Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN THEM! –insert hilarious comment here-
Warnings: Angst, possibly disturbing. Adult language and adult situations.
Notes: Whoa. Double digits. This chapter as well as the last part of the previous chapter, were inspired by a reader's suggestion that Byakuya is a jealous lover. Knowing his attitude and how things ended in chapter nine, severe angst is imminent. Beware. I'd also like to say thank you to the patient readers. There's a major anime convention in Toronto, Canada on the Labour Day weekend (first weekend in September), and I've been scrambling to finish cosplay outfits and to make reservations and whatnot for hotel rooms and convention events, such as the Masquerade etc. Thanks for waiting.
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"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."
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Renji immediately gathered the rest of his clothes and after tucking Zabimaru back into his belt he ran off, heading towards the Kuchiki estate, knowing that his lover would certainly return to his home after such an upset.
It was close to the Soukyou grounds so it didn't take him long to arrive and when he finally did, he was greeted at the gates by the two rather gruff guards he had had the pleasure of dealing with. They both stared him down as if he were just the Rukongai garbage he was before he had become a shinigami, even though they had actually spent the time getting to know the younger shinigami after learning of his involvement with their lord. He glared back and huffed, irritated with the situation already and honestly not in need of more complications.
"Oi, what's with this? I've been here tons of times. Let me through."
The black haired men looked to each other before resting their right hands on the hilts of their zanpakutou.
"Orders from Kuchiki-sama himself. You're not to be admitted."
The look the redhead gave would have been adorably squinted had he not have been in the worst mood ever.
"The hell? I'm a personal friend of his! Are you sure he meant me?" He asked angrily, masking his absolute anger in case the two were actually in the mood to fight him.
The taller of the two nodded and stepped forward slightly, his hand never leaving his sword.
"Rokubantai-fukutaichou, Abarai Renji."
Heaving a heavy sigh and rolling his eyes at the useful but now much hated guards, Renji left, taking to the wall tops instead of walking along the roadways, deciding that if the nobleman was going to be so rude about it, he would just go home and wait for it to pass over.
What the poor vice captain didn't realize however, was just how long a Kuchiki could hold a grudge.
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In the darkness of Ichimaru's bedroom, deep within the bowels of the third division headquarters, Kira whimpered loudly as the silver haired captain, still nude from their rather vicious session only moments before, dragged his weapon of choice across the blond's back and buttocks, each strike and drag punctuated with a berating sentence of some kind.
It had only been five minutes and already the young fukutaichou was crying to be freed.
"Sumimasen, Ichimaru-taichou! I won't ever do it again, I swear! Please, no more!"
The elder shinigami chuckled softly and finally did pull the sharp object away from his toy's back, licking the tiny bit of blood from it before setting the item aside, leaving it where it lay on the bedside table. He slithered his way up against the smaller man and straddled his tightly closed thighs, enjoying the submissive position when his vice captain was on his belly, the view of his firm little ass and muscled shoulders causing a natural reaction in the snake-like taichou.
"You were very naughty to play with him like that, Izuru. Don't you know he belongs to Kuchiki-taichou?"
The boy's sobs dissipated slightly but he continued to sniffle, his face buried in the pillows to both muffle his screams and hide his embarrassment.
"I know he does, but he came on to me and I thought it'd be ok if…"
The smirk on Gin's face was unmistakably feral.
"It'd be ok if what, Izuru?"
"If…you and Kuchiki-taichou never found out."
The third division captain's eyes opened as he nuzzled the back of the prostrate swordsman's head, softly licking at the delicate skin below Kira's hairline.
"We always know what's going on, my little Izuru."
The vice captain's whimpers were muffled by a cool hand this time and even though he thrashed somewhat violently, there was no escaping his angry captain.
He only hoped that Renji was doing better than he was. However frightening Ichimaru Gin was, there was no denying the ultimate fear he felt when faced with the angered sixth division leader. As Gin left him to bleed out on the already soiled bed, Kira watched the elder man grin maliciously as he exited the room, his clothes thrown back on, as well as his haori, giving light to the fact that he was going out.
Where though, the blond hadn't a clue. Normally, Gin stayed to watch him suffer.
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Unaccustomed to being part of a serious betrayal, Byakuya had gone back to his home and had ordered the guards to keep his vice captain away, shocking them slightly as the redhead had been a staple in the household for many months now. They agreed out of duty and after having tossed the pony-tailed fukutaichou out, felt terrible about it. He was like a friend now, all smiles and rude jokes when they spoke.
From his window, the dark haired nobleman watched his lover leave the area and head in the direction of his own home, a low sigh emitted from him before he turned to face the bedroom, furnishings toppled over, clothing and bed linens strewn about as if someone had ransacked it.
It had only been the kenseikan toting captain himself, in a jealous rage. He had torn the sheets from the bed and threw them aside, Renji's clothes from a previous night, washed and dried and left to await their next use, also thrown into the furthest corner. He sighed out loud and started to tidy, unable to handle such a mess, even if he was so angry it nearly blinded him.
In his haste to return to his home, Byakuya had allowed his reiatsu to continue to leak out and had frightened his staff so badly, that two of the girls had run for their lives, leaving the duty of cleaning to him anyway, as there was no longer anyone to do it for him. Just the very thought of anyone within arms reach at that moment made him feel like strangling them, regardless of who they might be.
Dark eyes surveyed the now somewhat tidier room and he sought refuge on the plush divan, resting his head back with his eyes open, the window behind him and the high ceiling directly in front of his field of view. The crickets chirped as the sun finally disappeared and they were soon joined by a light snickering sound, like someone watching a dirty situation that he shouldn't have been and was laughing at it.
Immediately, the regal Kuchiki recognized the voice and sat up from his relaxed position, leveling a dark stare on the silver haired taichou who sat comfortably on his windowsill.
"Naa, Kuchiki-taichou. You look kinda upset. Did something happen?"
It took an immense amount of willpower to avoid decking the slimmer man but Byakuya held himself back, merely sighing again and turning his gaze from the ever-grinning mask.
"You know very well that something did. Your fukutaichou is a nuisance and a hindrance to my relationship. I suggest you set him straight."
Gin smiled even more broadly and stretched his legs out, his head tipped back against the upright part of the large arched window.
"You make it sound like my Izuru's the only problem. Your fukutaichou seduced him, not the other way around. He's a brute. Izuru was probably overwhelmed by his forcefulness and wasn't able to-"
"Enough, Ichimaru. They are both to blame. I'm in the process of punishing Renji for his ignorance. What have you done about yours?"
The sly grin changed shape and morphed into one of frightening mischief, his eyes opening to properly look at the angered captain.
"He has been dealt with, Kuchiki-taichou. I assure you. You can always come back to my quarters and take a look for yourself. He's quite unable to move, let alone do this a second time."
Byakuya was uninterested in what the sneaky man did with his lover and shaking his head, he got up from the divan and crossed to the basin, pouring himself some of the clean water and with a cloth, he patted the back of his neck and his forehead, trying to cool his head and decide what the best course of action would be concerning his lover's indiscretion.
"Go back to your fukutaichou, Ichimaru. I will deal with mine as I see fit. Be sure to keep him from my sights, as well as from Renji's grip. I will make sure of the same from my end. I don't want to see him anywhere near Renji. There will be dire consequences if such a thing even comes close to happening."
With a light bow, Gin bowed slightly and hopped out, landing on the next lower rooftop where he looked back up with a dangerous smirk, his voice carrying lightly over the nighttime breeze.
"I can feel your animosity towards Izuru pouring out of your reiatsu, Kuchiki-taichou. But as a promise I have only used once before, in a forgotten lifetime, if anything happens to him that's not caused by me, I'll hunt you down. Nobility be damned."
And he was gone.
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Renji slept fitfully through the night, many times waking and looking around the pitch blackness of his bedroom, expecting to see his lover standing in a corner with Senbonzakura held aloft as if to strike him down. It wouldn't be the first time the redhead had imagined the elder man in his room, Byakuya's current threatening nature aside.
The young Abarai yawned and stretched under his light covers, shifting out of bed to stretch a second time and growling in the back of his throat, his right hand scratching between his pecs and then across his belly. The promise of a new day hardly thrilled him as he quickly washed his hair and dressed in his daily uniform, dreading the forthcoming workday. He'd have to face his lover sooner or later and with any luck, sooner would die a horrible death and make room for glorious later.
He padded to his small kitchen and scrunched his nose at the thought of simple tea, instead strapping on his sandals and heading to the Gotei 13 offices, knowing that in the commissary there would be fresh baked goods and porridge. Licking his lips, Renji started for the center of Seireitei with a tiny smile on his face.
The main gates to the powerful center loomed in front of him as the calmer swordsman approached, lifting a hand to wave at Hinamori, who beamed brightly at him and waved in return. Just as recently as he and Kira had been given the title of fukutaichou, she had as well, her smile genuine to the redhead as Renji knew she loved her captain. She would be very happy with him, his gentle nature and calming voice certainly helping the somewhat skittish girl.
"Yo, Hinamori!"
"Good morning, Abarai-kun! I think Kuchiki-taichou's already inside. I saw his door open when I came first thing."
Renji balked slightly but nodded with a smile nonetheless, passing right by her in his haste to get into the office on time. It wouldn't do to anger his lover any more than he already had.
"Thanks!" He called over his shoulder, nearly bowling a fourth division member over as he took a corner too sharply, heading down the long corridor that would take him to the fifth, sixth and seventh division's offices. He smiled back at the frightened boy and got a tiny smile in return, uncertain of who he was and honestly not caring as he came up to his door, slowing his step and peering around the door.
Byakuya sat at the large desk with a stack of papers to his right, a tea tray sitting in front of him with a steaming pot and two cups. He was looking right at the door as if waiting for his subordinate to arrive, long fingered hand clasped on top of the oaken surface. Renji cleared his throat and stepped in, giving a tiny bow before taking the papers that were his own responsibility and sitting down at his own desk.
"Morning, taichou."
"Leave the paperwork and come back over here, Renji. I have a few things I'd like to discuss with you."
The boy swallowed and winced, setting the pile aside and returning to the front of the elder man's desk, his head bowed slightly.
"I'm not going to say that I'm over it, Renji. I'm also not going to tell you that I forgive you. I'm very disappointed."
He braved a look up at his lover and found an intense stare that could turn water to ice, his bowels tightening right up in a vicious cramp.
"I don't know what to say to make it up to you, Byakuya. I'm sorry's not gonna cut it right?"
"No, Renji. During my long life in Soul Society I've had many lovers and even a wife to whom I was utterly devoted. None of them had ever been with someone else while we were together. I have never been cheated on, as the living like to call it."
Now the redhead felt as if he had to prove his side of things, his hands lifting to move as he spoke, showing that he was indeed trying to be sincere.
"But it was only one time! Kira was just all hot and sweaty and shit! You know how I get when I see you like that! I couldn't help myself…"
He trailed off when he saw the anger rise even more on the elder man's face, his skin colouring lightly. He stood up and slammed his hands down on the desk, shaking the teapot and toppling his papers.
"That makes no difference! How would you have felt if you had caught me with someone else in that situation? Shunsui? Or Aizen?"
Renji's hands clenched and he glared at his angered lover, immediately snarking right back at him in defense.
"I'd be fucking pissed is what! And why the fuck did you choose them as examples? Have you got a fucking thing for them, or what?"
Wisely, the sixth division captain moved from around his desk and behind the defensive standing fukutaichou, tugging the door closed so their argument wouldn't become Gotei 13's hottest news.
"They were only examples, Renji. Quiet your voice down a little bit. I don't need the entirety of Soul Society knowing what has happened."
The redhead pouted in true shame and turned from his lover, flopping himself down in his chair and crossing his arms over his chest, trying to be quiet but only managing to breathe less noisily, red eyes glaring at the elder swordsman.
"Yeah, well it's not like we planned it or anything. It just sorta happened."
"But explain to me why it did happen, Renji. Keep in mind that you're not the only one in trouble either. Ichimaru visited me last night and told me of his dealings with Kira-fukutaichou."
Renji's hackles were up at the mention of something bad having been done to his best friend, his eyes slimming down into a barely distinguishable scowl.
"What the fuck did he do to Kira?"
"That's none of your concern. It's up to the captain to punish his subordinates as he sees fit. Besides, have you forgotten that the two of them are lovers as well? The matter is, Renji, that you two thought nothing of us while being together out there."
"It was fucking habit, Byakuya! We did it all the time back at the academy after training!"
At this, the dark haired Kuchiki's nose wrinkled with disgust and anger and he turned his back to the young vice captain, unable to even face him.
"What, so you're gonna turn your fucking back on me now? Fine!"
Renji left no doubt as to his whereabouts once Byakuya turned and saw that he was gone, the door ajar and stomping feet heading down the hall signaling his escape. He sighed out loud and walked back to his chair, casually lowering himself into it and staring uselessly at his paperwork, leaving it all unfinished while he merely spaced out.
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Though his torture had been severe, Kira was used to being treated as such by his captain, his young body healed quickly and he was usually eager to have it done a second time once he had caught his breath. This time however, he was sorer than normal and his wounds, while small, were numerous and had bled over their bounds, the sheets around him soaked a deep crimson.
The implement of his torture, a crop whip with teeth in the looped end, sat on the bedside table, his blood dried to its vicious little metal prongs. He had deserved it, that much he was sure of, but why had he let it happen? He was a grown man, capable of making his own sexual decisions. Was it his love for the snake-like captain that kept him so obedient? Was it the loyalty he felt to the man who took him in when Aizen-taichou cast him out of the fifth squad?
"Ohhh itai…" He moaned, as he shifted over onto his side. "I'll have to find the ointment this time…"
"You'll do no such thing, Izuru." Came a slightly malicious voice from the doorway.
The blond turned to see who it was and immediately bowed his head against the pillow, whimpering slightly as his body began its telltale shiver of both fright and excitement.
"S…sumimasen, Ichimaru-taichou."
Sliding his way to the bed, the ever-grinning captain sat down beside his young subordinate and ran a hand along the open lacerations, eliciting hisses of pain from the boy before lifting it and bringing it down upon the exposed flesh of Kira's behind, a sound slap if ever there was one.
The younger shinigami flinched and moaned openly, one of pain but compared to his sounds of pleasure, there truly was no difference.
"Are you certain that you'll behave this time, Izuru? I don't wanna have to do this to you again. Not so soon again, anyway."
The promise in Ichimaru's voice made the other close his eyes tightly, nodding to the man's question and relaxing somewhat under the gentle rubbing motions of the slapping hand. It ran light circles over the punished flesh and though it avoided the deepest of wounds, even the feather-light touch ached throughout his poor body.
"I swear, Ichimaru-taichou. I'll never do it again. I'll never do anything to defy you again."
"Mm, good boy. Now, go on and clean yourself up. I've got more things to do today and I can't leave you home alone anymore."
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Ukitake, in his formal attire and adorned with a ponytail as opposed to simple free styled hair, had only just come back to his home from visiting his former fukutaichou's graveside for his proper birthday, when he was greeted by Sentarou and Kiyone, both of the third seats telling him that, against their suggestion, the third division captain and the third division vice captain were in his quarters, awaiting his return. He nodded and thanked them, leaving both to continue their argument about how lovely the white haired shinigami looked in his best clothes and how loving it was for him to visit Kaien-dono's graveside.
The sound of laughter could be heard from within the elaborate chamber and pushing the door open, the thirteenth squad captain apprehended his lover and Kira chuckling over pictures in an album. Ichimaru had taken down one of Jyuushiro's childhood and was showing the young blond how adorable the man was, immediately setting it aside once the white haired shinigami approached.
"Naa, Jyuu-kun! Welcome home!"
The boy squirmed in his lap at the use of such a friendly address and Gin gave his backside a light smack, immediately calming him.
"Honestly, Gin. Did you have to bring the boy with you? He hardly looks comfortable being here."
Kira made as if to protest but was silenced with a hand over his mouth and a light kiss to his forehead.
"I've got him here for his own safety. Apparently he made enemies of the sixth division variety."
"Sixth-…what do you mean?"
"Kuchiki-taichou's very upset with him and he's not allowed near Abarai-fukutaichou any longer."
Ukitake stared for a moment before coughing lightly and undressing, leaving his yukata and hakama on but removing the outer cloak and other decorations, each item set aside in its proper place before he returned and took his place in the wide chair.
"I'm not even going to ask, because it's simply none of my business. In private however, it sounds delightfully interesting. Something scandalous no doubt, especially when it involves Byakuya's vice captain. That boy certainly is a bundle of firecrackers, isn't he?"
Gin nodded and ran a hand through his subordinate's hair, petting him as if he were a housecat, the blond's eyes closing, enjoying the warm touch and seeming gentleness of the so recently angered captain.
"Kuchiki-taichou told me to keep Izuru away from his lover. Of course, I'm gonna have a hard time obeying that mandate. I can't live without conflict."
The elder man shook his head, his gaze drifting from his lover's face to that of the third division fukutaichou, noticing that his eyes were closed and his breathing had evened out somewhat.
"Now he's gone and fallen asleep, Gin. We can hardly have any fun in this situation."
The sneaky captain merely smirked.
"I didn't intend on being with you tonight, Jyuu-kun. As far as I can tell from his leaking reiatsu, Abarai-fukutaichou is currently heading towards Rukongai."
The ill taichou blinked suddenly and lowered his voice, leaning forward so that the eavesdropping third seats wouldn't hear their conversation.
"What are you planning, Gin?"
"Nothing much. Just a reunion between the two boys. I'm curious to see how far Kuchiki-taichou will actually go with his threat and there's nothing more exciting than a heated argument between captains."