Aizen had said looking at Byakuya, "Seems like the captain will need a bit of taming. Let's play with Renji-chan then…Ichigo?"

The strawberry need not be told twice. He immediately picked through the fukutaichou's bonds, releasing only what's bound the other to the chair, then uncaringly dragging him to kneel in front of the captain.

"Watch," the God Spear tugged sharply at Byakuya's hair when the latter sought to turn away, forcing him to look as Ichigo took his place behind the captive on the floor, winking at the tensing taichou.

Trust Ichigo to be of equal greed to his Lords, immediately proceeding to pleasure the shinigami in front of him, loving the way the other shivered and all but collapsed back into his embrace as his hands travelled, palms and fingers squeezing out his primal juices, yelps, cries of pleasure rising.

"I think he needs two more love," spoke the High God, crossing his arms, to which the strawberry all but responded with a finger digging deeply and unrelentingly into Renji's entrance, seeking the gland that instantly made the other sputter into his hand and an excess onto the floor.

"All your fault," Ichigo pouted cutely from where he was kneeling on the floor as he turned to look up at Aizen. "We shouldn't have used Frankenstein's Medusa Venom. It's terribly effective."

The shinigami in his arms quivered, heaving deep draughts of air as again, the War God began pumping him into hardness.

Renji half didn't have a choice at it though. Frankenstein was Arcana Bente Tres, the official Apothecary to the Inner Court. He and his slave Talum, the demon Sebastian, having come from Lukedonia and Hell respectively, worked so awfully well at making aphrodisiacs - some, like the Medusa Venom, can become suicidal, a cause for Aral Jinn. It creates pleasure to an excess it can kill lesser beings, and if not relieved properly, it can make people go insane with lust. Much like how it has gone on with Renji the last few hours…

Meanwhile Gin-sama had been holding Byakuya in place, the grip tightening and making the captain flinch as he'd struggled to disentangle from the silver's hand, getting roused further by such a libidinous display. But beg for release he did not. The proud taichou planned to take it as far as he could. How the God Spear wanted to break that resolve.

"You'll give in soon Byaku," the silver licked a trail to the side of his face, tasting sweat and that almost crumbling defiance. To shatter that firmness will be utter joy, and the Lord made it clear as he began probing about that sweet human body, making nipples keen and sliding a lazy palm over the vibrating erection, making Byakuya moan involuntarily…

Aizen suppressed an urge to throw either lieutenant or captain to the floor and rape them, or throw both his beloved on the floor the same way and rape them, instead, bending to kiss their strawberry on the lips as a distraction, "At least he pleases you in that state," replied the High God, Ichigo reaching lovingly into the motion even as his hands moved to busy themselves, making the crimson-haired shinigami come his second after one deep thrust of the digit, rubbing the pleasure spot dead-on.

Renji screamed, "No…no more!" legs about to give if not for the prompt support of the form kneeling behind him. The two Lords broke their little exchange with Ichigo smiling, steadying the still-shaky shinigami before him even as the other's head fell craned on the God's shoulder.

"He's back to earth," said the strawberry of the fukutaichou, snatching at Renji's hair and forcing on him a very deep kiss, actually eyeing Byakuya, a certain form of wickedness in the way he looked at the other being held by their grinning God Spear.

Aizen-sama raised a hand to halt the strawberry, "That's enough love. You're going to kill him" gently pulling the two apart as he'd noticed how the crimson-haired captive was struggling for breath, Ichigo's lip lock a little too tight, too driven.

"Sorry," the other chuckled, making the High God ruffle his hair sweetly and quite contradictorily to the situation, Gin finally letting Byakuya go on the other end.

"You bastards," growled the captain, feeling a sudden sting at the very roots of his head, running across his skull, making him numb in places there.

Damned if some of his hair hadn't fallen or were torn off by the God's fisting. He felt something harsh and painful, like so many tiny wounds on his scalp, though lesser, than the pain burning his groin below at the moment. Yet despite that, he felt undisguised pity for Renji: "T-Taichou," whose voice was begging, suffering as he called out to him.

The captain gritted his teeth. What can he do at this point however? When he himself was so heavily contained?

Someone laughed.

Belatedly he realized it was the God Spear standing beside him, a casual arm thrown over the back of the chair, lounging with his own standing length, not bothered that it seemed to be hard and needing. Impressive these Gods. But curse their stamina for games. Aizen-sama decided to proceed.

"Well…since now it seems you have regained some of your sense Abarai-chan, how's about telling your taichou how you truly see him?"

The pseudo-request came as a shock to the adjutant, his face and attention suddenly snapping up to meet the ever-annoyingly cold expression on the High God's face. He knew! He knew of the lieutenant's deep, unconfessed desires…the love he felt for the shinigami he looked up to as his superior. The very same one tied open before him.

Like the devil's apprentice, Ichigo urged, licking his ear, causing him to shudder, "Tell him Renji."

The crimson-haired shinigami wanted to fight, in the very least, to get away, but the hold the strawberry had on him was so strong, the effort was reduced to mere imagination. His current state wasn't helping him either; in fact, it was rendering him prone and weak to temptation.

Without Ichigo-sama's bruising hold, he would collapse on his own. Cursed penis was beginning to harden once more, the esoteric lust threatening to sweep him into total madness.

"P-please…" the lieutenant pleaded helplessly, a tear surprisingly running down his cheek as he choked back sobs, brown eyes misting over. "Please. No…He'll hate me. I don't want that…to happen…"

Byakuya only then understood how deeply this all fell to place. His stun was evident as he looked at his fukutaichou, begging the Gods to stop this, to let them go, watching the determination of a very strong warrior fade to ash in the face of foes who used his desires like common swords of war.

'Ah, but love and lust are weapons Byakuya. You just need to know when to wield them and how.'

Never mind who whispered the eerie statement for it was true. The taichou shook his head, still in denial however. This can't be happening!

"Admit it lieutenant…" Aizen-sama ordered, but when Renji still begged with a 'no', signalled their silver with a nod.

The kneeling shinigami watched as Gin-sama pulled his Armas out of nowhere; Shinsou materializing as he again grabbed Byakuya's hair sharply, obtaining a pained cry from the other as he bared that neck, sliding his Alpha/Omega blade against the skin found there.

"Nice night for blood offerings, neh?" the silver licked his lips.

He pressed it but a little in, to the horror of both shinigamis, letting but the slightest of rubicund slip out of an immediate gash the sharpness made, insignificant to Byakuya perhaps, the way he had already been decorated with pain of this sort in the past, but was magnified a thousandfold in the human body he was in.

It actually hurt him. The coldness of both sword and wielder made his heart thunder in his ears. And here was fear suddenly…

It was unfair! Renji could only swallow as the three held his precious captain hostage, torn whether he should or should not speak what he dared not.

"It's simple really…that or a large gaping slice around your beloved taichou's throat?" Ichigo-sama teased, running hot palms over his quaking shoulders, down to the centre of him again and grabbing hold of the organ. Renji gave a stuttered gasp. He heard Byakuya utter something but his hearing seemed to have scattered the same way his sense scattered on the overload of sensation.

Damn strawberry was stroking him again, making him buckle. Renji swallowed. He had no choice. These Gods were serious. He didn't want his captain to die here, and not in this way!

"I desire you Taichou," he confessed, even as Ichigo-sama pulled his face up so he may say that clearly to the other. "Ever since I came under your wing…I've wanted nothing but…" Renji swallowed again. "…you."

Byakuya was entirely shocked.

"Not so hard was it?" said Aizen-sama, pleased, nodding to Gin who withdrew his blade. Just like that, the deadly weapon vanished.

The silver grinned, "Oi, oi…what's wrong Byakuya?"

"You disgust me Renji," was all the taichou said, eyes cast down, a single stream of blood from the early ordeal down his neck. He clenched his hands from where they were trapped…

Aizen and Ichigo cast a knowing glance at each other. Renji in the same way bowed, defeated, feeling pangs of guilt surfacing, realizing how this would now change everything, his captain's reaction as he'd expected.

It saddened him to hear those words.

'You disgust me Renji' was it really how the other saw him? 'I'm sorry' and he wished it was simple enough to apologize.

Gin-sama frowned, his ever-changing eyes peeking from overhanging bangs, a shade of red in the darkness of the suite. "Aww, that wasn't so nice. He admitted that to save you, you know. You should be more thankful."

He ran a hand up the captain's erection, massaging the tight spheres of his scrotum.

Byakuya thrashed, "Don't touch me!" but that was more a frustrated reaction as within the Gods could see how his confusion had doubly-mounted, split between unsaid bliss finding out the other felt the same as he felt and sorrow because he knew it's impossible for the feeling to continue. The affair can never be…not from where they were from.

Gin looked at Aizen, a smiling exasperation on his face, 'This one's tough.'

Ichigo just listened to them both. 'It can't be helped then,' the High God conceded.

"You're a good fukutaichou, aren't you? And I'm certain you'd definitely come to your captain's aid when he needs it. Like perhaps to release him from his present burden?"

Aizen-sama ran an unexpectedly gentle, almost loving hand through the redhead's hair, turning the shinigami to face him, finding tears of agony sliding silently down his face. He found those intricate markings there - those tattoos - rather intriguing. And he loved those lips. How they seemed to have been rendered so beautifully plump like an apple, or so like the sweet persimmons both Gin and Ichigo loved.

Golden brown eyes narrowed. He wanted those lips. Renji seemed to have understood that and felt a racing dread running up his spine.

"How about you practice first so that you can pleasure your taichou better later?" a most expected suggestion…one that the crimson-haired shinigami had no choice but oblige to, as his eyes fell to a widened staring at the cock presented before him. He gulped in again, a massive lump in his throat he couldn't clear away.

"No…" it was Byakuya, incapably watching as the oldest of the Gods slid the length of his penis along the adjutant's lips, smearing pre-cum, before commanding Renji wordlessly to open his mouth.

He did not wish to! But eventually had to as the thing was forced into his mouth when he stuttered, Ichigo having pinched his nipples hard, causing him to gape, of which Aizen-sama took advantage, sliding his stamen into the virgin mouth.

Hips next moved, thrusting, hands gripping through that hair and pushing in his incredibly large machine, still able to address Byakuya personally, "I hope you don't mind if I lay claim to the virginity of your lieutenant's mouth."

The taichou could all but whine. Gin-sama had resumed his earlier play, stroking Byakuya, fingers kneading through the slit for that blessed evidence of the other's consternations. But such restraint.

"You don't want to come?" asked the God Spear, noticing that, despite being masturbated so wonderfully, the captain refused to yield. That secretly pissed him off, but only in the slightest. There was another way of going about this one.

"Suit yourself," grinned the silver, stopping to squeeze the base of the captain's cock, procuring a penis ring from somewhere and sliding it to replace the circle of his fingers.

"W-what - aahh!" the shinigami threw his head back as the metallic object tightened.

"You seem to like bearing with it better than givin' it up, so let's see how far you can stay, shall we?" he leaned in and licked Byakuya's inner thigh, making the latter shiver, before pushing a finger in, targeting the sweet spot of the captain's pleasures and rubbing it relentlessly.

Byakuya cried out, sweating profusely as an alien sensation crept down his spine and pricked at his senses, rushing to pool below at every twist of the God Spear's finger inside of him. But then it stopped there. The easing sensation went nowhere, finally realising what the other was aiming for: the silver had stifled his release…purposely…

"N-No! Ah! Hah - ahn - hahh…"

So he shall learn how things should be. "You don't…" Gin-sama pressed his finger in deeper, pushing at the gland, stroking, impaling the stubborn shinigami with waves of pleasure that was already becoming pain when it came to his cock "…have the right…" the ring tightened around his member, and Byakuya struggled, trying desperately to avoid the invading digit but only causing it to slide deeper inside "…to refuse what a god gives you…"

"mfp…" Renji's concerned eyes flew over the trembling form of his captain, now being openly exhausted, shaking violently at the onslaught of the silver's toying. Ichigo however, pulled his attention back.

"Worry about your own troubles Renji-chan," crooned the lovely War God, kissing the tears that had escaped down his cheeks as Aizen-sama forced his length all the way in, threatening to choke the crimson-haired fukutaichou.

"Aahh…such a tight, untrained mouth," was all the High God exclaimed before he spilled excessively down that engulfing throat, not needing to pull the captive close as his strawberry had done the job for him, pushing Renji's face in and holding it in place.

"Swallow," deadly and dangerous, this orange-haired deity. It was an order. Hesitatingly, the shinigami complied, common sense and instinct agreeing however that if he does not do so, he will drown with this bitter-salty concoction flooding his mouth. He knew the Gods would care not at all.

Only after he took all he could was Renji allowed to pull off, falling weakly onto the carpeting, coughing and nearly-throwing up.

"No skill at all," Ichigo pouted, looking down upon the fallen redhead before winking up at the High God, bending in to lick the remnants of his seed left coating his stamen. 'You should have let me help with this. Didn't you always love it when both me and Gin-sama-chan pleasured you orally at the same time?'

Aizen-sama laughed. 'Such confidence my sweet one,' sighing as that wet tongue swirled around the head of his cock. But there was reason for such self-esteem. Only his two beauties could inspire such appetence in the High God, it surprised him sometimes. With that he stopped their youngest. He was becoming dangerously hard again with the ministration.

"That isn't such a bad thing is it?" Ichigo sat back on his heels, spreading his legs to brandish his own length, under practiced self-restraint apparently, enough that it didn't seem to bother him at all.

"I don't want to stray from our original purpose, my dearest," Aizen-sama all but smiled. And they turned their attentions to the immobile form now prostrated on the floor, panting, apparently still in heat.

"You poor soul…"

Renji felt himself being lifted to his previous position, the strawberry purposely making his glance up in time to see Gin-sama squeezing Byakuya's balls, stroking his cock and making him moan unwillingly. His captain looked so epically docile, the way he panted, a bevy of exhales and deep groans vibrating from his inner chasms.

"This one won't last very long if we were to remove the ring," and he ran his finger down the side of the taichou's penis.

Purposely, Gin-sama showed his captive his fukutaichou's messy face, cum like cake frosting caught all over Renji's features, even sticking to his fiery tresses. "He's had enough practice. Let him have a go at his beloved taichou."

It was to be the other's reward according to the High God as Ichigo dragged Renji over, kneeling him like an offering about to be sacrificed, all dignity stripped, an open vessel yet to be broken. Despite being wrecked and thundered by hindered desires, Byakuya's obvious discord and denial was palpable. He didn't want Renji to touch him. That however, was not for them to decide.

"Go ahead," and Gin-sama eased the cock ring off, the first drops of release bleeding forth from the oozing cock before them. He guided the fukutaichou with a steady hand to the nape, "Go ahead," encouraged the silver, his ever-changing eyes more prominent, manifesting the same red for the reason of unbroken lust instead of a calmer shade of sky blue.

"I'm…I'm sorry, Taichou."

"R-Renji…"

It was just like those hot, sleepless nights dreaming of what it was like, what his cold captain would taste like, feel like…the redhead could recall it all now. But then dreams seem to be utterly pointless, as the fail by comparison to the reality he was now looking so closely at.

Truly, the lieutenant was sorry. Because with the way things were going, he would have to transgress, not only for fear of harm, but by his own wants. How ironic to think that an audience of three Gods would be what it had to take to actually bring down from his pedestal this being of such rare and unequal aristocracy. He couldn't believe it was even really true?

"R-Renji…"

The voice came out a little too lewd, as Byakuya's body trembled, the sight of the other unexpectedly wringing the truth from deep within him better than the stimulants still working in his anatomy. This was also something he'd dreamt, wasn't it? But then it still felt so…wrong. He, however, was useless at resisting, the same way his fukutaichou had decided not to oppose.

'He's hopeless,' Ichigo mentally chimed, allowing Aizen-sama to enfold him. Gin-sama had straightened and joined them, giving them both a little affectionate kiss and a slap to the buttocks.

'He'll give…' said the silver. Ichigo seemed to want to rub himself over the God Spear and did so lovingly, lacing their fingers together. Gin-sama just had to kiss him again. So adorable.

"You missed me, young one?" the older Lord chuckled.

Aizen-sama just watched. He likewise waited as Renji closed his eyes, leaning in, hands clenching for control from where they were tied behind him, for his first ever taste of his beloved captain...

Yuri: Someone I know very well will be *very*happy. :')