Note: So I surrender, yes! I said that. I'm bored and I couldn't wait any longer to publish this story. I try to find beta-reader even advertise in my review space but no one dare to contact me, gosh! I'm bored! Bore ! Bore ! Bore! 3 times okay! that's right. So I did it myself and so sorry because it may be suck! Whatever!! I like write and read and it kinda annoy me to wait...oh please don't be bother with my grumbles...those not for anyone of you here...I'm just wanted to release it, nevermind. Here, my second one-shot, the sequel of the first one if you read my story. Yeah! it's finally release yeehaa!! Thanks a lot for my reviewers, love ya so much!! I never thought many readers like the story. L.O.V.E. YA!! so this one still my favorite odd pairing Byakuya x Hanatarou. Have fun and read ...

Disclaimer: Bleach is Kubo tite's. If it is mine I will make Byakuya as my husband (Kidding bahhh!!) :3

“I order you to send this package to Kuchiki Byakuya Taichou.”

Unohana’s sweet but yet firm voice replayed in his mind. Hanatarou frowned uncertainly and focused his gaze on the small package thing in his hand. He gripped it tightly thing against his rib. “Why me out of people…”

He was going to see the man again after the shameful incident. All of his attempt to avoid meeting the noble for the past two months was a futile. He had pulled a string to not let this happen but it just happened. And to think of himself to disobey his captain’s word was liked a crime to him.

He was always alerted whenever he bumped into the crowd of superiors by chance. He can felt the man’s sharp eyes on him but he only pretended that he didn’t see him.

He just wanted to forget it. It was only a stupid game and perhaps the captain misunderstood him for some kind of faggot. “For the God sake, I’m not a faggot!”

And now there he was, leading himself over to Byakuya’s headquarter. His heartbeat was beating hard in his chest. The goose bumps crawled on his skin as he eyed the shoji door of the noble captain’s room getting nearer to his sight.

He was getting closer to the traumatic place by his personal thought and finally stood in front of it. His hand trailed out to the side wall to make a few knocks.

“Come in.”

His heart jumped out from the noise. The cold tenor but sexy arrogant voice of the captain greeted him from inside. It was enough to make him restless by hearing the voice, making his heartbeat races even more.

He swallowed hard, trying to overcome the nervousness. Somehow he felt weird with this symptom whenever he got close with the noble. By simply hearing him it just enough to make his knees weakened.

“What’s with this feeling?”

“Why I’m feeling scare to meet him? Not to mention that I really scare of him but…I’m kinda shy.”

The pink blush tinged his cheeks. Now he was starting to flush like a virgin girl. He bit his lips, trying to ease the sudden uncomfortable nerve.

Hanatarou courteously slide open the door after a few seconds of silence. Then, he instantly bowed his head as he entered the room, purposely missed the chance to steal a glance at the handsome noble.

“Ohaiyo gozaimas Kuchiki Taichou, I-I come here to bring you t-the package that you have requested,” He stuttered and cast his eyes downward. He secretly wished Byakuya would never sense his restless.

“Please, bring it here.”

The older man replied him with an unchanged tone of his unfeelingly cold voice and he slowly rose up his head. His heartbeat skipped when their gazes met. The icy cold stare of the man froze him on the spot, like a thousand frozen needles being pricked into his soul. Byakuya’s gaze was so mysteriously intense and dark.

He scanned his eyes at the man and gulped a little, waiting for his next move. Then, the man slowly extended out his palm towards him. By seeing this make Hanatarou flushed. “What’s that mean?”

“I command you to bring it here. I said it before, have I not?”

There was a slight of sarcastic tone in the normally monotonous voice. Hanatarou felt like he just being slapped hard across his face. He has misunderstood his gesture and walked a few steps ahead over the man’s desk with embarrass. Never did he feel like this before.

“Sumimasen Kuchiki Taichou,” he bowed apologetically and struggled to look calm as best as he can.

Hanatarou slowly handed out the package and put it on the captain’s large callused palm. The tip of his finger brushed lightly against the cold skin, causing the butterfly flutter freely in his stomach.

Hanatarou cringed. “What’s with this feeling?”

He abruptly hid his hand behind his back and coughed a little. His eyes were trying to look at everywhere but Byakuya. He seemed difficult too face the man any longer. This uneasiness, this shamefulness really ate him from inside.

The man’s threatening eyes were just liked an X-ray, as it able to look anything beneath his small form and breaking through him.

He had enough of this. He should just get out from there and unthinkably backtracked from the desk. “Um…excuse me, Kuchiki Taichou.”

He quickly bowed his head, turning around and ran a little. And before he was managed to touch the door, the captain’s stern voice suddenly startled him.

“I never ordered you to leave, have I?”

Hanatarou stunned out on his feet and gawked comically. “Is that so?” He laughed idiotically while facing back “Ah! There, umm s-sumimasen…I thought that you don’t have anything to deal with me, Kuchiki Taichou.”

Hanatarou kept on laughing and stopped fearfully as he caught the serious glare of the man. He swallowed hard and frowned with bewilder, thinking of how stupid was. His heartbeat began to pound hard in his chest. “I shouldn’t laugh, what an idiot!”

The man still looked wordlessly at him, emotionless as always. The small medic slowly headed back towards the desk with his hands clasping. “Umm…I-Is there anything that… y-you want me to help?”

“Yes.” He retorted and shut his eyes once before looking back through the boy pale blue eyes.

“What is it?” Hanatarou leaned forward a little, still cautiously alert with their proximity. Byakuya suddenly changed his gaze down onto a cup of hot steamy green tea on his desk. The medic perked up his eyebrows quizzically.

“There’s something bothering my mind,” he said out with a flat tone. The raven’s eyes never moved away from the cup.

“What’s the matter?” Hanatarou demanded gently and eyed him with suspicious. “What he’s planning for?”

“It’s about my green tea,” Byakuya announced expressionlessly, causing the little healer to make a big O from his tiny mouth. Hanatarou rolled off his eyes and sweatdropped. “I thought there’s something very serious…Is he retard?”

Hanatarou bit off laughing and tried to hide his giggle. Thank God, Byakuya didn’t notice his crazy look while his eyes still looking down on the object which caused a problem to him.

The medic coughed up and put his finger on his lip “W-What can I do for it?”

“The tea isn’t taste quite well like usual…”

Hanatarou said nothing, waiting for the noble to continue.

“There’s something incomplete ….probably my servant missed some ingredient in it.” Byakuya’s eyes still locked on the cup.

Hanatarou smiled, thinking that he just figured out the noble’s next request. “Oh! I understand that you want me to make a new tea.”

“No…”The raven’s cut him off and stared hardly at him. Hanatarou tensed up nervously from the look.

“I want you to figure out what is lack from it,” the captain said with controlled bossy tone. Hanatarou felt like to punch his own face. This must be the dumbest task that he ever heard. Why on earth Byakuya asked him to do the stupid thing? Is he wanted to get a revenge on him after what he did?

The medic silently cursed the noble in his heart. “A-alright but it will be much better to ask your servant of how he use to make-”

“Use your tongue,” Byakuya said tersely and looked away. By hearing this, the small man’s face turned into red. “Is he a closet pervert?”

“I did not ask you for making some obscene scene here, Yamada Hanatarou…How we taste a drink if not by our tongue.” The captain narrowed his eyes at him, noticed the awkward blush from the healer’s face.

Hanatarou sighed inwardly. “So you want me to taste it?”

Byakuya nodded and shoved a bit the porcelain cup with the tip of his finger towards him. “Please, have a drink.”

The small healer just looked down on the cup, reluctantly to touch it. The embarrassment suddenly invaded his heart. He wasn’t supposed to take anything from the noble. He wasn’t qualified to take the invitation. He won’t make any good for him unless taint his pride.

“I…can’t. I think it’s kind of unrespectable manner of me to do it. I’m sorry,” Hanatarou bowed apologetically for refusing the invitation.

“Your rejection kind of disappoints me.”

The medic gasped “I’m such a fool!”

He didn’t mean to hurt Byakuya’s feeling. “N-No… please, don’t get me wrong,” He frantically waved his hand, wondering the nobleman was gracious enough to him and he just became so impudent to reject him.

“Then, please have it. It’s not a crime to taste the tea, am I right?” The captain looked back to him. His voice sounded almost soothingly. There was an odd glint in his grey purple eyes.

Hanatarou lowered his head with shyness, afraid to make an eye contact with the man. It was hard to read the captain’s mind. The noble’s action was truly unpredictable.

His small skinny hand slowly reached out for the cup, feeling the slight of warmness on his finger then carefully brought it to his mouth. He swore to himself that he can see the man’s eyes glance at his lips.

The feeling of the captain’s soft lips on him, his wet aggressive tongue and his hungry kisses suddenly swam back into his mind, made him shivering on his feet. The thought caused his cheeks turning into red.

He tasted the semi-sweet tea once before took another few sips. He was technically doing his job. After a few tries, the healer glanced back at the unfeeling looking man.

“It has a good taste…I think there’s nothing lack from it,” Hanatarou commented before taking for another sip, enjoying the tea. The noble said nothing with his eyes amusedly looking at the small medic, earning the puzzled face from the small man.

“Why on earth he looking at me like that?”

“You’re drinking on the trail of my mouth.”

“The hell you say?”

He felt like being struck by a lightning on the spot. He never expected this kind of remark will come.

Hanatarou shockingly spurted out the tea and unthinkably loosened his grip around the cup, causing it fallen into pieces.

“You’re kidding me right?”

The healer suddenly panicked and gazed down on the floor in horror. He has just messed up Byakuya’s office with the shattered cup. He worriedly looked at the small pool of tea on the wooden floor and then gazed everywhere in searching for a clean cloth.

Weird, the captain only stared at him with no word.

Nothing there can be used to wipe the mess. Hanatarou knelt down on the floor with worry. “Should I use my uniform to wipe it?”

“I’m very sorry with my clumsiness…Please, don’t punish me, I’ll clean it up for you,” Hanatarou bowed low on the floor, begging for the captain’s apology.

He quickly collected the sharp pieces one by one in hurry, totally ignoring the noble’s strange glare on him. But the small healer was so careless and cut himself on his index finger.

“Itai!”

Hanataoru winced in pain and gripped his injured finger. His red blood began to drip from the new cut. Then, he felt someone grabbed his wrist in flash.

He looked up, it was Byakuya.. The noble brought his wrist closer to him, forcing him to stand up. His face began to heat up.

“What he’s doing?”

“Sumimasen, is there something wrong?”

“You’re apologized too much.” Byakuya replied without looking at him.

“J-just let go of my hand…I need to clean up the floor,” Hanatarou pleaded politely.

“I have a servant to do that.”

“I-It’s only a small cut, I’ll heal it later,” he began to quiver from the awkward closeness.

“But it’s still a flesh wound,” the sharp eyes of the noble aimed on his cut. His eyes seemingly filled with lust as he watched the blood flowing out from it and streamed down to the healer’s pinky palm.

Before Hanatarou managed to tug away from him, the noble quickly put the bleeding finger in his mouth and sucked on it.

He was so shocked, confused and couldn’t do anything to stop his sudden kind action.

Hanatarou wished someone won’t come in there watching the scene. He will die in embarrassment if anyone found him in the inappropriate situation with the stoic Byakuya.

The nobleman seemingly enjoyed sucking on his finger and Hanatarou’s face turned even redder from the sight. He felt burning inside his stomach as he glanced at how the noble eagerly lick the blood along his finger, tasting every inch. And the images of his manhood been done the same suddenly flooded into his mind.

Hanatarou vigorously shook his head. “W-what I’m thinking?”

He felt giddy in his rib and bit off moan from escaping his lips. The captain trailed his talented tongue on his palm, finishing the remaining blood.

“Ya-yamero, Kuchiki Taichou….I-I think that’s enough,” the healer squirmed lightly from arousal. The captain just happened to lick on his sensitive spot.

“I’m not done yet,” the noble tightened his grip with stubborn.

“The blood already stopped…please,” Hanatarou pleaded again.

Then, after seemed like hours the captain finally released him. Hanatarou shuddered with relief and gripped his wrist. The shameful moment has finally ended.

“That’s the unique taste of yours, Hanatarou-kun.”

The small man cringed “What? Compliment?”

He stared back at the captain and gawked. There was a small smile appear on the noble handsome face. He felt like in heaven by watching his rare smile. “Am I dreaming?”

“I like it,” Byakuya added again. Hanatarou flushed heavily. So he wasn’t dreaming. He knees started to get shackle and his mind was getting dizzy. He urged to ask for excuse as soon as possible even the noble will refuse.

“Sumimasen! Allow me to leave,” Hanatarou quickly bowed, hiding his red face from the noble’s stare.

“You may …..”

With that, he hurried out from there leaving the captain behind with no single glance. The butterfly never stopped flying inside his stomach; make his blood boiling with strange feeling.

Finally, he settled down under a Sakura tree with its pink petal swiftly falling to the ground. The pink petals reminded him of the man and his beauty. And his sweet fresh scent like a sakura bloom in spring.

Hanatarou looked down on his healed finger and slowly put it in his mouth, feeling the trail of the man’s lip.

“I like it too.”

END

nOTE: In this story, I wanted to make Byakuya so stoic, cold and emotionless as I can but he's actually has something funny in his mind. I want to make him sounds nicer yet dangerous and not like a pervert even he is closet pervert. Poor Hana but at least he still untouchable. So what do you think of my Byakuya? One more thing, should I make more sequel or do another hana x ? pairing? You suggest. :3

Another note: The chance to be my beta reader is still open. I will welcome you with wide arm.