Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN THEM! Um….no, I really don't.

Warnings: Yaoi, oral, UST (unresolved sexual tension, even though there are sexual activities in this chapter), adult language, man-secks. Crack pairing. (Ichimaru Gin/ Ukitake Jyuushiro)

Notes: Please don't kill me. Reviews will revive me, should you decide to be angry. –laughs- I wanted to see Ichimaru and Ukitake together so yeah…this is it. There will be more because I simply love them and even though the chapter ends where it does, rest assured that I'll be working on the next one immediately.

Though the morning was warm, the temperature didn't seem to help alleviate the deep chill Ukitake Jyuushiro felt, his body shivering slightly as he tugged his captain's haori more tightly around himself. Gone were the days of his everlasting happiness. Now the white haired taichou suffered endlessly, usually from the symptoms of a mild flu, to a nearly deadly form of cold that drained him of his energy and filled his lungs with something other than air.

Coughing lightly into his right hand, the light haired shinigami shuffled himself towards the doorway of his office, intending on closing the door so he could sit in peaceful silence, his left hand solitary on the knob before he started to tug the barrier closed and suddenly it was paired with another hand, one much warmer and much more dry than his own. Shocked by the intrusion, he turned to look back and caught a glimpse of hair nearly the shade of his own and a smiling face, immediately recognizing his fellow captain, Ichimaru Gin.

"It's unusual for you to be here alone, Jyuushiro. Where are Kotsubaki and Kotetsu? Normally they're right here by your side."

The ill taichou took his hand away from the other's and turned away, needing to sit down as his body ached for a rest already, the poor form fatigued by the simple act of rising from his chair and attempting to close the door.

"They are both on personal errands for my household. I couldn't find the time to them myself this morning."

There had never been any true form of ill-will between the third and thirteenth division captains and as such, the two had become friends, if only in private instead of publicly. There was no doubt that Ichimaru had enemies among the higher ranked members of Soul Society, and even then, Ukitake seemed to accept him at face value, seeing him as a reliable comrade and a welcome conversationalist on long, drawn out days.

The short haired shinigami smiled somewhat more widely than normal and took the other's avoidance of the door as his cue to enter the neat room, gently closing the aforementioned item so they could talk privately, still mistrusting of the others.

"Sou ka. Considering the time, are you free until Byakuya-dono arrives for the day? I was told there was some sort of vice captain meeting being scheduled in before lunch."

Though curious about what the taller man had in mind, Ukitake waved a hand towards the chair opposite himself, knowing that the snake-like shinigami would no doubt choose to seat himself on the desk instead, a habit he only practiced when with the pale-haired twin blade wielder.

"I have no plans yet for this morning. If you would like to stay, please, feel free. I can prepare tea for you, if you would like."

He made as if to rise from the plush seat and was stopped a second time by a hand on his own, dark eyes flitting up to stare into forever smiling ones, taking the gesture as it came and carefully sitting back down again.

"You stay where you are, Jyuu-kun. I don't have any intention of sticking around for…tea."

The suggestive tone in Ichimaru's voice caused the health challenged shinigami to shiver, his body relaxing unconsciously as Gin's other hand slowly slid up his arm, the other man's entire form slithering closer until he stood with his shins against Ukitake's bent knees, eye to eye and still, the dark set only looked into a pair of grinning slits.

"G…Gin. What are you doing? This is a time for business, not pleasure!"

"Can't it be both?"

Shinsou's master dropped to his knees and slid his hands down the front of Ukitake's pants, purposely running right over his somewhat interested manhood, a low moan floating from the sick man's mouth as he innocently bucked his hips, unaccustomed to such lustful touches.

It was true that the two light haired men were lovers, but because of the obvious social taboo of a business-turned-personal relationship, neither man had told anyone and they continued to meet in secret, usually at their homes instead of the office. Today, it seemed, Ichimaru was more inclined to satisfy his animalistic desires within the walls of the captain's offices, forgoing their usual care and going for broke within earshot of the others.

Once the third division captain had finally slipped his hands around Ukitake's arousal, the long haired taichou lifted his right hand to his mouth, not coughing into it but using it as a cover for his moans, his head gently tipping back as his eyes closed, his previous doubt about the situation starting at work totally forgotten as he panted loudly.

"Ahh…ahh, Gin…"

His words became nearly incoherent as the sneaky shinigami took him into his mouth, easily leaning forward between the other's parted thighs and taking advantage of a helplessly sick man, skillfully slurping around the warm shaft as he squeezed the base tightly with both hands, pressing down on the other's lower body to keep him from thrusting.

Ichimaru was an experienced lover, though he declined to mention it to anyone in order to save face, his skills gone to waste except for the occasional acceptance into Ukitake's bed. Swallowing lightly, the single blade swordsman lifted his lips from the turgid flesh and licked the flushed head thoroughly, keeping his eyes down as he worked and slowly allowing his right hand to fall free of its perch in order to cup the soft sac underneath, gently rolling the twin globes within his palm.

Biting back a sharp cough, Ukitake released his left hand from its death grip on the chair's arm and wound it into Ichimaru's hair, carding through it with slim fingers, even going so far as to tug the pale strands lovingly, occasionally taking a fist full of it and pulling hard when the other man's teeth dragged along his cock. He was a passive lover, usually allowing himself to be serviced and taken as the other demanded, taking the initiative only when aroused into a state of pure want and need.

Through clamped teeth he hissed, barking out a sharp sound as his lover's lips once again wrapped around the entirety of his manhood, taking him in to the base, the light curls tickling Ichimaru's nose before he moaned deeply, knowing it would vibrate just right, sinking into the core of Ukitake's very soul. With a violently inhaled breath and then a deep grunt, the ailing shinigami released himself into the warm, tight cavern of Gin's mouth, shuddering with each additional pulse of thick seed.

Purring like a well loved kitten, Ukitake slumped back in the chair, not noticing that he had sat up just as he climaxed, his chest still moving quickly as he regained the breath he had lost beforehand, still resting his hand in the other's hair as he slowly but lovingly rubbed his thumb against the man's right temple.

"You…are far too giving, Gi-kun. And far too reckless. Kuchiki-taichou could have come in for something. He walked past the window just before I…I did…that."

Ichimaru grinned and chuckled in his innocent, lilting way, generously licking his lips before tucking his lover back into his hakama and straightening the rest of the uniform to match, his own still immaculate.

"I felt him arrive. I was safely behind your desk so he couldn't have seen me even if he had come in. Now, I've got something to do, so just relax while you wait for your wards. They're coming back now."

Jyuushiro barely had a chance to blink before the taller man was gone, his potted plants whispering gently on an unknown breeze, the air no doubt displaced by Ichimaru's flash step. Sighing, the thirteenth captain shuffled to his feet and waited patiently for his subordinates to arrive, the sound of arguing announcing their return to the inner offices.

Having woken up irritatingly early, Renji finished the washing he had set out to do and sat silently against the upright of his bedroom door, knowing that he had a meeting to attend but seriously considering the option of skipping it. The topic was security outside of the Court of Pure Souls and though he wanted to help in any way he could, the idea of seeing his captain again after the incident the night before, simply didn't interest him. Usually, the dark haired Kuchiki didn't show for the vice-captain's meetings unless it was an emergency, so his chances of getting off clean were good.

It wasn't as if the kiss had upset him but he had spent nearly the entire night thinking about it, even going so far as to try his hand at forgetting it completely so he could at least get some sleep. Failing that, he had woken up before the sun has risen and did his washing, something he denied the servants in the Court, not wanting someone else to touch his things. His explanation was that as a child living with others his own age, personal items regularly went missing so he became accustomed to keeping his eye on everything he owned.

Changing into his formal uniform, the red-haired shinigami tied his sandals up and placed Zabimaru at his side, immediately disappearing as he ran towards the meeting hall, appearing just as the doors were about to close and flashing a brilliant smile to the guard to would stand outside to make sure the room was secure. Rolling his eyes, the man allowed him inside without a complaint and then took his place, allowing no one else through until the meeting was officially over.

"Ahh, Abarai-kun. Nice of you to join us."

"Hai, hai. Gomen ne, Ise-san. I didn't sleep well last night. It won't happen again."

"See that it doesn't."

The bespectacled eighth division fukutaichou smiled brightly and then tapped her notes, remaining on her feet as she started the meeting. Through yawns and the occasional stab in the side from the overly cheerful pink-haired shinigami on his left, Renji answered questions that were relevant to himself, and went about the morning as properly as possible.

Lasting less than an hour, the meeting ended on the note that the vice captains had been doing a good job but the security needed upgrading during holidays and festivals, times when crime seemed to be at its highest. Waving to Yachiru and promising to take her out for a treat next time he wasn't busy, Renji hurried back home to change, his duties already over for the next few days as a holiday was coming up and there weren't any pending missions to deal with. The vice captains got the holiday and then the day after to do what they wanted, usually working, so long as Hollows still roamed in the living world. The captains themselves only taking the holiday itself.

That meant there would be two days where he wouldn't have to see the elder man. The loudmouthed shinigami rounded the last corner before his home and stopped dead at the end of the walkway, his ponytail flopping over his head as he stopped so suddenly. There, in the outer doorway, stood Byakuya. The light breeze keeping the left side of his face covered as it blew the dark strands across his alabaster cheek, his arms neatly at his sides as he waited patiently, having been there since just after the younger guardian had left.

Renji swallowed and walked the rest of the way, not smiling at the captain but still nodding in acknowledgement of the man's presence.

"Kuchiki-taichou."

"Abarai-kun."

"Is something wrong? I should have come to see you before I left the Court but I didn't know if you were going to be there."

"I was. It was only myself, Ichimaru and Ukitake. They are still in the offices, working on their paperwork, but I have finished my own. My morning duties are not what I've come here for. Please, come with me."

The regal young man gestured in the direction of his own home, waiting for Renji's acquiescence and then flash stepping to the main hall of the Kuchiki estate, his loud subordinate appearing beside him less than a second later. He was getting faster, that much Byakuya noticed.

"The household staff have the day off today because I entertain the other captains on the holiday so they work then. We are quite alone for the day."

"Sou ka. Is it alright if I call you Byakuya again?"

"I insist on it, Renji-kun. As I said, only when we are alone."

A nod was the redhead's reply, followed by a gasp as the dark haired male leaned forward and grasped him by the shoulders, holding him still as he pressed their lips together a second time, loathe to let the smaller body go before he pulled away and stared into a pair of shocked red orbs.

"Kuch…Byakuya. Why do you keep doing that?"

"Because I choose to. Have I…upset you, by doing so? That was not my intention."

"N…no, not exactly. I'm just not used to that much affection from anyone. It's kinda...different."

Slowly, Renji started to slide back into his state of slang speech and comfort, as if sitting down for a drink with an old friend, his arms lifting to wrap around the small but overly covered waist of his sempai, trying vainly to get an idea of what the elder man was thinking just by looking deeply into his secretive, dark eyes.

"Good. Because I have plans for you. The door to your left will take you to my bedchambers. I will meet you there shortly."

Zabimaru's master nodded and headed in the given direction, still somewhat confused by the other man's actions but reassured that the brilliant captain wasn't angry with him for leaving the night before. With a good shove, he got the wooden double doors open and stepped into the dark but welcoming antechamber, peeking at the furniture and draperies with quiet awe. Everything looked so expensive! The tapestries looked like they were made of silk, the carpets hand-woven. The furniture was all dark wood and stone.

The bedroom was much the same, large hand-carved pieces along with the immense bed, the sheets as satiny as the drapes that hung around it. He slid his right hand across the bedspread before standing away from it, his arms at his sides as he waited for the other man.

The wait was short, the noble shinigami returning to Renji's side with a tray, two cups and a teapot sitting atop it, his face drawn but still welcoming as the redhead noticed a slight smile on the delicate face.

"Out that door there, Renji-kun. The sun is high and the garden is very inviting. I only ask that you hold the door for me."

The younger man snapped to immediately and did what he was asked, holding the windowed door open and stepping out to close it behind the other as he exited and walked towards the pond, avoiding the shrine just in case the same situation happened as what had happened the night before. Byakuya set the tray down and settled himself beside it, using the soft patch of grass on the west side of the pond as his cushion, allowing a large space beside himself for the other shinigami.

"Please, sit down. The tea is white, I hope that is alright for you."

Renji was curious about the other man's homey attitude, never having seen him fetch his own tea before, though with the lack of servants, one had to work for themselves. Pulling his zenpakutou from his belt, the tattooed swordsman placed it down on the grass and dropped himself down beside it, peering into the pond and smiling at the slippery shapes of fat koi beneath its surface.

"That's fine. Whatever's you've got is ok with me." He flashed a bright smile and held out his hands as the decorated captain handed him one of the tiny ceramic cups, quickly giving it a sniff and a sip before nodding his acceptance of the slightly sweetened drink.

A hand on his leg alerted Renji to how close the other man actually sat, garnet eyes dropping from the flowering tree over the other's head to the hand, Byakuya's fingers gently kneading at the well muscled thigh as he shifted a little closer, the scent of him overpowering the tea, a flowery, distinctly sakura scented air, something the redhead immediately associated with the other's Bankai.

He shivered and lifted his gaze to look the captain in the eye, absentmindedly setting the tea aside as he lifted his left hand to curl around the side of Byakuya's neck, his thumb pressed against the man's warm cheek as he rubbed it lightly. The air fairly crackled with tension but neither man seemed inclined to move any further, the only change coming from Renji, as he sensed the sudden increase in reiatsu, his breath quickening before he lurched forward and shoved the other man to the ground.

No sound came from the elder man as he was pushed over, his hands falling to the side as he allowed the redhead his space, still silent even though Renji had successfully straddled his thighs and was hovering barely an inch above the elder Kuchiki's face, red eyes wide as he panted slightly, realizing the spirit energy increase for what it was.

With skilled hands, the pony-tailed shinigami had the top of Byakuya's kimono open, the haori already draped out over his biceps as Renji felt the warm skin for himself, wondering about his own actions but loving the feeling of the strong body between his thighs. It was obvious that the powerful taichou was turned on, his aura nearly orange with lust, Renji's a matching shade, if possibly a single hue darker.

"Gods…Byakuya…am I reading you right? Please tell me I'm reading you right…"

A quick nod and a roll of slim hips gave the smart-assed man his answer, right away turning their encounter into a frenzy, a secretive part of Renji that was rarely seen now out in the open of the garden. Both were thrilled that the high walls kept people from seeing in and with the servants off for the day, they were free to do what they wanted, mostly of which involved torn clothing and grunts of arousal.

Byakuya lifted his hands and wrapped them around Renji's shoulders, pulling him down for a searing kiss, lightly tonguing the other's slick appendage as he moaned deeply, the sound resonating through the smaller man as if he had been hit with the shockwave of another person's reiatsu. He was rarely turned on in such an obvious manner but the other man's proximity and the spiritual scent of his interest had woken up a deeply animalistic want in Renji, his fingers curling slightly as he scratched at the elder man's chest, swallowing down the gasps he created.

With a light snarl, Renji pulled away and sat up, both hands moving to pull his kimono out of his pants, parting it and allowing it to fall from his shoulders, the heavy material pooling over his thighs and around his backside, revealing the dark tattoos that had begun to appear on his upper torso, stretching out across his chest from the breastbone, the lower ones radiating out from his navel. The few other spots were less noticeable but were still there, his biceps, the sides of his neck and his back sharing marks that were less than a few inches in diameter.

Byakuya stared as he had never seen them before, licking his lips as he failed to find the words to either ask the boy what he had done to receive them or whether they were purposely put on his incredibly muscled physique. Not one to stare, the elder man lowered his gaze and slid both hands over the thick waistband of the baggy pants and secured their prize within, enjoying the sharp inhalation as his soon-to-be lover was surprised by the bold move.

"Ahh…Kuchiki-taichou…you're in for one hell of an afternoon…"