Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN THEM! I swear. Zabimaru owns my soul and Ichimaru owns my body. My mind though…that's another thing altogether. It's dirty, menacing and dangerous to society, both living and Soul. The only person interested with it, by any slim chance at all, is Zaraki Kenpachi. And he's a naughty boy.
Warnings: MANSECKS. Adult language, adult situations, creepiness and angst of the Kira variety.
Notes: When I started this fic, I never thought it would go this long. Many thanks to all of the readers, reviewers and tolerators of my filthy ramblings. If I could personally give each of you smexy shinigami-style luff, I would.
"I'm determined to see how loudly I can make you howl…"
The red-haired fukutaichou was so shocked by his lover's admission that he forgot how to respond, simply pulling back and staring as if struck by lightning.
"N..nani? Taichou?"
"You heard me, Renji. Get undressed and lie on the bed."
With a tiny squeal of delight, the pony-tailed shinigami snapped into action, pulling away from his groping lover and disrobing as he walked towards the overly large bed, hefting his lithesome form onto the satiny covers. On all fours he turned to look back at the elder man, auburn eyes smoldering with lust. How exciting, to be ordered around by the normally submissive taichou! He fairly shivered with lust.
"You're staring, Byakuya. Like what you see or something?"
The low purr building in the Kuchiki heir's throat gave the former Rukongai resident just how excited the other was, Byakuya's clothes removed faster than the younger man could see, his somewhat chilled rear end suddenly warm again as his lover molded himself against him.
"In all honesty, Renji, I love what I see. And I love what I feel." Large hands gripped and squeezed the young Abarai's behind, garnering a moan and a grind backwards from the vice captain.
"Ahh…what brought this on? Could you not handle a day without seeing me, or what?"
Instead of answering, the cherry blossom wielder slipped himself away from the other's warm form and fumbled in the bedside drawer, bringing out a jar of salve and setting it aside for later use. He had purchased it especially for their sexual sessions and it was a flavoured lotion, as opposed to the simple leather oil they had been using. Though perfect for lubricating, the oil was unpalatable and Renji had, on more than one occasion, mentioned his distaste for licking at his lover's cock after stroking him off with it.
Byakuya returned to his place against Renji's pert ass and gave it a playful grind, wedging his arousal between the slightly parted cheeks, enjoying the ambient heat that emanated from the redhead's tight little pucker. It was nearly maddening, being so tolerable of the other's lust and being the willing participant in Renji's claiming of him, but in the end, Byakuya had dreamt of the moment when he would be able to take the boy as he had so often been taken in the past.
He rested his entire form over the other's back and licked at his neck and shoulders, viciously biting down at the juncture of the two, lapping the dented skin and giving a matching mark to the opposite side. The snarls from his fukutaichou only egged him on further as his right hand slipped down to slowly but firmly stroke the younger male, breathing heavily in his ear as he grinned, a sight Renji couldn't see but could certainly hear in the other's voice.
"I'm surprised that you've given yourself to me so eagerly, Renji. It's not your first time being taken like this, is it?"
The younger man shook his head and turned it a bit, still wriggling his hips back for more stimulation, his eyes half lidded as the delicious grip on his cock slowly sucked away any coherent thoughts he may have had.
"Nah. I was kinda popular in the academy with both guys and girls. Me and Kira tried a few times but he's so fucking timid and all. Oh…and there was Zabimaru too…"
Byakuya heard the zanpakutou's name mentioned and stopped his loving ministrations, sitting back up onto his knees and scooping up the salve, uncorking the top and dipping two fingers inside, intent on torturing the fukutaichou as much as possible before his release. Especially now that jealousy seemed to consume the proper side of his mind.
It was something the nobleman had never engaged in with his late wife, her mention of the entire act being distasteful keeping him from pursuing the endeavor in any way shape or form, even forgoing simple sexual contact and exchanging it for simply holding the small woman in his arms and lightly kissing her hair. To Byakuya, the act of taking someone in such a filthy way, was exciting, and though he was no virgin to the dominant act himself, he merely preferred the submissive side, the stimulation and ease of arousal keeping him happily at the brunt of his lovers' demands.
He held his breath as he roughly slipped the slim digits into the redhead, gritting his teeth as the younger man gripped them with a tightness the young Kuchiki thought would rival that of an untouched woman, slowly withdrawing them and again violating the constricting ring of muscle, twisting them around to fully coat him. Byakuya was larger then Renji, width wise, and he doubted the boy's ability to take him without preparation, feeling oddly compassionate in his lust-blinded haze.
The sultry undulations of Renji's hips did nothing to quell his raging arousal and ignoring the grunt of displeasure from the younger shinigami as he slipped his fingers from him, the kenseikan toting captain took himself into his slippery fingers and stroked quickly, only enough to provide sufficient lubrication before holding the other's hips with his clean hand and plunging in as deeply as he possibly could, leaving no doubt of his desire to claim the pony tailed fukutaichou.
"Ahh, Renji…"
"Fuck, Byakuya! You're like a goddamn horse! Ease up a bit, will you?"
The somewhat icy chuckle from behind him caused Renji to silence himself, lowering his upper body to the sheets and bucking back against the slowly thrusting taichou. He was actually thrilled with the discovery that Byakuya was wilder than he had expected, but the underlying burn of pain in his behind masked his feelings of admiration.
"Jeez, you could've warned a guy, huh? S'not like I do this everyday or anything…"
"Quiet, Renji."
The vice captain bit his lower lip as he rocked back against the other, feeling the bed creak as the nobleman's pace increased, low shudders echoing down Renji's back as he was fucked so deliciously, his mouth open against the lightly scented pillows, breathing in deep gulps of air as he fought to remain somewhat silent.
He could feel his lover's hair brushing over his back as the smaller but more lovely form again draped over his back, both hands roaming across the younger man's body, tracing each of the half formed tattoos as if memorizing them. They were beautiful, he had to admit. But they irritated him as well, knowing that someone who wasn't himself created them, an inhuman incarnation no less. The mere thought of Renji beneath a form Byakuya couldn't imagine caused him to growl lightly, nearly inaudible and unnoticeable save for the changes in his movements.
Zabimaru's master was aware of the changes and he relished them thoroughly, clenching his inner muscles around the object that invaded him so intimately, earning himself a sharp intake of breath from the formal taichou, as well as the gift of a warm hand circling his cock, Byakuya using his position to both of their advantages.
Though slower than what the redhead would have done, it was a sensual, exciting situation anyway, Renji quickly finding his release with a shudder and a guttural cry of the dirtiest street words, the intensity of it making his knees buckle slightly. Byakuya had expected as much as sped up the cadence of his pistoning, taking his lover almost violently, using the spasm within the other's tight sanctum as needed stimulation, his seed coming hard and thick, filling Renji with his sweet, sticky essence.
He was nearly silent in his orgasm but it didn't seem to bother the younger man, the grin obvious on his face as he rolled onto his side and clenched his buttocks, keeping the seeping fluid from escaping any further, resting up on one elbow to look over his sweaty but beautiful lover. With his eyes closed, Byakuya resembled an carved figure, something designed to adorn hallways in a noble house, or to stand alone in a garden, surrounded by blooming plants and water.
He smiled happily and leaned forward for a light kiss, licking at the elder man's lower lip before suckling at it, red eyes smiling as well as he let it go and claimed the soft mouth, moaning quietly as his upper hand traced the lovely curve of Byakuya's hip.
"Mmm, I think we'll have to do that again sometime, taichou. It was sorta really hot." He chuckled out loud. "Probably the best time I've ever had as bottom. Can't say it's happened a lot though."
"You're rambling, Renji. And you called me taichou again."
"Eto…gomen. Habit, you know? Speaking of which, I need to get to the bathroom. Which door was it again?"
One delicate hand lifted out of the sweaty mass of nobleman and pointed to the furthest door from the bed, a tiny bit of light coming from around the jamb as if there was a light on just beyond it.
"Aa, arigato."
Words were lost on the dark haired captain, his light snores already sounding throughout the room as he snuggled the closest pillow, one leg hiked up to keep himself more comfortable, the enticing curve of hip and ass making Renji lick his lips a bit before he headed to the latrine, dead set on finding a washcloth and some warm water to clean himself up with before he made himself comfortable in the Kuchiki heir's bed.
He remembered the last time he had accidentally dripped something on the elder man's haori and the glare he received for it was enough to freeze flames. Wiping up with a sturdy cloth, he laughed to himself, rinsing it out and padding back to the overly large piece of furniture, easily sliding himself up against the other's back and draping an arm over his waist, protective of that which belonged to him, even while sleeping.
"Are you sure the boy is alright with this, Gin? I'd feel absolutely terrible if he was upset about it in any way."
The long haired shinigami sighed softly, contentedly cuddles within the grasp of his younger lover, the snake like taichou lightly nibbling the shell of his ear.
They had spent the better part of the night engaged in coital pleasures, a phrase used by the elder man as Ichimaru grinned adorably and then laughed, loving how formal the stoic thirteenth division captain could be.
"Naa, Jyuu-kun. Relax a little bit. Izuru trusts me enough to spend time with my lover, without the need to check in with him. Besides, who's the taichou and who's the fukutaichou?"
"True enough, I suppose. Forgive me. I forget sometimes what it's like to have someone to watch me so closely. Sentarou and Kiyone not included."
The shorter haired captain lifted his hands from Ukitake's shoulders and slipped out from behind him, gently laying him back against the pillows as he padded naked to the double doors that lead out into the corridor, throwing a light yukata around his shoulders and tying it loosely, enough coverage given by the decidedly short garment to provide him with some sense of dignity.
"Speaking of which, they should be here right about-"
"TAICHOU!"
"-now."
Too enamoured by the view Gin's robe provided him, Ukitake barely registered the loud yell before the doors opened lightly, two pairs of eyes peering in as if worried that they would inadvertently walk into something private. The ill taichou sighed softly and rested his head back, dark eyes following the other captain as he moved back to lie beside him. The barest hint of buttock curved out from under the short yukata and Jyuushirou felt the familiar stirrings of arousal from between his legs, luckily the sheets had been pulled up over his lower half, an after thought in case of a situation such as this.
"Come in you two. You're standing in plain sight while huddling in the crack there."
The two third seats parted the doors and stepped in with their heads bowed, quickly falling to their knees and bowing more formally, something the captain loathed but tolerated. Kiyone, whom he secretly favoured over her male counterpart, lifted her head and smiled, enjoying the sight of the two silver haired taichou together.
"Konbanwa, taichou! We only came to see if you needed anything before we retired for the night. Though we're perfectly aware that Ichimaru-taichou could fetch things for you if you so desired-"
An elbow in her side caused the girl to jump and glare at her attacker, the bearded shinigami giving her a look that suggested she had just committed social suicide, his voice a harsh whisper as he tried to explain the infraction to her without allowing their captain to hear.
"Baka! Captains don't fetch things for themselves! Don't assume that Ichimaru-taichou'll do the jobs we're supposed to do! We can just stay up until they fall asleep!"
"Ah, no! I don't want to disturb them while they're together, remember? It's rare that taichou's so happy so quit being dumb, baka! We'll just make sure they don't need anything before we go to bed!"
"Ingenious! Let me ask!"
"No! It's my turn!"
"It is not! You asked if they needed anything before they left for the picnic!"
Ukitake stared in disbelief, unable to tell the two shinigami that he had indeed heard the entirety of their conversation, allowing them that little bit of dignity, if only to prevent another argument between them. He cleared his throat loudly and leveled a slightly irritated look upon them, leaning back into Gin's embrace as the younger captain slipped an arm around his waist.
"I'm fine for everything tonight. You may go if you've finished everything else. I'll expect you both here bright and early tomorrow morning to help the lower seats with the clean up in the garden. I believe the fourth division has the day off due to their hard work prior to the festival?
Sentarou spoke up first, turning to the side to stick his tongue out at the younger seat.
"Hai, taichou! Unohana-taichou instructed us all accordingly when we arrived with the desserts this morning."
Fuming, the young Kotetsu returned the other's gesture before smiling warmly to their captain and standing back up, assuming that the conversation was finished when Ukitake nodded his approval.
An argument erupted immediately following their departure and through the heavy wood of the doors and he and his lover could still hear the two fighting like children. Though smiling, Ukitake shivered as Ichimaru's tongue ghosted over the shell of his ear, licking at each indentation before flicking the lobe gently.
"Maa, so loyal, Jyuu-kun. I wonder, will my Izuru will ever become so devoted to me?"
"Probably, if you treat him right. C…can you stop that please? I can hardly answer you while you're distracting me."
The younger shinigami pulled away with an odd look, one the thirteenth division captain associated with hurt.
"Gomen ne. I'm just playing."
"You're always 'just playing', Gin. Some days I don't know how I keep up with you."
The cute taichou rested his chin on the other's shoulder and nuzzled the side of his face purring as softly as a content feline.
"It's alright. You're plenty young, Jyuu-kun. You just have to let yourself go sometimes! But for now, I think sleep sounds more fun than additional cuddles. Ne, Ukitake-taichou?"
He was teasing the elder man and Ukitake knew it, rolling onto his back and pulling the other down to settle in, one hand combing through Gin's short hair, the other curled up under his arm, keeping the snake-like shinigami tightly against his side.
Two people worried for his sake was enough for the regal captain to endure, but three? He inwardly sighed and relaxed for a long night of uninterrupted sleep, the only true relaxation he ever really allowed himself. However involuntary it seemed in the end, his body ignorant to everything surrounding him, other than his softly snoring lover.
Having left the gathering when Renji and Momo had, Kira had gone home and set aside the treats he was asked to take home with him, the quiet fourth division shinigami handing out 'care packages' to each of the fukutaichou as they left. He was grateful as he declined to eat too much while in the company of his friends and after his little midnight detour, the blond had planned on a cup of tea and a funeral for the sweet little delicacies.
As it was, his plan succeeded, though success was hardly what the poor blond had in mind as he peered over the sill of Ukitake's bedroom window, dark eyes filled with tears as he again caught his captain in the embrace of the other beautiful shinigami.
He climbed down slowly, sitting against the wall directly beneath the window, on the sloped roof that lead outwards to the walkway between the division headquarters, his knees pulled up to his chest and his arms draped over top, giving himself a place to rest his chin.
It wasn't fair. He knew the two men were lovers at one time but he had doubted it once joining the third squad and becoming to dangerously close to the eternally grinning captain, warming his bed on more than a few occasions and sharing feelings with him that bordered on true love.
The young fukutaichou was happy that Ichimaru was also happy, but at what price did that happiness come? Miserable moods and countless nights spent crying alone in his chambers? Toying with fake smiles and pretend contentedness when speaking with friends? Kira found that he was too devoted to the elder man to give up on him completely, sniffling pathetically as he tried to stifle his sobs, worried about being heard by the sleeping captains.
It was just too delicate a situation. If anything, Ichimaru loved both men, and loved them nearly equally, to Kira's mind at least. When honestly, and obliviously to the young blond, the short haired shinigami had unspoken motives, things not even mentioned by the playful taichou.
Hefting himself back onto his feet, the boy gave one last peek into the window before turning away, seconds from running back to his own quarters and forgoing tea and sweets, wanting the comfort and darkness of his blankets. He turned on his heel towards the east and stopped, his eyes wide and the hairs on the back of his neck rising, the feeling of panic welling up in his throat.
Turning back again, he found the third division captain grinning adorably at him from the window, resting his chin in one upturned hand, his head cocked off to one side. Frozen where he stood, Kira could only whimper like a frightened child, too scared to even reply to his powerful sempai.
"Maa, Izuru. Did you have a nightmare?"
The boy shook his head, his bottom lip quivering from the soft voice.
"Hurry back to bed then. Ukitake-taichou will be upset if you wake him."
Kira swallowed and nodded again, licking his lips as he finally managed a reply, his normally meek voice even quieter because of his embarrassment and fright.
"H...hai, Ichimaru-taichou. I'll go right away."
Gin chuckled and turned away from him, allowing him the ability to leave without being watched, his smile curling into something more sinister as he climbed back into bed behind the elder male, snuggling against his warm form.
From a proper standpoint, the third division captain was being cruel to the boy, allowing him to see he and his lover together and yet loving the young blond in his bed on some nights as well, using him as a comfort when Ukitake was too ill to play, toying with Kira's emotions for his own entertainment. From a proper standpoint.
In retrospect, thought Gin, he had never been proper. Sacrifice and noble actions were best left to those who enjoyed them.
Debauchery and self-serving greed, now those were a lifestyle.