A/N: Lemon, right in the start.
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He is not beautiful, Kira mused, observing the curve of Gin's thin neck and the sweep of his bony shoulders. As he dutifully stepped forward to remove the captain's haori and then the rest of the uniform, Kira found himself considering each part of his lover's form. And he is also exquisitely beautiful.
The limbs were too thin, strong though they were. His fingers, in the wrong light, resembled those of a skeleton's, the joints pronounced. Skin so pale as to be nearly ash-white, and hair that seemed to be pure silver strands of silk. The curve of Gin's back emphasized its smooth planes, and Kira ran the flat of his hands lovingly over cool skin, until his fingers brushed the tattoo in the small of Gin's back. It was not a large pattern, but intricate: a vine-wrapped double spiral. Kira traced the pattern, barely hearing the gasped breath from Gin, and as if in a trance he knelt and kissed the tattoo, following the trail of ink with his tongue. He imagined it tasting different from the rest of Gin; stronger, perhaps, or more intensely Gin.
The older male turned around, placing a gentle hand on the blond's head as if blessing him. Kira gazed up into the slitted eyes, unable to see the vivid blue-green irises. Gin's face was shadowed, even as his smile had become protective and desiring, and Kira shivered.
Kira, on his knees as he removed the ties of the hakama, carefully folded the garment while the captain stepped out of it, and put it to one side before pressing his cheek against Gin's thigh, breathing in the scent of Gin's arousal. His mouth brushed along the length and his right hand reached up to cradle it, holding it close to his lips as he whispered of his devotion to the older shinigami. His lips brushed over Gin's shaft, and when the blond's tongue darted out to trace up the length there was a sigh from above him.
Naked as the day he was born, Gin nonetheless exuded power and command. Kira wondered at how different Gin was from the ideals of male beauty, and wonder at himself for comparing Gin to those ideals. The older male regarded Kira steadily, one hand still on the top of Kira's head, hardly exerting any pressure. Kira felt as open and vulnerable under the scrutiny as if he was stark naked and spread open before Gin.
In a sense he knew he was. There was nothing the captain would not do for him, except to stop loving Aizen-taichou, and because Gin would do anything for him Kira was ready to do everything for Gin. Trembling with suppressed emotion and desire, Kira leaned forward and kissed Gin's erect cock again, licking it slowly and thoroughly before taking it into his mouth, trying to convey just how much he worshiped Ichimaru Gin.
The silver-haired captain did not utter a word, only soft sighs and exhalations of pleasure. As Kira's lips slid down the shaft and his tongue swirled around the head of the arousal, Gin's fingers wove themselves deeper into Kira's hair. It was a strange tableau, Kira thought with the part of his mind that was not growing increasingly hot and impatient. Gin, standing without a stitch of clothing on, accepting the oral pleasure that fully clothed Kira gave willingly.
There was a sudden intake of air and Gin stopped Kira. "Stand up, Izuru, and let us finish this."
"Yes, Gin," murmured Kira, lips soft and pink with exertion. He padded after Gin and they went to the futon.
The captain lay down and folded his hands behind his head. His gaze was intense and Kira felt his ardor responding; his erect cock had been demanding attention for some time now and the look the captain was directing at Kira was not easing matters.
"I don't want to ask anything of you tonight," said Gin quietly. "So do what you want to do."
Kira inhaled shakily at this. He had been given free rein, and he would do exactly what he desired. He undid his hakama, letting the pants fall gracelessly and kicked them aside, and while still in his kimono sat at the foot of the futon. His eyes sought out the hidden gaze and then Kira smiled shyly.
"Could you pass me the lubricant?" he asked, voice barely more than a breath.
Gin reached a little to his left and grabbed the small jar, tossing it to Kira. The blond shrugged out of his uniform, again throwing it to one side, before he slathered some of the gel on his hand. Biting down on his lower lip, Kira started stroking his cock and made himself look at Gin while doing so.
He almost regretted it when he saw how Gin had sat up and was staring at him. The look was one of more than lust; Kira felt as if he was being devoured alive and as if to prove the point, he suddenly felt himself wrapped in Gin's reiatsu. It was a heady feeling, to be surrounded by Gin even when the man was seated apart from him. They weren't touching, but as Gin's incredible reiatsu insinuated itself with Kira's own, entwining together, Kira felt he had never been closer to the captain.
Pre-come leaked faster from the slit and now Kira played with his own juices, slicking it over his erection as he tried to keep himself from coming. The slippery substance coated his hand and the blond adjusted himself, sitting so that he could part his legs more. Maintaining eye contact, Kira let his hand slide down to his entrance and slowly pressed a finger in.
It was strange to touch himself so intimately with the silver-haired shinigami observing. He had done so before, but he had not been in full control of his faculties then, and even at that time Gin had been cradling him. When Kira added a second finger he had to bite his lower lip again, the slight pain keeping him steady. A twist of his wrist and then he was reaching deep into himself, his fingers curling curiously, trying to seek that elusive spot.
And then he found it, the electric jolt of sheer pleasure dancing along his nerves. Tenderly removing his fingers to slick his hands up more, he noticed how intent Gin's gaze on him was. The captain made no sound, even though it was evident that he was very aroused by the show Kira was putting on for him.
The blond shinigami took a deep breath and relaxed his muscles, his fingers seeking out his prostate unerringly. As he prodded and massaged the sweet spot he cried out, lashes fluttering madly with the effort of trying to keep his eyes open. Perspiration beaded over his chest and his mouth was dry; he tried to wet his lips and was reduced to a whine as his hand moved as if independently of him. The pleasure spiked and Kira's head fell back, a strangled keen trapped in his throat while his fingers thrust obscenely into himself.
Abruptly his wrist was gripped and his hand pulled away. Kira next felt himself yanked forward and then Gin was kissing him, kissing him so forcefully that Kira could taste the blood from inside his lip when the older man had locked their mouths together. When they parted for air, Gin grabbed the lubricant from behind Kira and slicked up his own cock.
"I correct myself," he hissed fiercely, and pushed into Kira after guiding himself to Kira's entrance. "I do have something to ask of you tonight."
"What's that?" Kira whimpered, trying to adjust to the stretch. His fingers tightened on Gin's thin shoulders and he moaned when the captain shifted his position.
Gin grabbed Kira by the chin and forced the blond to look him in the eye. There was no amusement or facetiousness in Gin's expression now. "You will never do that in front of others, you hear me? You will do that only for me. Only for me. I will not have other men see you like that." He inhaled deeply and brought Kira's face closer. "Have you done that before with Hisagi?"
The possessive tone scared and thrilled Kira. "No, never," he gasped, his posture tensing with anticipation.
"Good." Gin licked his lips, his fingers tight and then relaxing. He breathed against Kira's mouth. "Now ride my cock until you can't move any more."
Kira obeyed.
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The lieutenant potential evaluation was less stressful than this.
Kira stopped right at the gate, Gin beside him, and the younger shinigami had to take a deep breath before he knocked on the age-darkened wooden door. The gateway creaked open and an elderly man peered out. He saw the Gotei regalia on Gin and Kira, and then he bowed politely. "I shall inform the lady of the house."
"Th-thank you," said Kira. His fingers clenched against his palms, Kira willed his heartbeat to slow. He had not visited for so long, and after the Asou experience Kira was not certain he wanted to face his aunt ever again.
The presence of his captain both reassured and aggravated him. Gin had not said why he wanted to come along, and Kira didn't feel comfortable raising the issue. The manservant materialized again and directed them down a familiar and strange path; Kira found himself counting steps.
Easy now, he told himself. There was nothing he had done wrong and he had made something of himself – he was a lieutenant now. He should hold his head high.
His aunt was as rigid and stiffly formal as ever. Kira bowed low, according the respect due her status, and then kept his eyes on the ground. "Good afternoon, aunt."
"It has been some time since you came," she said. "And this must be your captain. I am honored by your presence, Ichimaru-sanbantai-taichou-sama."
Even with the excessive formality, Gin was unfazed and merely inclined his head briefly. Kira's aunt indicated the seats for them and the manservant appeared again with a tray of drinks and snacks.
"Thanks but I'm not hungry," chirruped the captain. He seemed inordinately cheerful, a complete contrast to the dour matriarch and the subdued Kira. The older shinigami was peering around, leaving his seat to examine the displays and looking out over the garden. "Ne, Izuru-kun, didja learn howta garden from yer aunt? Cos this is a beautiful garden she has 'ere. Nothing like what we has back in the division, a'course, but not bad, not bad at all."
Gin then stepped out, presumably to explore the garden. Kira shook his head. He was torn between hilarity and mortification by the thick Rukongai accent Gin had put on, and settled for staring fixedly at his knees. He could feel the disapproval radiating from his aunt at the captain's bad manners.
"Um, ma'am," he spoke quickly to forestall a scene, and quailed when her disapproval was redirected at him. "I-I've come to, uh, to inform you that-"
"I know," his aunt cut his stammering off coldly. "I'm arranging it already. Once she agrees, I will inform you of the time and place."
Kira frowned and looked up. "Who's 'she'? What are you arranging?"
"An apology," said Kira's aunt. She narrowed her eyes. "You have again disgraced the name of our family. His father might have disowned him, but his mother's grief is not so easily dissipated. You caused them to lose a fine son-"
"-who bribed others to do violence on his behalf and inflicted hurt on your own nephew." The smooth voice was Gin's, and there was no hint of any accent now. He came into the room and, despite its spaciousness, Kira thought the captain filled it with his presence. Gin stared long and hard at Kira's aunt. "And you are one pathetic bitch. Come, Izuru."
Before he really registered what Gin had said to his aunt, Kira had risen to his feet. Only when he was about to move to Gin did he realize the insult thrown in his aunt's face.
The old woman was livid with fury. "I showed you the respect due your station," she began, but was again interrupted by Gin.
"You should then show the lieutenant of the Third division the same respect. Kira Izuru has been nothing but a credit to his name, and you see only what you want to see. Izuru, come!" he commanded. The blond swallowed nervously and padded to Gin's side, waiting for further orders. Gin regarded Kira's aunt scornfully and said, "You plainly do not know how to treat Izuru properly. If you weren't his aunt, I would have taught you a lesson in abject humility."
"Taichou!" Kira protested weakly.
"And Kira is too sweet to seek redress for the wrongs you have heaped on him," continued Gin. He ruffled his lieutenant's hair in a fond manner, before sweeping out of the room. When Kira appeared to hesitate, Gin frowned. "Izuru-kun. You know what I expect of you."
"Yes taichou," Kira responded hurriedly, before bowing an apology to his aunt and then scurried after Gin.
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"You were too docile back there," Gin muttered.
Kira said nothing as they walked back to the division. He was not sure what should have been said.
Gin suddenly halted in the middle of the path and whirled around on his newly-minted lieutenant. He grabbed Kira's arm and shook the blond lightly. "Don't you ever allow anyone to put you down like that again," warned Gin. "Never. You are my lieutenant, and you will take pride in it."
"Yes, taichou," answered Kira promptly.
"And never apologize to those such as her," Gin added. "She is such an ungrateful, biased hag!"
Gin's words made Kira uneasy – he did not want his aunt to be humiliated, but when Gin was in such moods there was little anyone could do to ameliorate the situation.
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Time passed.
Kira's promotion came just before Renji and Hinamori's acceptance into the fifth division, though Renji was moved out almost as quickly into the eleventh. The redhead had not complained though; he had found a mentor of sorts in Madarame Ikkaku, who was teaching him how to fight, and in addition to his native grace Kira also saw how Renji's reiatsu strength multiplied, a side benefit to living alongside Soul Society's strongest fighters. Hinamori took the tests for lieutenant position about a month after Kira was promoted, and she got her wish: working beside Aizen-taichou daily. Her small stature by no means defined her power: she easily took down the third and fourth seats of the fifth in an exhibition match in just five minutes.
As for the relationship between Gin and Kira, it deepened past the point where Gin had to verbally instruct the blond lieutenant what to do. Kira could anticipate – up to a large part – Gin's orders, and often made sure Gin never had to utter a word. The troops were well-trained, and none dared to say that Kira slept his way to the top. There was no one vying with him for that position either. Gin would not even consider another, and Kira's efficiency and understanding made him the perfect choice for the inscrutable Ichimaru-taichou.
But Kira worried at the soured bond between Gin and Aizen. What used to be hidden longing and concern for each other and become outright hostilities; Gin often rubbed the fact that Kira was completely devoted to him in Aizen's face, while Aizen's continued dalliance with Ukitake (an open secret; Ukitake had, on more than one occasion, asked Aizen directly if the dark-haired captain would be staying overnight) irked Gin no end.
Kira never tried to offer words of comfort. He relied on his body. If Gin took some measure of relief from Kira's body, then the blond would offer himself completely to Gin without complaint.