Paris. The beautiful La Ville-Lumière -the City of Light. Elysium to love and romance and the arts. From where they sat, having tea in a resplendent outdoor cafe, that tower called the Eiffel stood in all majesty from a distance, the added view of the River Seine painting for them an almost surreal scenery, especially to the shinigamis present, who've never even been to such a location although of course they were not so naive about its existence.

They sat around a quaint circular table, cakes served (the fad having grown on Byakuya by now surprisingly and he was eating his share), cups full or refilled, several bags and boxes of gifts piled on the floor beneath and between them. The guests wore some of the magnificent trinkets picked from the shops by the three Gods who were blithely playing their consorts for the day.

It was tiring, the effort of walking, especially as they were bound in their Gigais for at least a few more hours, following these unearthly beings as they'd visited the Louvre, the Arc de Triomphe, Notre Dame, the Bastille, Avenue des Champs-Élysées and other historical and artistic locations where (upon Aizen-sama's insistence (naturally of course) they had indulged in aesthetics and the principles of it.

Despite not entirely understanding all the concepts shown them, the little sojourns proved to be a welcome delight especially to the shinigamis whom have suddenly been taken beyond the four walls of their responsibilities into a world of possibilities, the tours showing them that there was more to the Human World they knew of other than War with the Hueco and its denizens, and strife in Soul Society and its members.

Ichigo-sama confided with Renji, "I always wanted to pursue an education here. Paris is so beautiful."

The crimson-haired fukutaichou asked, "Then why don't you?"

The question made the strawberry laugh. "Well, between being a God of War, a prince and my own studies in the Citadel, I'm already neck-deep. Wouldn't be able to find a schedule for other pursuits even if I wanted," he eyed his two lovers talking with the Sixth Division taichou about the painting of Mona Lisa.

Then he added in a murmur, "Besides, having them both around keeps me even busier - at night."

Renji blushed as he easily grasped what that meant, mind painting for him the erotic picture Ichigo suggested, making the War God laugh again. The latter grabbed his companion gently by the hand, mindful to quiet down his own strength, remembering that this being was human for at least another twelve hours.

"Come on. Let me show you my favourite painting," and he dragged the shinigami along through the aisle of the museum…

After the excursions, they'd also gone shopping, perusing into the various branded stores, boutiques and shops that lined the lovely and promptly coiffured stone streets of the city, buying in excess some fashions from Triangle d'Or (a place Renji couldn't even pronounce right) formals, casuals, expensive accessories all paid for by black cards from the Gods' pockets, Byakuya and Renji wondering, as it seemed unusual to find a deity not even of this world to actually possess something as human as a credit card.

"What? I even have a passport to Timbuktu," smiled Ichigo, lounging alone on the white leather couch, Gin and Aizen playing dress-up with their guests,ordering various articles of clothing off the shelves to be fitted by both captain and adjutant.

"Where's that?" the fukutaichou asked, turning a head towards the other. He'd been finding conversations with the strawberry enjoyable, perhaps because they seem to be nearly the same age.

Gin-sama eased that stare back to meet his however. "Nu-uh dearest. Your attention here first," he crooned, checking how the expensive Givenchy suit looked on that body, his feline form close enough that Renji could smell a sweet yet faint personal perfume, and feel those hands lovingly smoothing the fabric over.

Damn these Gods. They were so sexy. And Byakuya seemed to be thinking the same thing, biting his tongue maybe as he kept very still and quiet, Aizen-sama doing the very same thing as Gin, fitting him with another jacket, having thrown the last one into the heap for payment later…

They were spoiled by the three today, getting dressed in the finest of clothing to their approval, indulged to an excess that Byakuya's head spinned as he listened to Ichigo transact in the local dialect (too romantic it made him blush however he denied it) about an artwork so costly it would take perhaps years of a captain's salary to cover.

They cruised in a Bentley, and that other car called a Porsche, Gin-sama loving the rush, revving the vehicle at break-neck speed through the twists of the capital, the action winding down but briefly for a cool bottle of wine and lunch, then off again to other activities arranged by the powerful triad. They were off to pick a new acquisition in a heartbeat, to a chateau actually located in the French Riviera which the Gods intend to purchase next time, for whatever purpose still unbeknownst…

It was late when they at last sat, the two already an exhausted though fine sight, amongst a troupe of rich princes soaking up the view, their presence the topic of whispering French girls gossiping on a separate table. Gin teased both Renji and Ichigo about the Eiffel being an iconic structure that paid homage to the male penis, the fukutaichou blushing, having only come into terms with his own desires last night.

Byakuya was more the composed businessman, engaging the High God in more relevant conversation but whose slate gray eyes wandered secretly over and warmly at his newly-acquired, crimson-haired love, mind agreeing that Renji was at par with all them, his bodily markings presenting an eccentric appeal as tasteful though perhaps only a level below Ichigo-sama's whose beauty was undeniably of heavenly standards.

"Nice view, isn't it?" the Lord referred to both the scenery and the laughing lieutenant, their own Ichigo with his amazing smile, and of course his eternally-stunning silver. The taichou simply lowered his gaze, but it was so very easy to read his mind.

Byakuya remembered last night, the flash of a gorgeously tattooed body, stretched to its limits beneath him, moaning as he rammed into it over and over…the burst of red hair as Renji threw his head back, lost in pure, desperate ecstasy, totally at his mercy.

He decided to change the topic, more on account of decency, refusing to let his mind scatter like his Senbonzakura. Instead he commented, "This seems excessive," as he gestured towards the gifts bestowed them by the three.

Aizen merely laughed. "Are you the sort to always want a reason? You really need purpose for everything don't you, taichou?"

The High God's graceful hand reached and ran a trail of two fingers down the side of his face; a gesture which the other surprisingly accepted - to the disappointment and intrigue of the French girls watching.

"Oh so they're a couple?" they spoke in French, more interested it seemed at the idea. Women.

"Can I not ask?" Byakuya challenged.

The Lord met his gaze. "I haven't forbidden it thus far, have I? But then to give you a reason, you won my favour. I hope that's enough."

So beautiful, those noble eyes looking back at him with such quarreling moralism, arguing even now regarding the facts of what happened last night. A pity Aizen-sama could not tarry this lovely shinigami (as well as his lieutenant) with them back to the Citadel. He'd look even more lovely in a full set of royal robes certainly, longer hair, gold and treasures…a demi-god's body as his golden brown eyes looked the captain down…

In unison, Ichigo and Gin mentally scolded, Don't even think about it Sousuke, each casting him an exasperated glance. Although 'loving' the idea themselves, the other Gods agreed their two guests would be better off back in Soul Society.

Don't worry my beauties, Aizen smiled, raising his cup to toast his two favourites, Ichigo having scowled at him now, Renji beside him grimacing, feeling as if he'd missed whatever it was that was going on. The silver gave a dismissive cough, clearing his throat, pulling his sleeves back to check on the timepiece gifted him by Ichigo. The thing costs thousands of Euros.

"Looks like we have to go," it was for them all a signal that marked the need to part ways despite the fact that they were having such a splendid time together.

"Where will you be going? Back to the Citadel?" asked Renji.

It was Aizen-sama who answered, "Aspen. Ichigo wants to go there next.

"We are really in no hurry to go home…"

The shinigami wished it wasn't the case for them, looking at his captain who merely shook his head. They both knew their sudden disappearance had probably caused a stir in Seireitei since everyone had expected them back by the afternoon of yesterday but did not.

Simply because who could refuse a god? Or rather, who had the right to stop a god from doing what he wanted? And here they were, kidnapped by three. How was he going to explain this to the others? The taichou pondered on his reasons.

They walked through Paris' infamous Bois de Boulogne, the Garden of Earthly Delights, searching for a suitably removed spot in the park to open doors back to their respective realms. According to Aizen-sama, this park had a notorious reputation for harbouring fetishists and deviants when night fell, which somehow made the taichou wonder if some time before the High God had actually been here. Chances are, yes.

In the light of day however, the park was a marvelous affair, wide open paths, serene lakes…a complex of greenhouses they flocked to with much fauna and flora. Byakuya loved the Grand Cascade where they had stopped to finally go home, the picturesque waterfall a distance off, Ichigo and Renji already returning from their exploration of the two artificial grottoes there…

But the captain was still in a dilemma. He couldn't possibly just say as an excuse to their absence 'Aizen-sama took us on an orgy in Paris last night with his lovely consorts. He made me fuck my own adjutant too.' Like that would work. The idea was gross, immoral and technically so unlike him.

Aizen read that thought and commented, "But it's true, isn't it?" easily managing to snake his arms around Byakuya, the other surprised to have let his guard down - boom - just like that. But wasn't it true that he'd been doing so since yesterday? He had been ripping himself bare and open for these Gods.

He reluctantly leaned back into the embrace, a mortal of the moment, in the arms of a man who could manipulate anyone's pleasures from within the depths of their being with a fingertip - literally. He fell quiet as Aizen-sama bent to plant a loving kiss on his shoulder, his neck, his cheek, knowing well that to refuse was never an option.

"Can we bring a yacht home?" they heard the strawberry ask.

Gin thought it a grand idea to be able to cruise around in a modern day boat in the Citadel for once, but then Aizen completely disagreed: "And where do you intend on using that my lovelies? (his brow raised) Not on the Pure Sea certainly?"

The three shared the humour. But Renji was about as silent as Byakuya was, feeling something close to jealousy as he looked at them. The Gods. It was a privileged life they led: power, riches, luxury. For a shinigami who knew existence from the very bottom, his life was too far-fetched from the likes of these creatures. There was even an existing gulf he can never ever cross between him and his taichou and they were meant to be lovers from now on.

Ichigo cocked a head to the side, "Hey, smile for me will you? We might not be seeing each other for a while." He moved in, watching that expression intently.

Renji tried to oblige but couldn't. The strawberry sighed, leaned in and kissed his cheek, "What am I gonna do with you?" slipping something thin and metallic into the shinigami's breast pocket.

"Don't worry. That thing's funded. Buy with it whatever you want when you get back home," the young god whispered, lingering. This made Renji grimace a while before realizing what Ichigo meant, "Aren't you being too giving? How can I possibly accept this?"

"Hey, pets let their masters do what they want with them. And this is what I want for you so no arguing."

"Who said I'm your pet?"

In one quick sweep, the War God pulled him closer, slipping a hand between his legs and squeezing to make a point and did. The gesture made Renji's mind a static mess immediately, an involuntary gasp escaping his lips as he shivered.

"See?" the strawberry tightened his grip, making the fukutaichou moan all the more. "And you can't even shun me this way?"

But then there was no time for that. Their guests needed to go home, so even if he didn't want to yet, Ichigo unwillingly let the other go…

Gin grinned, a reflection of Aizen's own expression as both he and their youngest joined him. The silver decided against saying his goodbyes, lest he suggest the very tempting idea of prolonging this vacation so that they may play more with the two. Instead, the God Spear prepared the way, summoning a Citadelian Gold-Wing, the lovelier equivalent of Soul Society's Jigokuchō, fluttering with such massive wings before settling on his extended fingertip.

The silver simply grasped it in the graceful palm of his hand and flung, the magical insect transforming into a beam of light, hitting the space between two massive oak trees and instantly opening a translucent gateway that divided the dimensions. It swirled with refracted light, invisible to human eyes.

"That's straight to Karakura," the High God pointed. "Once you're there, the spell will immediately break and release you from your Gigais. And I'm pretty sure you know how to get home from there right?"

To Byakuya's relief somehow, Aizen-sama added a bit of information, "Don't worry about explaining your absence yesterday to your comrades. I already sent word when we left."

The High God did think of everything. He's good with tying loose ends, not to mention, in anticipating the necessities.

Gin went to work on another gateway to their next destination, eyed by their observant youngest. This time, he merely thrust his hand into the space before him, twisting where it was swallowed by the dimension, opening the multiple doors of the Infinite Gate, each massive pair sliding aside as the intricate locks twisted, accompanied by heavy and resounding metal thuds.

"We're set to go," he declared, a graceful hand emerging from where it had sunk.

The strawberry just winked at Renji, but disappeared into the doors without another backward glance, going ahead of his two lovers as he was accustomed to doing. Gin crossed his arms impatiently when Aizen-sama stopped halfway.

"Byakuya. I expect you to keep your word. Break your vows and I'll personally come to take Renji away," rung the High God's final warning, stunning the crimson-haired fukutaichou.

"The hell? I thought that was just a…joke?"

His captain acknowledged that statement with a nod of his head, and an expression that said this was serious. Renji was utterly dumbfounded. 'They weren't kidding?' his mind gave him a mental slap as they watched the smiling Gods vanish into the Gate, the doorways locking themselves up after the immortal beings from the innermost doors to the outer, strong gust of spiritual wind ruffling the space around before fading into nothing.

Byakuya felt that he needed to make Renji understand the situation, "Gods keep their word. Aizen-sama was serious about wanting to make you an Arcana."

"What!?" the other didn't want to believe it. Now what would a god want with the likes of him? He was not meant for all that deity stuff. Finally, he gave up figuring the reasons, thinking his head would split open if he tried any more. He scratched his head, "I'll go get the bags."

The lieutenant moved, but his captain caught his wrist suddenly. He stopped, baffled. For a moment they locked eyes. Something bothered the other but Renji couldn't put his finger to it, "What's the matter taichou?"

He was actually worried…about Renji. His fukutaichou became his lover overnight, worst, if he couldn't find a way to reconcile his ever-mounting duties…as captain, clan head, brother…with perhaps the only other being he loved, he'll risk losing this stubborn yet endearing being to those tremendously enchanting Gods.

"Taichou?"

But then what was he really so afraid of? Realizing he loved his adjutant to the point he could actually leave everything behind for him? That he could throw all else for the chance to be with him as it had happened last night? Was that it?

"Taichou?"

So beautiful, that voice, calling him. So like a red flame that burned. Renji was an irony life has intended to curse him with, to confound him with, to make him suffer yet live for. He had to decide then and there, did he not? Before they crossed over back to their reality and this reality became a memory…

"Renji," he started, generally uneasy, but it seemed like the best thing to do for now. They'll sort all this in the days to follow. "I need you…to report to my quarters every night starting today."

"But taichou…"

Byakuya pulled him in and kissed that rebellion away, not needing those questions, just his warmth, his presence, his lips, yes, his lips. He needed him, all of him.

"Don't ask. Just come. It's an order so don't disobey me."

There was desperation there almost. But it was one fueled by need and emotion more than fear or anything else. Did his captain really feel that deeply for him? Somehow it made Renji very happy and warm inside. He smiled.

"Yes taichou."

Yuri: The reverse story treatment, inspired by staring at Kangaroos an entire afternoon during a camping trip. :')