand, if Byakuya's hand was at his waist, that meant it wasn't on Senbonzakura. And it seemed a shame to waste such an opportunity. Of course, eventually Byakuya was sure to recover from whatever had befallen him -- probably. But Gin had never really been too concerned about consequences to begin with, and his own thinking was beginning to get a little fuzzy. It wasn't unpleasant at all, having Byakuya's arm around him.

So he just smiled his little smile and, with thoughts of much better places the two of them could be and much better things he could be doing to Byakuya, said, "Why, what a wonderful idea. It is, after all, such a nice day that it seems a shame to waste it inside."

It was a good thing, Gin felt, as he began walking with the other man, that the heavy pleats of his hakama could hide quite a lot.

((Hee~ Pardon the wait. And Gin's response was wonderful. XD))

"Mmhm. The weather is pleasant today."

Prior to their meeting, Byakuya would have had no qualms about stabbing Gin with his zanpakutou. As things stood presently, however, Gin was much more likely to be impaled by something else.

That in mind, his hand wandered. Briefly he gripped Gin's hip through the material of his clothes, then slid his hand upwards a little, letting it rest there. That Gin felt quite bony underneath the bulky layers of clothing wasn't surprising, and Byakuya idly envisioned undressing him as they headed toward the lake at a leisurely pace.

"You've always been kind to me, Gin." He didn't mention the stabbing incident. It was questionable that Byakuya could even remember it, and if he did, it would most likely be romanticised to a sickening degree. "Why?"

"You don't think I'm nice to everyone? For shame, Byakuya," Gin chided, his response halfhearted. The other man's touch was a bit distracting. Somewhere inside, he vaguely recalled rather a few recent comments made by certain people about himself and Byakuya, together. It would be a shame to prove them right. Or was that to prove them wrong? Hmm.

In this happy confusion, Gin's arm removed itself from Byakuya's shoulders without informing Gin's brain, and his hand started moving smoothly down along the curve of Byakuya's spine, pressing against the layers of fabric over skin.

"I wasn't implying that." He feared he'd hurt Gin's feelings, and had the completely foreign urge to... comfort him.

Preferably sans clothes.

"I enjoy your company, and wondered if you felt the same. You're not upset, are you?"

Judging by Gin's actions, Byakuya assumed he couldn't be that upset. The touch was a little too intimate to pass for anything less than flirtatious, and made it hard to remember why molesting Gin on the spot had been a bad idea. Byakuya noted they were on grass, a surface considerably softer than the stone floor would've been, and glanced at Gin as they walked.

"Oh, I've always enjoyed your company," Gin smiled, looking sideways at Byakuya through his slitted eyes. "And not upset at all. Are you?" His words coincided nicely with the moment his hand slid down further to grasp one firm buttock.

Gin had planned earlier on making some subtle inquiries as to what Byakuya had done recently that might have affected him so. But if Byakuya would let him get away with this right now, he could always ask later, couldn't he?

(("It's called 'crack' in the human world, and it's wonderful. Would you like some?"))

Being so blatantly groped startled him, and earned Gin a look. And not just any look, but one that clearly said he had about half a second to make his break for freedom, or it would be too late. Between two captain-level shinigami, regardless of current status, allowing even that long was going easy on someone.

Time up.

It happened faster than any human eye could've followed. One moment they were standing, the next they were on the ground. Gin, on his back, with wrists held together and firmly pinned above his head, while Byakuya straddled him, looking pleased. He slowly leaned down, closer, until Gin was sure to feel the tickle of warm breath against his ear. "I don't recall giving you permission to take such liberties with me," he drawled in a tone that suggested he was smiling, and though Gin couldn't see it, he was.

((Why yes, thank you!))

"Ah..." There was a brief moment of tense resistance at the feeling of threat at being in such a vulnerable position, before Gin heard Byakuya's voice.

Then his smile broadened. "I wasn't aware I needed your permission when you were so blatantly asking for it," Gin teased, and turned his head to nip Byakuya's ear. Well, leaning in like he was, Byakuya was obviously asking for trouble, which Gin was more than happy to provide.

He wasn't sure what Gin said, since his focus was once again elsewhere, and words didn't matter a great deal to him when there were more important things to think about. Such as another use for Gin's mouth.

"...I like you in this position. Do you like it?" Byakuya shifted slightly and punctuated the question with a roll of his hips, and it certainly wasn't Senbonzakura pressed against Gin's lower stomach right then. Even through those bothersome layers, it was apparent that Byakuya did, indeed, really like the situation.

"Ngh." Gin's hips involuntarily jerked upwards against Byakuya at the motion, and that wasn't Shinsou either.

It was good, but not here, out in public. Gin gave up entirely on questions of how to best take advantage of this - well, beyond the obvious.

Levering himself against Byakuya's weight, he managed to force his hands free in one quick motion and roll the two of them over so that he was laying on top between Byakuya's thighs. He couldn't help the second hip thrust that came with his new, better position.

"My room. Now," Gin said between heavy breaths, even now still smiling. He shifted again, and regretfully abandoning bodily contact, was suddenly halfway across the lawn and heading for the castle at full speed. He'd always been good at shunpo, but the problem was that Byakuya was also very good. He just hoped he could make it back to his room before being amorously assaulted again.

((Gin's dressed as a shinigami minus the captain's haori? Correct me if I'm wrong. Byakuya ate the chocolate while in his gigai, I forgot that. XD So technically he wouldn't have his sword with him. Oops~))

Having their positions reversed was unexpected but met with no resistance, and by the second thrust against him, he was arching his back and reaching for Gin--

Only to grasp air.

He immediately followed, and let Gin maintain an extremely short lead, for Byakuya lacked Hufflepuff's password and couldn't guess which room they were headed to. Abusing their shinigami abilities for the sole purpose of achieving sexual gratification sooner wasn't something Byakuya would have condoned, normally, but in his present state it was quite beyond his concern.

The door shut behind them the same moment Gin's obi was undone and tugged loose, quickly followed by his juban and kimono as Byakuya pushed both garments aside in order to reach skin. Sliding his hands up the other man's back, he pulled Gin closer and soundly kissed him. In direct contrast to his previous rush, the kiss was unhurried, and thorough; Byakuya decided he'd enjoy devoting more time to that activity in particular, for as long as Gin seemed willing.

((I was assuming he was wearing the haori too since he'd been playing at being a captain still here, but either way is fine. Shinigami/shinigami-in-gigai sex? Does that count as kinky? ^_^))

Gin pushed Byakuya back towards the bed, doing his part to remove Byakuya's troublesome clothing, his long fingers working fast. He was certainly willing, and prolonged the kiss, open-mouthed, until he had Byakuya backed up against the mattress. Only then did he finally break it, in order to push the other man backwards onto onto the bed.

He followed just as quickly after Byakuya, pressing up against him insistently. "You're going to regret this la~ater," Gin whispered, breath soft against the side of Byakuya's neck, his voice lilting.

((Kinkier if he sheds the gigai for round two and they use their poor swords as sex toys. XD Good time for a ~FTB~, I'll start the next thread?))

He wasn't so sure he liked being in that position himself, right up until he felt Gin against him again and all coherent thought instantly fled. He made an appreciative sound and lifted his hips, craving and inviting more contact. The long delayed desire to run his fingers through Gin's hair was soon fulfilled, and he gathered a few strands and tugged, almost playfully. "I'll only regret that we didn't do this sooner."

If he was in fact made to eat his words later, they'd taste distinctly of semen and sweat and deep, emotionally scarring trauma.

((Senbonzakura wouldn't talk to him for weeks after, I'd bet. :D And new thread, go for it.))

Gin chuckled appreciatively. "Ah, well then," he murmured vaguely, before settling in for a long and no doubt enthusiastic night.

For some reason or other, nobody wanted to be Gin's roommate, so there was little chance of being interrupted. And after the sounds coming from the room that night, nobody would want to be living in the room next to his either.

Byakuya attempted to shift onto his side, only to find something impeding his movements. He was dimly aware of the warm, solid weight against him and it made him reluctant to try moving again, thinking he'd drifted into a pleasant dream of the past. He didn't often dream, and when he did they tended not to be anything as welcome as this one. He wanted to hold onto it while he could.

A short time later, the dull aching in his temples brought him unwillingly to full consciousness, and he pressed a hand to his forehead as he struggled to sit up. The light in the room only worsened the pain, so he kept his eyes shut and blindly felt for the edge of the bed. His hand encountered a body that most definitely wasn't his own.

A glance was all it took to confirm whose body it was, and Byakuya was scrambling out of bed as fast as he could. Grace abandoned him, he simply fell from the bed, landing heavily on the floor and taking the tangled sheets with him. About that time the magicked chocolate-induced hangover fully hit, the dull ache bloomed into a migraine, and severe nausea ensured he wouldn't be standing anytime soon.

"What--" Why was his voice so hoarse? He rubbed his throat, and tried to sound indignant. "What are you doing here?"

Gin made a noncomittal noise, and with his face still buried in the pillow, reached with one fumbling hand out to try to find the sheets. The happily warm body next to his had suddenly vanished, and now without the sheets, his ass was getting cold.

There was something he should be remembering around now, he thought muzzily. But he'd had the most wonderful dream.. oh, wait. He turned his head to the side and cracked one eye open just far enough to confirm. Byakuya looked quite nice in the morning too, he decided, all tousled and with a couple bite marks in the most interesting places. So Gin rolled onto his side (certain muscles left unused for so long complained at him) and took the time to enjoy the sight.

"Good morning, Byakuya," he smiled lazily, followed by a long yawn. "D'you think I could have my sheets back?"

Through the haze of confusion and pain it dawned on him that they were both stark naked, the decor of the room was all wrong for Ravenclaw, and the soreness extended to his entire body, including some highly suspicious areas.

Predictably, he was horrified. And looked a little green. "If this is your idea of a joke..."

There was a chance the sickness would be limited to his false body. Hauling a naked, empty body back to his own room and risking the entire school witnessing it was far preferable to having to spend one moment longer in Gin's presence. He made a few odd jerking motions, trying ineffectually to get out of his gigai.

"A joke? If I remember correctly, you were the one who was quite insistent last night," Gin smiled, more than happy to omit his own part in the horrors of magical-chocolate-induced amour. Unfortunately, his body was also more than happy to suggest another round this morning, belying his omission, and Byakuya had stolen his sheets. Gin rolled back onto his stomach to hide the evidence. Byakuya didn't seem as interested anymore, unfortunately.

"What did happen to you, I wonder." Gin kept half an eye on Byakuya's movements, not exactly tense, but certainly keeping in mind where he'd dropped Shinsou.

Horror gave way to confusion once more, which led to anger, as all things involving Gin inevitably did. He eventually got free of his gigai, which slumped to the floor as he stood. He quickly started to gather what clothes of his he could see, not caring if he left something behind. "What did you do to me?" he asked, not expecting the truth. "A pity you're unarmed."

Attacking an unarmed man after evidently having had an encounter or ten with him seemed too dishonourable, no matter how angry Byakuya felt. Spotting the other zanpakutou, he kicked it across the floor toward the bed and gave Gin a look, daring him to pick it up.

Gin pulled himself to the edge of the bed and, keeping his attention on Byakuya, reached down towards his zanpakutou with a smile... and past it to grab the sheets.

He pulled them back up to cover himself and sat up on the edge of the bed, with the sheets draped across his lap and down over his bony knees. "Oh, you don't remember? Well, once we got on the bed and you started sucking on my..." One look at Byakuya's face was enough for Gin to decide that was the wrong way to take this little conversation, even if he was still unarmed.

Gin chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck, admitting, "Oh, you mean your sudden -and quite forceful- interest? I really had nothing to do with it."

Adding that if he'd been responsible for the sudden change of character, Byakuya would still be in bed with him, was more than he cared to admit aloud.

Gin had by then had two fairly easy opportunities to kill him -- in Soul Society, and when he'd been asleep -- but hadn't taken either. It bothered Byakuya almost as much as the thought of... those things he really didn't want to think about any longer.

Yet, even knowing what he'd done with Gin, having to wonder if he'd been forced to was more troubling. He had sincere doubts about Gin being able to overpower him in any way (unless- no, not thinking about that), and in the end, that was what saved the former captain from getting bound and dragged off campus right then.

Clothes gathered under an arm, gigai over his shoulder, he opened the door and paused there. "You wasted a good opportunity." And left.

Gin waited until Byakuya had closed the door and smiled to himself. "I really don't think so," he said to himself, happily. "I really don't think so."

He got up, stretched, and gathered his towels, wrapping one around his waist. Gin felt long overdue for a nice, relaxing bath after all that activity -- and quite frankly, he really needed to wash off too. So with a happy little smirk, he made sure to bring the rubber duck he got from Stephen not so long ago, and a few minutes after Byakuya left, he too departed the room.

((XD Thank you for the crack!))

Closed RP: Byakuya and Gin

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