Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN THEM! I do own a mental image of what Zabimaru had done to Renji in the past and though I've done numerous things to extinguish its disgustingly arousing ideas, it remains deeply lodged in my subconscious, along with Ukitake and Ichimaru, who, as gentlemen, try to act more dutiful and out-sex the dirty monkey.

Warnings: Adult language, adult situations, mansex, past-building and general inane humour. SPOILERS um…for everything? –laughs-

Notes: Yeah…that was nasty. I won't describe the monkey sex unless someone expressly asks me to, and even then it's gonna take quite a bit of cajoling to make me do it. Thanks to my reviewers. You guys keep me going. Small side note: I'm going to make this a longer fic than I had planned, if only because my other fics have recently come to an end, with the exception of one, and god knows, it's gonna last forever. –dies-

Ichimaru Gin snorted as hair once again blew into his face, a delicately boned hand lifting to brush it back as he smirked in his slightly serpentine way, closed but seeing eyes taking in the entire situation before him with utmost interest. From atop the largest of the Kuchiki clan buildings, he had watched the sixth division captain and his subordinate as they romped together, keeping a close eye on Byakuya as the elegant shinigami had moved in the throes of passion, something he doubted he would ever see again, what with the man's wife dying so long ago, rendering the dark haired nobleman into forced celibacy. He was suddenly pleased with himself for moving out of Ukitake's office and coming to the Kuchiki estate so quickly, an odd thing to do considering he was less than liked by the clan head, but his obsession with watching the other shinigami seemed to win out.

Had he not have been busy with his own lover, the silver haired swordsman would have been inclined to interrupt and join them, but because things had gone on as they had, he was content to simply watch and enjoy, his left hand draped over his groin in an attempt to belie the urges he felt rising from underneath the stiff material. Very little amused him as much as seeing two lovers together, ignorant to their audience and going about their rendezvous as if they were the only two souls left in the world.

He chuckled lightly as the men retired into the walled compound and left him alone for the time being, long legs stretching out before he flickered off, running back to the offices with the hopes of finding Jyuushiro still at his desk. Things didn't have to be continued in the warm office, but they could certainly be spoken of and planned for a later date. Shinsou's master dropped to the ground just outside of the Court's gate and turned suddenly, flitting a passing gaze over his right shoulder, his smirk remaining regardless of the form resting against the outside wall.

"You're back awfully early, dont'cha think, Ichimaru? You wanna tell me what you're doing skulking around here instead of relaxing like the rest of us hardworking guys?"

There was no doubting that the snake-like captain's hackles were up and he inwardly hissed at the much taller man, taking in his ruffled appearance with great distaste. He had never truly cared for the eleventh squad captain and though he was a valiant fighter and worthy of a taichou-class station, Ichimaru loathed him still, a deep-seated hatred that was well etched into his being.

"Good afternoon, Zaraki-taichou. I didn't know my comings and goings were being recorded. Is there something you need?"

He turned and faced the giant of a man, unafraid of his towering form and grizzly attitude. He was by far one of the most dangerous members of Soul Society but hardly a threat to the wise and unassuming third division captain.

"Nothing I need, I just don't like the way you jump around the place like you own it. Remember that the rest of us have to behave, so get off your damn high horse."

The much larger man chuffed indignantly and flickered a heavily scarred gaze over the lithesome form of the third division captain.

" 'sides, your long haired piece of ass left already. He was headed home."

A nod and a flick of the wrist later and the light skinned shinigami was off again, desperate to be away from the towering oaf, the feeling of growing reiatsu making him somewhat edgy. In the end, it was easier to avoid Kenpachi than it was to actually argue with him. Luckily enough, the young pink haired fukutaichou wasn't with him, or there might have been an interesting quarrel.

He changed his direction once hearing of his love's new location and made it to the modest estate in less than a minute, walking proudly up to the front doors and knocking politely, only bothering to let the ever present third seat officers answer the door before brushing past them, his eyes smiling in their uplifted way but his mouth was a sour frown, showing just the amount of contempt he had for the nosy pair. Nothing was worse than irritating servants and essentially, that's what they had become ever since the untimely death of the division's fukutaichou, Shiba Kaien.

The layout of the stately but refined home never changed and the serpentine captain knew it as well as his own, following the well lit hallway to the very back room, twin doors blocking his view of the white haired swordsman. Despite snarls of imminent death and of the ever grinning captain being an enormous booger, Ichimaru pushed the doors open and stepped through, firmly shutting them again and effectively cutting off contact with the annoying but ever vigilant and loyal subordinates.

Fevered grey eyes lifted from their stare out of the large window, the sickly shinigami's frail but still powerful form folded onto the plush window seat, his haori discarded and hung up on a hook near the door to the baths, as well as his outer black uniform, leaving the pale skinned swordsman in a light yukata. Ichimaru couldn't help his gaze as it lowered to take in the thin appearance of the man's legs, his eyes finally opening as he was alone with his lover.

"How are you feeling, Jyuu-kun? You look paler than this morning."

"You needn't concern yourself with my welfare, Gin. I'm quite satisfactory at the moment. I bathed once I returned home and the cool water seems to have worked well."

"Ah, sou ka. Nothing I can get you then? We don't need you dropping suddenly for no apparent reason. Keep up your strength and such."

The short haired shinigami grinned adorably and slipped his shoes off at the door before stepping up onto the raised hardwood floor, silently slipping out of his own haori and leaving it to puddle at his feet, his sleek form finding a space between the thirteenth division taichou's legs as he spread them, a light purr issuing from him as he settled comfortably. There was a brief meeting of lips and a smile from the longhaired guardian before Ukitake spoke again, his voice hushed as if he feared someone overhearing their conversation.

"Iie, there's nothing you can get me right now, Gi-kun. Just having you here right now is comfort enough, though I doubt my third seats believe the same. They caused a ruckus when you arrived, did they not? I could hear Sentarou calling you names. They're such children when it comes to protecting me."

"They're worth having, Jyuu-kun. I know how hard Kaien's death was on you and you need them. Even as support if nothing else. Besides, they keep things interesting around here. You're so solemn without the life they give."

The ill shinigami frowned slightly at the mention of his deceased vice captain but gave in to the kiss Ichimaru was offering him, his hands lifting from his sides to wind around the other man's neck as he purred deeply against him, strung as high as a bow and just as likely to snap under the right ministrations. He pulled away only when etiquette dictated to and with a light blush, looked away as his snake-like lover buried his face against his neck, nibbling at the soft skin and licking at his jaw line.

"Mmm, Gin…did you lock the door? Kiyone will come in with tea in less than an hour and she'll catch us like this."

A low growl and a shifting of bodies had Ukitake's attention as he was violently undressed, the belt untucked from his robe and the thick folds parted to reveal his nude form, his blush deepening and embarrassment hardly lasting as skilled hands fondled him into a state of pure arousal, blood red eyes staring him down even from their position as the eternally smiling shinigami kneeled between the other's splayed legs.

Ukitake managed pained whimpers and a squeaked retort when he was groped particularly firmly, his head tipping to the side and his arms clutching the cushion as if holding on for his very life, fingernails denting the thick material. It was hardly a fight to arouse the long haired swordsman but Ichimaru found it thrilling anyway, the scent of the other man thick in his nose as he left him for a brief second to undress and fetch the small vial of oil he kept in the inside pocket of his haori.

Sleepy eyes followed him and flared with cognizance as the stoppered tube was produced, hips working fiercely as Ukitake writhed on the comfortable seat. Though hardly reduced to begging, he knew what urged the other man on and he used it to his advantage, happy to be loved and to give love in return, even if he remained on the dominated side of the relationship. His right hand drifted to the apex of his thighs and he stroked himself lovingly as the third division captain came back over, not putting on a show but keeping himself aroused and in the game, his eyes slowly closing as a somewhat chilly hand caressed a bare thigh, the sharp intake of breath harsh in the silence of the large room.

Before he slid himself down to the cool surface of the window seat, Shinsou's master gestured for his lover to turn over, his right arm winding around Ukitake's waist and showing him how he wanted him, on his hands and knees with his behind deliciously presented, the long, luxuriously silky white hair parted over each shoulder. In the past, the younger shinigami had used said hair as a noose, and as a bridle of sorts, using it against his lover as if punishing him for having it. It was nothing Jyuushiro complained about, inwardly loving the attention and affection, even if it was somewhat stranger than what he had gone through in the past.

A swift flick of his wrist and his shinigami uniform was in a pool at his feet, Gin's smile once again back in place as he kneeled behind the elder guardian and massaged his buttocks, giving each cheek its share of attention before leaning forward and biting the pale flesh, earning himself a grunt of pain from the normally stoic shinigami.

"Gin…"

"Hai, hai. I know. No marks, Jyuu-kun. I'm just playing…"

The smile following Ukitake's light reprimand was replaced by a grimace and a light curl of his upper lip, his eyes falling closed as he edged himself forward slightly, his entire body tensed as the other shinigami slipped two slicked fingers into his tight passage, a low sigh escaping him as a loud expellation of breath as they were suddenly removed again, an annoyed look glanced over his shoulder before the younger man smiled and let go completely, the unmistakable sound of slicked skin being stroked preceding the sharp pain of penetration.

Luckily, the window seat was large enough to easily accommodate two slim figures and as he lowered his upper body to the pillows, Ukitake groaned out loud, a sound that hardly ever came from his non-complainant body, light shivers wracking his slim form as the change in position made the depth of penetration even greater.

Such was the relationship between the two shinigami, Ichimaru taking what he could and Ukitake enjoying every second of it regardless of the pain it caused him, vainly trying to stay stretched out to keep his body from cramping up in the middle. A sharp cry came from the long haired swordsman as fingernails dug into his hips and violently pulled him back to meet a powerful thrust from the younger man, his teeth gritted immediately afterwards as he fought to stay silent, not wanting Sentarou and Kiyone to come running with the idea that their captain was being harmed.

Humbled by the sensual act, Ukitake slipped his right hand down to his crotch and gently stroked himself in time with Gin's thrusts, the soft motions soon turning to a frenzied action of pure need, his mouth open and panting loudly, each forward movement met with a hard shove backwards. It was a side of him that the thirteenth squad captain would never let his comrades see but it was so true to his nature, his youth having been spent between the sheets with many of his friends, most notably the eighth division taichou, Kyouraku Shunsui.

With a barely contained cry, Ichimaru slumped forward and latched his teeth into his lover's right shoulder, his hands leaving the warm hips to hold himself up on either side of the smaller body, his own hips tightly pressed against the other's round behind as he emptied himself in the tight, wet depths. He was hardly a gentle lover but Ukitake loved every minute of it, the vicious bite increasing his arousal until he bit his lower lip and grunted into the pillows, releasing thickly onto the cushion, warm white cream dribbling from his fingers into the somewhat large puddle below himself.

He shivered to dislodge the lightly chuckling third squad captain and rolled onto his side before sitting up straight, avoiding the wet spot and stretching as the mark on his shoulder pulsed painfully, a perfectly molded set of indents showing the obvious appearance of teeth. He winced as he lifted a hand to feel them, offering a nasty glare back at his smirking, sated lover.

"Am I to assume that these are not marks, Gi-kun? What have I told you before?"

"Ahh relax, Jyuu-kun. No one will see them once your clothes are on. You still bathe alone right?"

Ukitake nodded and stood, excusing himself with a slight bow as he made use of the facilities, coming back in a clean yukata and bringing Ichimaru's clothes and shoes to him, a soft knock at the door causing him some alarm, grey eyes wide as they regarded the thick wooden objects.

"Hai? Who's there?"

"Sentarou, Taichou! I've come to see if you need anything before Kiyone comes with your tea!"

Gin broke out in deep, rumbling laughter as Ukitake continued to glare at him, gesturing for him to get dressed because his 'servants' tended to come in without permission when they deemed it necessary. The short haired shinigami's laughter was cut off as a ruckus finally started outside of the room, Sentarou's gruff voice punctuated by Kiyone's higher female voice.

"Sentarou! You didn't bother them while they were in there did you!" The sound of a wicked punch followed her harsh squeal. "Baka! If Ukitake-taichou's comfortable with Ichimaru-taichou, leave them alone!"

"Look how you're letting your feelings interfere, Kiyone! Taichou's in there alone with him! Who knows what sort of danger he could be in! I'm going in!"

"You are not! The tea's not even ready yet! It'd be rude! ….but of course, maybe Taichou's being told to say those things. Open the door, Sentarou!"

Ichimaru had barely enough time to throw on his uniform and tie it up before both third seats came in, hands on the hilts of their swords and eyes wide, searching every nook and cranny before kneeling in front of the longer haired man, hands and heads down in extreme respect.

"Forgive us for barging in, Ukitake-taichou, but we only feared for your safety!"

The white haired swordsman rolled his eyes and waved a dismissive hand, the other gesturing for Gin to slink off, the other absolutely willing to be out of the spotlight as he wanted nothing more than to lie down for a long nap, his body drained of energy and craving a deep rest. With a wide smile, he left through the open window, gone from sight before either shinigami could look up to see him again.

"Would you like your tea now, Taichou? It should be finished."

"Hai, Kiyone. I'll take it outside. The garden is still warm even though the sun has begun to set."

Both seats jumped to and bolted from the room, leaving Ukitake to brood by himself, his shoulder and lower body throbbing from the harsh love he had received, a small smile pulling at his lips as he wriggled to feel the dull ache between his legs. A minute, maybe less, and his comfortable silence was disturbed a second time, loud arguing echoing through the hallway towards his rooms.

"I'll serve the tea, you booger! I don't want your dirty hands touching Taichou's cup!"

"Why you little child! I'm much larger than you, so I should be the one giving orders! Just because you're a girl doesn't mean that you can assume every daily duty as if it's a natural thing to do! Men can do housework too!"

"Well then I'm going to leave Taichou's laundry for you to do tomorrow! And the rest of the squad's too!"

"Even the bedclothes!"

"Even the workout clothes!"

"IIE! That's your job! Women do the laundry!"

"BAKA! You just told me that women don't have set jobs anymore! You're a man! Suck it up and do it for Taichou!"

"Ahhh, hai! For Taichou!"