Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN THEM! But fortunately, last night while I was in bed (and probably dreaming, but don't tell me that), I was proposed to by a lovely white haired taichou with a soft voice. He promised me love and devotion and all the angst I could handle. After much pondering, I decided that yes, I'd take him up on his offer, but only if I got to smex his boyfriend a few times a week as well. –laughs-
Warnings: Mansecks. Adult situations. Adult language. Angst. Possibly disturbing. Gasp factor. Be fairly warned, says I. Yarr.
Notes: Christ on a crutch. Has it already been eight chapters? I feel like I've been run through the wash cycle and have been left to soak in the murky water. My brain's mush, my body's squeaky and I keep trying to surface out of the diluted Bleach. Ha, ha. I know bad joke. Gimme a break. I'm churning with ideas. I'm washing my hands of the situation. Bear with me as I work with this unbalanced load. –continues laughing-
Sunday, by all accounts and recollections, was a wasted day. No one showed up for the morning meeting Genryuusai-dono called and he grumpily cancelled it, irritatedly shuffling himself back home so he could wile away the time in much the same manner as that of his appointed court guardians. After all, if they could be lazy slobs all day and waste Seireitei's time, he sure as hell could too.
Once Monday morning rolled around, he, like the other members of the Gotei 13, woke bright and early, dressed and was in his office before the sun rose. Less than an hour later, his beloved captains started to arrive, each one stepping inside the elder man's squad room and saying their good morning's in turn. They were each dismissed to their respective inner offices for a good portion of the morning, a time most of the vice captains loathed because it was their scheduled time to do the week past's accumulated paperwork.
Renji was no exception to this rule.
"Oi, does this all have to written out in full?"
The stack of papers on his desk was less than what his captain had but still the redhead found a reason to whine about them. He had everything set up to be there the rest of the day if needed but because it was such a nice day and because of the flirty little looks Byakuya was giving him over his own lifted papers continued, the younger shinigami found it hard to both concentrate and do a good job.
"This's gonna take me all fucking day…"
"Stop grumbling about it, Renji." The exasperated taichou finally managed to grind out. "Our division has so little paperwork to begin with. Why does it bother you so much?"
A shuffle of papers and a grunted 'kuso!' and the pony tailed vice captain raised his head again, lifting his right hand to scratch at his cheek, a small smear of ink now marring his skin.
"Because it's fucking weak. I wanna be out doing something. Fighting, sparring, getting into trouble. Something!"
"That's the eleventh division blood in you talking. You'll always think about them when doing something of a less powerful nature."
A snort. "Oh yeah. And I think of Zaraki-taichou so often too, Byakuya. All those scars and that height. He's all muscle. I've seen him in the baths before and hoo-boy, what a sight. Kinda makes a guy wanna threaten his own life to get closer to him."
He was purposely egging his lover on and with a waggle of his eyebrows, the younger death god lowered his head and started in on his smothering pile of work, despite the dark haired captain's glower of absolute jealousy.
Bored of his own work and knowing that his diligent little fukutaichou would handle his share for him, Ichimaru wandered the halls of the large building, passing offices of the captains he hardly associated with, leaning past the doorway to the tenth division's main room and waving playfully at the seated vice captain there. Rangiku rolled her eyes through a smile and was gifted with a wide one from her childhood friend. It was seldom that he ever came by anymore and though rumours were only that, she couldn't help but believe them when it came to the snake faced shinigami.
He left again without notice, simply appearing and disappearing as if he hadn't even been there in the first place, followed down the hall by a grumbled curse about his lack of care regarding other people's feelings. Gin smiled to himself and slid past the eleventh squad's office, ducking a chair and two empty bottles of sake as they flew into the hall, the unmistakable sound of a fight going on within the small room. So, Zaraki-taichou was in a good mood. How interesting.
Twelfth division was a different story entirely, having its own office in a smaller building, complete with its laboratory and storage areas. The silver haired taichou knew better than to bother venturing into its depths and besides, neither the captain, nor the vice captain interested him in any way. They were both odd individuals who needed to be locked away in a cage somewhere and studied, much like the animals in their testing facility. Ichimaru was happy to avoid them entirely and quickly stalked up to the door of thirteenth squad's office, peeking only his head around the doorjamb and frightening the life out of its captain.
"Ahh, Gin! You have to stop doing that! Announce your arrival! Make some noise or something."
The spouted words amused the younger man as he slipped inside and left the door open, intent on normal conversation instead of a more illicit meeting. The two shinigami had taken their fill of each other the previous day, repeatedly, and even then, Gin walked away feeling bad because his lover was so undeniably upset over what had transpired the day before in the burial grounds.
"Naa, Jyuu-kun. I was just walking by and thought you could use some company. I'm sorry if I scared you."
"Just…let me know when you're coming by next time. Perhaps I should put a bell around your neck. It would at least rival those of Kenpachi."
Comfortably, Ichimaru settled himself onto the large divan and stretched out, closing his eyes as he rested his head back against the upright portion, his sleek form seemingly thinner than Ukitake remembered but that was Gin really. He had always been immeasurably slim and in truth, it was one of the reasons the white haired taichou found him so attractive.
"Have you eaten yet today, Gin?"
A shake of the man's head gave a negative as one long fingered hand toyed with the tassels on the pillow behind him.
"Nope. I got up early, went and made sure Izuru was ready to go and then came here."
"Would you like to join me for-"
"Already taken care of, taichou!"
Both men turned to stare at Kiyone and Sentarou, each standing in the doorway that lead into the next room of the office, a small kitchenette set up for Ukitake's tea and soothing herbal drinks as well as space enough to cook simple meals should the ill captain ever need something in a hurry.
"We've taken the liberty of preparing something for both of you!" The bearded third seat chirruped.
Their captain groaned slightly but smiled nonetheless, pushing himself back from the large desk and patting the other chair for Gin to come over and occupy, watching happily as the younger man slid off of the divan and came over, sitting back politely as Kiyone placed the tray in front of him, Sentarou doing the same with Jyuushiro's.
"Thank you. Both of you."
They nodded excitedly and backed left, Sentarou receiving a hard punch to the upper arm as his female counterpart chided him for getting to set down their captain's tray. They both loved the man, as well as his lover, but there were still times when it was a good game of rock paper scissors that determined who got to set Ukitake-taichou's tray before him.
"They're wonderful, Jyuu-kun." The younger shinigami replied as he dug into his steaming plate. It was a simple fare but delicious regardless, his hashi clicking softly as he devoured nearly half of it before looking back up with a sauce-soiled grin.
"Aa, they are. They make not having a fukutaichou bearable. Most days anyway."
Ichimaru nodded slightly and went back to packing away the slightly spicy food, listening to the arguments coming from the doorway as Zaraki's disagreement with a subordinate spilled out into the hall, his growls and deep chuckles rattling everything that wasn't nailed down.
"Maa, what I wouldn't give to be free of all this madness…"
Gin's words mystified the elder captain but through a mouthful of his favourite breakfast and a smile, he pretended not to show the odd sense of discomfort he felt when hearing the cryptic sentence. It was still early in the day though. Maybe Ichimaru was only speaking sleepily…
"Mou…there's so much to do still…"
Byakuya dug his fingernails into his desk as he finally tossed his papers down and glared at his whining fukutaichou, dark eyes wide as he stared the redhead down. The pathetically simpering swordsman only gave a glare back, complete with a stuck out tongue and lowered his head again to finish describing his last Hollow encounter.
"…and then I sliced it up good. One slash with Zabimaru and they're toast. Everyone knows that. Che. I have to write it all down for you though, don't I, Genryuusai-shobantai-taichou-sama?"
He set the brush down and gave his wrist a shake, hating the fact that the first division captain commander's name had characters in it that defied logical script, so much that they cramped his wrist when he finished them off with a flourish. Sighing, the young vice captain picked the brush back up, sloughed it over the ink board and went back to his unusually lax report.
"…then there was the time Kuchiki-taichou and I went to the living world and brought back pie. You know what pie is right? Well, it's kinda like an open pastry with fillings. Fruity stuff and some kinda spicy meat one that the living people eat during the winter holidays…"
"Renji."
The redhead jumped and again spilled his ink tablet, swearing under his breath and looking up at Byakuya, offering him a dark scowl.
"Jeez, taichou! You're gonna kill me one day. You move without even making a single fucking sound."
Ignoring his lover's rudeness, the elder man leaned down and snatched the paperwork from the now-soiled desk, crumpling it in his hand and tossing it into the small bin beside his own desk.
"Oi! That was almost finished!"
"You haven't yet begun your paperwork, Renji. That was a disgrace."
"But…it had details of our mission in it."
"Genryuusai-dono doesn't care what you can do with your zanpakutou. Nor does he care what you think of having to do your reports."
Renji sighed and rolled his eyes, dropping his head to the desk and turning it slightly to still be able to peer at his beautiful lover, a smile slowly creeping its way back onto his face for seemingly no reason at all.
"Plus, he also knows what pie is. You should take some time out of your busy day to visit him and ask about it, Renji. The shobantai-fukutaichou is a master baker. When he was alive, he was renowned for his pastries."
The pony tailed shinigami promptly lost his smile and groaned, lifting his head and giving the desk a good thumping, much to the amusement of his captain.
Though a normal day in the offices ended when the paperwork was finally complete, the eldest of the shinigami usually retired to his home early in the day, eager to sit in his garden on the nicest of autumn days and ignore everything remotely work-related. As a courtesy to his beloved staff, the entirety of the Gotei 13 were let go once Genryuusai-dono sent his messenger to each of the captain's offices.
Excited about the day finally being over, Renji, having finished his paperwork properly and even allowing it to be looked over by his lover, tossed the signed sheets into a pile and hurried out, slipping Zabimaru back into his belt and pecking the elder man on the lips, much to Byakuya's surprise.
"I'm gonna be up at the Soukyou grounds. Me and Kira are gonna do some sparring before the fall tournament comes around. You wanna come watch?"
The regal Kuchiki heir shook his head and hefted himself out of his comfortable chair, also tying his zanpakutou back onto his obi and brushing the wrinkles from his haori, lightly shaking his head to allow his hair to re-drape itself over his shoulders.
He was lust incarnate, according to Renji, and the redhead moaned softly when he realized he was becoming aroused by the man's simple actions. He had scheduled a meeting with the third division fukutaichou though, so he couldn't very well stay to ravage his lover. His hormonal demands would have to be dampened for the time being.
"Oi, I'm gonna go now, before I do something I'm gonna regret later."
He gave the noble taichou another kiss, this one on the cheek, and was gone less than a second later, the sound of his sandals slapping against the hardwood following him down the corridor.
Byakuya only sighed and collected both sets of papers, stacking them neatly and carrying them to the main office, where they were left to be read and sorted accordingly by the captain commander. Sometimes, the sixth squad captain mused, his own division seemed so quiet work-wise but emotion-wise, it was horrendous on his mind.
From the closest window to himself, the sakura wielder peered out at his lover as the pony tailed shinigami ran through the dusty inner streets of Seireitei, followed closely by the shy third squad vice captain, Byakuya remembering immediately that he was Renji's academy friend and was entirely trustworthy according to the boy's own captain. Though Byakuya hadn't trusted Gin since the first day he had met him, his own instincts told him that the blond was safe.
Still, jealousy and the minute want to follow couldn't be swayed from the nobleman's mind and if he had noticed correctly, the appearing and disappearing form following the boys along the rooftops could only be that of the third division captain himself. So, his instincts were just as sharp as Byakuya's. How intriguing…
Renji, running headlong up the curling stairway to the top of the execution grounds, smiled warmly and even laughed out loud, having spent more time with the straight-laced fukutaichou than anyone else. He trusted Kira with his life and though he'd never admit it to the boy's face, he loved him. There was a companionable silence they always shared, a communal love for everything remotely honourable.
Once gaining the terrace on the great outcropping, the redhead immediately disappeared into the thick woods that circled the area, keen on hiding from the frighteningly skilled blond. Because they had made it to vice captain, their skills were obviously better than most, but Kira was a special case, especially once one considered his change in attitude while sparring.
"Renji-kun! Mou…you've gone off and left me already! I wanted to at least get to the Souk-"
The younger boy squealed in fright as the larger form came down from the trees above, wailing loudly as he brandished Zabimaru with enough force to kill. He dodged to the side and slipped Wabisuke from its sheath, holding the black hilted sword out in front of himself in a defensive position. He knew that his friend was aggressive with his attacks and with wide, dark eyes, he watched the redhead stand up from his low crouch.
"Nice one, Kira."
The smaller shinigami shook his head and lowered his sword, keeping it out in case the savage vice captain at him again without warning.
"It wasn't really. If you hadn't yelled, I wouldn't have known you were there. You're masking your reiatsu too well."
"Am I? I didn't think it hid that much."
Though their flash steps were basic and hardly useful yet, both men darted off in different directions at the sudden end of their conversation, Renji to the east, Kira to the North, heading in basically the same direction considering both ways led to the Soukyou stand. The grand pillars rose up hundreds of feet into the air and stopping in front of the guide wires to the immense zanpakutou, the two vice captains faced off.
"This is somewhat serious, Kira. Like I said last week, you need to come at me with a bit more anger. You're trying to kill your opponent. Usually anyway. Don't think of me as me."
The blond smirked slightly because of his friend's horrible grammar and crouched low, his weapon raised in a threat before he started off running, crying out as he brought the sword up and sliced it down with a wicked slash. The breeze from the vicious attack whipped at Renji's hair, fluttering the spiked strands as the taller man dodged and lifted his own sword to counter the attack, the fresh sound of two swords clashing together echoed over the wide, desolate plateau.
They continued until the sun started to set and Renji finally brought his hand up to stop the other boy's attacks, tired enough to be breathing heavily and marked in numerous places with light cuts and scrapes. They both walked in that companionable silence to the stand of trees and sat down on the cool grass beneath them, resting against the large trunk.
"That was more like it. You fucking got me good that last time."
The redhead lifted his right arm to show the eight-inch gash that ran along the forearm, blood slowly seeping from it, which he irritatedly wiped on the grass beside him.
"I had to get you back for this, Renji-kun."
Kira showed an equally nasty mark that ran the length of his left shin. He had dipped to the side just a second to slow and Renji had dragged Zabimaru's tip across the delicate skin.
"Ahh, gomen. I didn't mean to hurt you too badly."
"You didn't. I'll live."
The sixth division fukutaichou chuckled and sat forward enough to un-tuck his yukata and kimono from the heavy pants, shrugging it off of his well-muscled shoulders. The younger man couldn't help but watch, licking his lips unconsciously as each inch of the redhead's upper body was revealed, the growing tattoos a stark contrast to his golden, but still light, skin. Bravely, the blond made his attention known by staring just long enough for the other male to notice, a wicked smirk painting itself onto Renji's face.
"Naa, Kira. See something you like?"
The young fukutaichou stammered slightly but his tiny nod hadn't gone unseen by the other, a low purr, nearly a growl leaving Renji's lips as he shifted over onto his hands and knees and crawled towards the boy. Izuru could only stare as his friend moved so seductively, so much like a hunting animal. He could only see the pupils of the pony-tailed shinigami's eyes, the red nearly gone as a bare sliver of it circled the black centers.
"Ano..what are you doing, Renji-kun?"
"What's it look like I'm doing?"
Kira blinked and settled even closer to the tree, the bark digging into his back through the layers of uniform, his heart beating entirely too fast for his tiny frame. He was in love with the red-haired shinigami but he wasn't sure if he was brave enough to actually go through with being intimate with him.
"Renji-kun...I don't think I want to do what you're planning on doing.."
A snort and a shuffle came as the taller man took the blond by the shoulders and roughly brushed him to the ground, the grass soft enough to be comfortable, easily settling between the boy's legs as they parted suspiciously fast.
"Seems like you've done it before, Kira. Virgins don't exactly accept someone that easily. 'Specially if they're trying to fend the other guy off.."
He had no response for that, his arms moving up to hold the elder man by the shoulders, barely pushing back as a gentle rock of Renji's hips has him moaning out loud, already becoming aroused because of both the friction and the sight of the tattooed shinigami's body.
"Ahhh…Renji-kun…please…Ichimaru-taichou will be upset if he catches me..."
"He won't catch you. No one knows we're here. 'Sides, he's probably with Ukitake-taichou. I remember Byakuya saying something about them being together.."
Upon hearing about his captain and sometime lover's extracurricular activities with the other beautiful taichou, Kira grimaced and let his arms fall lax, being rewarded with a seductive little growl from Renji and a set of warm hands deftly undoing the knots in his obi. He was no virgin, this boy, but because of his delicateness and soft spoken manner, the redhead felt as if he had to be careful, more careful than when he engaged in coitus with his own lover.
By now Renji was exceptionally aroused and he nearly hurt as his cock throbbed within his hakama, only pulling away from the smaller body once Kira was fully untied, backing away completely so the blond could shimmy out of his pants and lay back down naked, taking the quick opportunity to disrobe himself and resettle between the parted thighs. Calloused hands ran the length of each smooth, nearly hairless calf igniting giggles and soft sighs from the younger fukutaichou.
The sixth division member was truly intriguing. To Kira, he was almost mystifying. His severe hairstyle, the sharp angles of his jaw line. Even the tattoos themselves spoke of a deeper meaning he could hardly even consider understanding. He was touched that the well loved vice captain found him attractive enough to gift him with his admirations and sexual advances, but there was still that underlying fear, as if he was worried about being caught, regardless of his captain's own 'cheating' ways. He doubted that Byakuya would be so forgiving if he found Renji in such a position.
"Kuso…I don't have any salve or anything with me to make it easier on you."
"It's fine, Renji-kun. Ichimaru-taichou doesn't use any on me. He just kinda forces it in…"
The red eyed swordsman grinned ferally and with both hands, lifted Kira's thighs and bent them back towards his chest as he slipped down to where his pulsing and swollen erection rubbed against the obviously used but seemingly small hole. It was easy enough to drape the blond's legs over his shoulders and with one hand on his arousal and the other holding him up somewhat over the other, Renji slipped the head past the tight little ring and groaned out loud as he slipped right inside, barely meeting any resistance at all.
The third squad vice captain cried out in pain though, quickly silenced by a deep kiss from the larger man, his dark eyes closing from their shocked state and both arms coming up to wrap around Renji's neck, pulling him down even closer and deepening the penetration, each hard thrust met with a grunt and a whimpered moan from the shy shinigami. Zabimaru's master was in absolute heaven, having enjoyed his captain's love many times and still preferring it, but there was something so taboo about fucking his long time academy friend. It may have been the same fear that Kira felt in the back of his mind, that fear of being caught by his lover.
Bah, never happen. He thought. Just the tightness of Kira's passage and the lusty little sobs that issued from the blond's mouth turning him on even more, their kisses enflamed and even desperate just before Renji sat back slightly so he could be fully on his knees and cupped a hand around the other's arousal, stroking him viciously, hungrily, earning himself a sobbed moan and a stifled cry. The younger shinigami stiffened and released, spurting in tiny gushes onto his belly and lifting his head, Kira watched the last little bit fountain up and dribble over the other's closed fist.
Renji, though skilled as a lover and proud of his ability to last for long periods of time with his captain, amazed himself with the swiftness of his own completion, low animalistic grunts of pleasure barely sounding in Kira's ears before the smaller form felt the undeniable heated wetness fill him, moaning softly because of the odd but delightfully arousing sensation it caused. He was smothered less than a minute later as the tattooed shinigami allowed himself to fall, the blond's legs wrapping around his waist to accommodate his much more massive size, Kira's wide eyes drifting off to the woods and staying there for a moment, unseen by Renji.
"Mmmm…Kira…that was great.."
"Ahh, hai, Renji-kun."
Hardly able to enjoy his blissful reverie, Renji lifted his head from the other's chest and stared into a set of absolutely frightened dark eyes, giving a sharp jerk of his head over his right shoulder and staring in disbelief as he regarded his lover staring down at them from less than ten feet away.
Damn his inability to sense reiatsu! He didn't even notice his own captain coming up on them! Kira was better at it but because of his relaxed state and sudden release, he was too preoccupied mentally to have noticed it either. Swallowing, Renji pulled out and rolled onto his behind, quickly snatching up his outer kimono and throwing it on, standing to tie it quickly and watching as the blond did the same.
He had barely managed to make two steps towards the inwardly seething taichou before he was struck with the Kuchiki heir's energy, immediately crouching low to the ground as the force of it knocked the wind out of him and made him weak in the knees.
Byakuya was positively fuming, having thought that his lover was safe with the blond and knowing that despite his love for his friends, Renji would remain faithful. How naïve he had been. It had probably been going on for longer than he had even suspected. Glowering, the dark haired shinigami turned his back and instantly his reiatsu lessened slightly, giving the two suffering fukutaichou a chance to breathe again.
Renji knew his time was up. He would be punished severely for his indiscretion and the thought of his upset his lover must truly be to avoid speaking even, pained the redhead. He watched as the white cloak and scarf disappeared into the trees and he rolled onto his side, to peer at Kira, blinking when he didn't see the boy lying there any longer. Panicked, he looked around and then spotted the somewhat struggling vice captain, a pale arm around his throat and a grinning captain to whom it was attached.
He stared dumbfounded, unable to speak anything at all. Why hadn't he noticed that Kira looked away from him just before he rolled off? Why didn't he think that though he couldn't sense reiatsu, that everyone else in Seireitei could and would have known that something was going on at the execution grounds?
Ichimaru grinned down at the stunned fukutaichou and chuckled softly, lifting his other hand from the blond's side to gently pet Kira's hair, giving a tiny bit of cynical advice before taking off, presumably back to his quarters within third division.
"Yare, yare, Abarai-kun. Looks like you just made yourself a date with death, hmm? Kuchiki-taichou didn't look too happy did he? Better run along now. Izuru and I have a bit of a discussion ahead of us. Ja ne."