[ For a long moment, he's led to believe this will end the same way it always does, with him alone, licking his wounds and waiting for the terrible dread to reach a level he can actually live with. Byakuya sleeping next to him would be different, sure, but sleeping people don't see anything. The tears. The fear. So in the end he could just as well have been alone, right? And that would be okay. That would be preferable, really.
What's truly different, though, isn't Byakuya sleeping next to him, filling the room with his steady breathing. It's Byakuya not doing that. It's Byakuya folding his arm around Ichigo's shoulders and urging him closer, Ichigo immediately freezing against him, stiff and uncooperative against the pull of his body. He tries to shrug him off, but although he's lithe and slim-built, Byakuya is also a seasoned soldier and strong in that right. Shrugging won't do it. Ichigo would have to fight him to get out of this and he's so tired, so tired, he doesn't want to keep fighting - which is the biggest defeat he could possibly imagine.
So, after a moment of struggling against him, he kinda just gives up, yeah? He kinda just lets himself be pulled in againt Byakuya's front, his nose ending up buried in his nightwear, the cotton thin and soft against his face. He moves a little, lips and nose brushing over flat chest and subtle muscle. Ichigo feels himself blush.
Then, he feels himself raise both hands and bury his fingers in the top, really getting his fingers in there, folding them into angry fists. He tugs at Byakuya's clothes, knuckles pounding against his pecs. Ichigo breathes harshly, shaky intakes of air.
Meanwhile, he's being held. ]
Just mind, all right! Why can't you just mind? I'd stop if you just... if you just...
[ Gasping harshly around the words he can't say, feeling the tears finally track down his face, Ichigo slumps in against Byakuya's chest, the top of his head tucked in beneath the other man's chin. ]
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What's truly different, though, isn't Byakuya sleeping next to him, filling the room with his steady breathing. It's Byakuya not doing that. It's Byakuya folding his arm around Ichigo's shoulders and urging him closer, Ichigo immediately freezing against him, stiff and uncooperative against the pull of his body. He tries to shrug him off, but although he's lithe and slim-built, Byakuya is also a seasoned soldier and strong in that right. Shrugging won't do it. Ichigo would have to fight him to get out of this and he's so tired, so tired, he doesn't want to keep fighting - which is the biggest defeat he could possibly imagine.
So, after a moment of struggling against him, he kinda just gives up, yeah? He kinda just lets himself be pulled in againt Byakuya's front, his nose ending up buried in his nightwear, the cotton thin and soft against his face. He moves a little, lips and nose brushing over flat chest and subtle muscle. Ichigo feels himself blush.
Then, he feels himself raise both hands and bury his fingers in the top, really getting his fingers in there, folding them into angry fists. He tugs at Byakuya's clothes, knuckles pounding against his pecs. Ichigo breathes harshly, shaky intakes of air.
Meanwhile, he's being held. ]
Just mind, all right! Why can't you just mind? I'd stop if you just... if you just...
[ Gasping harshly around the words he can't say, feeling the tears finally track down his face, Ichigo slumps in against Byakuya's chest, the top of his head tucked in beneath the other man's chin. ]