Decorum

A/N: This was supposed to be one chapter, and only four pages, but it morphed insanely. This isn't exactly what you asked for, but it's something for ya' anyway. Also, unbetaed thus far, I wanted to rush it out. Will contain multiple pairings, and will be a multi chapter mess of epic proportions, since the damned plotbunny reached Bankai.

Fandom: Bleach

Summery: Sometimes a change in positions means more than one would think.

Warnings: Mpreg, yaoi, D/s, AU, OOC, fluff.

Disclaimers: NOT MY CHARACTERS!

In the moonlight, when sin were blurred, propriety ignored, and darkness cloaked the acts they tried to hide, he had laid with his underling. It had been a fascinating experience, to take a lover again. After her death, he would have never thought that he would join with another...

He felt bad a bit, but in the end, he would never have another woman, so he supposed that enjoying giving rough caresses to a man wouldn't be such a shame, as long as no one knew of it...

Well, it was, but certainly not as tainting to her memory. He loved her still, but now, he loved him as well.

And one could not deny such a powerful force.

He really had no clue why he had chosen him, such a rough, rebellious person, so different in every way from himself, but when they had touched, and joined that way, he was addicted, and could not get enough, so matter how many times they joined.

He loved the way he was when he was used, how all of his walls came down, and he was reduced to a whining, mewling mess, such a whore in bed, more submissive that he had expected. He could tie him, harm him, humiliate him, and yet, he would cry out for more...

Oh, no one was like Renji.

And thus, he dominated him, again, and again.

One night in late Autumn, when the skies were dark, and the moon round, he felt odd when he had joined with him. He had entered him as usual, to dominate him , but it was not what his body craved. His head was spinning, and he couldn't focus, so for once, and one time alone, he allowed his submissive to enter him.

It was so powerful, so intense. His body screamed with need, and whatever his lover wanted he allowed. He was too sensitive, too responsive, and his intuition begged him to stop and leave him, until whatever was causing him to crave such treatment ceased, but it was too late, he was too far gone. He had spread his legs like a common whore, and had cried out pathetically, so shamefully begging for harder, rougher copulation...

He had begged to be used, and his desires were given to him.

It had felt so good, and when his lover spilled his seed into him, it was so intense, so perfect. He had been brought to orgasm that night simply by his opening being used as if it was the opening of a woman. He could not remember sex ever being that that powerful...

It was made even better by his lover's cries of adoration, and clumsy proclamations of love.

Afterwards, he rested next to him, unsure of what was going on.

His hands were wound through the strands of crimson, his heart raced, his chest tightened, and his head was spinning. He felt something happening, but what? This made no sense to him, was this what it was like for Renji every time they joined?

It was an odd situation indeed.

He knew that something had changed, but as to what, he was unsure...

And he had a feeling that whatever the change was, that it meant no good for him...

“Are you ok, Captain?”

He felt the strong hands of his lover stroking his back, holding his hair back, being such an utter comfort. Only Renji could comfort him, only Renji was allowed to see him this way, in this time where dignity and decorum where forgotten, and he was too weak to care...

Gods, how he loved him.

He struggled, trying again not cry, but it hurt! His back hurt, his chest hurt, his head hurt, and the vomiting was driving him crazy! It was so much to deal with! It was oddly ironic to his that he could handle so much in battle, yet be reduced to such weakness by an illness...

Something was certainly amiss...

He finished evacuating the contents of his stomach, cleansed his mouth, and for just a moment, he allowed Renji to hold on to him, comforting and clinging, and in all honesty, it felt wonderful. He need this, this warm this adoration, those worried whispers...

All of the sudden his heart felt heavy, and he shook, his chest heaving as he struggled to fight off an onslaught of tears. His heart hurt, he wanted to shake, to sob, but he couldn't. Not here, where someone could possibly hear him, and be drawn to them by the noise.

If he got caught with his subordinate...

He could not hold back the tears any longer. He sobbed against Renji's chest, biting his lip to keep the noise down. Renji simply rubbed his back, and waited, speaking no words of judgment or mockery, only giving that much need comfort in silence.

Afterwards, despite his runny nose, reddened puffy eyes, and tear stained face, Renji had cleaned him up, and had assisted in helping him regain his calm and composure. He had not so much as flinched at Byakuya's shameful appearance, and he had, in Byakuya's mind, proven himself once again.

He had made a good choice with him.

They went on with business as normal, for then anyway...

But he still felt that something was incredibly wrong.

“That's it, bend over more.”

He could not believe what he was doing, this was so perverse, so wrong, but he literally could not wait. He was so desperately aroused, and he just could not wait to slide into that tight heat once again...

Dear god, he was acting like some animal in heat! Worse, he had bent Renji over his desk just short of an hour ago! He had lost it, he must be insane. He had no right to act this way, he was above this!

He moved to pull out, but then Renji made this incredibly erotic sound, a tiny mewl that one would not expect from someone of his stature and temperament, and he clamped down, pushing back slightly, showing how much he wanted to be used...

He grabbed Renji by the hair, and brutally used him, feeling so powerful, so in control.

In that moment, no one was above him, he was god, and nothing was more powerful than him. He spoke cruelly to him, smirking in perverted glee when his submissive came to climax. He pulled out, and yanked on that beautiful hair, until Renji was turned around, and on his knees.

“Suck.”

Oh, it felt so good to be so lewd, to make his boy suck his length like a bought harlot after he had breached him. Even better was the drugged, satisfied look on Renji's face as he served him. He loved this treatment, and Byakuya could tell...

Renji's skilled mouth brought him to orgasm quickly, and then, if that was not good enough, Renji swallowed every drop of it, acting as if his seed was the finest sweet liquor. As soon as he could breath again, and Renji had let his length slip from his mouth, he pulled him onto his feet...

And he promptly sobbed against him.

Renji was starting to become quite concerned indeed.

What had happened to his beloved? He was supposed to be better than this, he loved him, and feared him, but now, he feared for him...

Was he ill?

Was he mad?

Something must have happened for such a powerful man to be reduced to such a mess. He wasn't sure what it was, but he had a feeling a medical examination would clear things up. The real issue was getting him go...

He bit his lip, and waited for him to calm further, before bringing up anything that might be misconstrued as unpleasant, forceful, or unfitting to his place in the relationship.

Renji may not have been trained in the grace and tact the seems to instantly come with the title of nobility, but he certainly didn't want to upset Byakuya when he was in this state of emotional distress, and he knew to keep his mouth shut on occasion.

For now, he would simply wait..

But he hoped that he wouldn't have to wait long. He certainly hope that whatever was making his lover so ill and emotional, that is was but a temporary issue.

He had no clue how far from the truth that was...

“What the hell will we do?”

Renji bit his lips, and paced, and worried. There was nothing in his life, training, the academy, or any battle that could have prepared him for this. His dominant lover, the one who consistently tied him, used him, and controlled him had conceived!

When it had been discovered, they were both in utter disbelief. How was this possible? It made no sense! They were both men! However, as it had been explained, it made sense, and was not as uncommon here as one would assume. It had happened before, this was something that could be delt with, and the pregnancy would be kept secret.

How it had happened though was the interesting part.

Their respective energies had combined, both of them subconsciously wanting to start a family together, despite any inconveniences about the issue, and together, they had managed to conceive. The combined energy made the necessary organs, shifted things around, and the body had compensated wonderfully to accommodate the new life carried within...

A baby.

Their baby!

It floored Renji that he was going to be a father.

“But how will it be born?”

“According to what information I have been given, my body will adjust closer to the date of birth.”

Renji wasn't quite sure he wanted to know all the details at this point.

“How the fuck will we explain it? How will we take care of a baby?”

“Calm yourself Renji, there is nothing that can be done, save for collateral damage. I'll be ill for a bit and will conveniently be taking in an 'orphan child' after a set amount of time. Simple enough, isn't it?”

He nodded in approval, trying to seem supportive...

But he really didn't feel so confidant at all...

God, he was so flustered! This whole situation was exhausting. It had been almost seven weeks since that day when he had become so worried about Byakuya, and it had been almost fourteen weeks since Byakuya had conceived.

He was so scared, so worried, he really had no clue what to do...

He turned, and struggled not to vomit. His entire being was wracked with illness and worry, and he hoped that Byakuya actually knew what he was doing here...

Of course he knew what he was doing! Renji smiled at bit, the nausea ebbing away, and he did feel a bit more confidant. Byakuya was capable of anything! And a kid would be nice to have around! He was a kid once, he liked kids. Children were cute and nice anyway, right? How hard could it really be?

He paused and thought for a moment, on what their child would look like. Would it be elegant and formal, like it's mother, but with just enough of it's father's traits to be more personable? Or bold and fearless, with a bit of quiet gentility to even out the personality?

He tried to imagine it, but unfortunately, his mind formed an image all of the sudden of a loud, brash, snobby brat that made Renji's own worst behavior seem like angelic kindness...

He rushed out, and found himself a quite place to vomit in peace, where it wouldn't disturb his pregnant lover, and after he had finished, he cried, too sick, too stressed, and too worried to play the man and hold back his emotions. How could he have even pretended to be capable? He wasn't father material at all...

But then again, Byakuya wasn't mother material either, but he didn't see him whining on about it. Together, they could do this, they would raise this child.

But either way, they were going to have a hell of a lot to learn.

He composed himself, and headed back to the office to apologize for running out and to offer to get Byakuya something to eat and drink. If the road to raising a child was going to be a long one, he would walk it proudly, and start with this first step.

And they would walk this road together.