Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN THEM! –jingles belled collar- Apparently, Gin claimed ownership over me while I was sleeping last night. I'm kinda excited to learn some new tricks.
Warnings: Adult language. Adult situations. Crack of the utmost caliber. Mansecks.
Notes: This is…wow. I can't believe I've gotten this far. Special thanks to those reviewers and readers who have been with me from the beginning. I'd like to think that you guys are my Masters and I'm just the luscious little slave attuned to your every need. Namely, Bleach-y, crack-y smut fiction. –bows- Thank you.
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Deep in the bowels of wallowing despair, Renji sat against the stone wall that separated Rukongai's district fifteen from district sixteen, his legs pulled up to his chest and his arms wound around them. He wasn't one to brood or worry over anything, especially not a simple lover's spat, but the anger he had felt coming from his angered lover was hardly a simple matter. Sighing out loud, the young fukutaichou lowered his chin to his knees.
"I'm a fucking idiot. He's never gonna forgive me."
He shivered slightly, somewhat chilled all of a sudden, the feeling of a cold reiatsu causing him to lift his head, barely turning it to the left as he caught sight of a white captain's haori and sandaled feet.
"He'll forgive you, Abarai-kun. You just have to wait a while. Kuchiki-taichou's a mean spirited grudge holder."
Renji stared at the third division captain with something akin to contempt, auburn eyes drifting to the man who stood beside him, a brilliant smile on the blond's face.
"Kira! We're gonna get into trouble if Byakuya finds us together again. You might as well go home."
The forever nervous vice captain crouched down and rested a hand on the redhead's shoulder, continuing to smile reassuringly.
"It's all right, Abarai-kun. Ichimaru-taichou said as long as he's here with us, it's ok." He blushed slightly as he stood again, looking from his best friend to his lover cautiously. "We can't…you know, but we can at least sit and have a bit of a chat, ne?"
Renji sighed. "Yeah, I guess. You wanna go get a drink or something?"
Izuru didn't even have time to give a response before the snake-faced captain snatched each of their arms and hauled them towards the depths of the sixteenth district, Kira going along with it and Renji stammering stupidly, never having been touched by the sneaky man, nor dragged anywhere so easily.
"Oi, where're you taking us, Ichimaru-taichou? There's a perfectly good bar in the fifteenth. I was gonna head there anyway-"
"To a little place Rangiku and I went to once. It was kinda quiet and kinda dark, but it was so much fun. The sake's great and the entertainment's even better!"
Both boys were stupefied by the idea of Ichimaru and Matsumoto going anywhere together but Kira immediately remembered and whispered to his friend, telling him of their time together as friends before becoming shinigami.
"Aa. Well I guess it can't be too bad of a place if you like it."
"Maa, you flatter me, Abarai-kun." He stopped and looked back, flashing an adorable smile. "I like that."
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Byakuya suffered through as much as was humanly possible before he finally tidied up his paperwork and headed out into the afternoon sun, immediately searching for his lover's reiatsu. It was easier for him because he was adept at the simple skill, finding it as he walked towards the outskirts of Seireitei, his hackles rising when he noticed the energies of the third division captain and vice captain along side the redhead's.
He was gone in a puff of road dust, his form invisible due to the speed that he traveled, making it to the center of the sixteenth district in less than a minute. The reiatsu was infinitely stronger once the angry taichou stopped, finding it to be the strongest to his right, a brightly lit establishment advertising live dancing and cheap booze.
Grimacing, the regal Kuchiki stepped inside, ignoring the stares and gasps of recognizance as the shop's customers noticed the captain's presence, most of them hunching over their drinks and trying to look law abiding.
In the back corner sat the three Gotei 13 members, happily carrying on as if death did not currently stand at their door, Kira smiling broadly with a loving arm wrapped around his shoulders, his captain taking advantage of the situation to cuddle him close while Renji looked on. The pony-tailed shinigami was in a seemingly innocent position, except for the fact that he was with the person his lover had expressly told him to avoid.
Satisfied with his lover's cheerful attitude, Ichimaru looked away from the smiling face to peer over his right shoulder, immediately seeing the fuming captain in the doorway, his own smile turning into a feral smirk, a knowing reaction the dark haired taichou could hardly have missed. They locked eyes for a brief second and Gin looked away, leaning to kiss his young lover on the cheek, earning a blush from him and a roll of Renji's eyes, taking a moment to whisper to the blond fukutaichou of his new discovery.
"We have company, Izuru."
Dark eyes widened as Kira turned to look around, allowing them to fall on the noble but angry looking face of the sixth captain, panic rising badly enough in his throat that he had to swallow to keep his fright-gorge down.
"K...Kuchiki-taichou's here?"
"Seems that way. I think we're in a bit of trouble."
Renji, on his way to being happily plastered, smiled stupidly as he down his fourth beer, having already polished off a bottle of sake during the first fifteen minutes of their arrival. He didn't hear their conversation, nor had he looked up to see the new arrival. With a groan of effort, he pushed himself to his feet and mumbled a few words, needing to use the washroom, slowly staggering his way towards the front of the bar.
Byakuya watched him, dark eyebrows knitted in frustration, taking a few steps to his left and blocking the boy's way, much to the chagrin of the nearby patrons. The ones closest to the pair backed off, going so far as to get up and walk away, finding different tables to drink at that seemed less hostile. The redhead meanwhile, stared into the chest of the person blocking his path, glaring daggers into the oddly familiar clothing. Lifting his head he groaned, the movement upturning his stomach slightly, his tongue darting out to lick at suddenly dry lips as he realized just who the man was.
"Naa, Byakuya. What're you doing in this part of town?"
The younger shinigami's ignorance of the severity of the situation irritated the captain beyond words, his hands lashing out to grab Renji's shoulders, snatching the heavy uniform material and dragging him from the place, throwing an acidic glare to the third division taichou. Ichimaru merely smirked and stood up, pulling Kira by the hand, a small pile of coins left on the table for the alcohol they had imbibed.
It was hard to follow the swift movements of the sixth squad leader but Gin managed, holding tight to his lover but knowing that he could keep up and wouldn't disappear. Byakuya's reiatsu fairly swelled around him and as such, it acted like a trail for the snake-faced shinigami, sighing softly as they finally stopped in a clearing, still miles from Seireitei. To Ichimaru, it seemed almost like a place for a standoff. Somewhere innocent bystanders and inner city residents wouldn't be in case of a heated argument.
Renji staggered slightly and fell onto his backside, grunting as the unforgiving ground caught him too hard, his somewhat glazed over eyes blinking at the third squad pair.
"Oi, you guys followed us? That's probably not a good id-"
"Silence, Renji."
The former Inuzuki resident squinted and swatted the air between himself and his lover, angrily gesturing with his hands.
"The fuck, Byakuya? You crash our party, then treat me like shit?"
The look on his lover's face immediately silenced him, the dark glare piercing in its intensity.
"I said be quiet. You would do well to listen to me this time. The matter has escalated to a dangerous point, Renji. I hope you understand what you've done."
A light cough from the following pair caused Byakuya to snap his gaze towards them, boring fiery holes into Ichimaru's skull, his eyelids lowering to glare obviously.
"It wasn't exactly Abarai-kun's fault, Kuchiki-taichou. I brought him with me so my darling Izuru would have some company."
The elder man's right eyebrow twitched. "You purposely disobeyed my mandate and let the two of them converse?" The mere idea boggled his mind. "Are you so blatantly stupid, Ichimaru?"
The grin on Gin's face faded and he let go of Kira's hand, stepping a few feet away and gesturing with a lowered hand that the boy should back off slightly, his normally grinning eyes opening, revealing an unapologetic looking set of red orbs.
"I think you should watch your mouth, rokubantai-taichou-san. I may be easy going to some but your arrogance bothers me."
A slim fingered hand slipped down to grip the hilt of his beloved Shinsou, gripping it tightly as he drew it partway from its sheath, showing the longhaired captain that he was hardly in a joking sort of mood.
Byakuya glowered and did the same with his own zanpakutou, drawing Senbonzakura from its guard and brandishing it proudly, his other arm held out to prevent his suddenly wary lover from interfering as Renji moved to intercept the inevitable clash, his body still affected by his drunkenness but sober enough to know what was going on.
"Stay where you are, Renji. The rise of my temper is blind to friend or foe. I'm afraid of harming you if you come too close."
"But, I don't wanna see you fight him! This isn't fucking right!"
The enormous shockwave of reiatsu that blew from the young Kuchiki drove Renji to his knees, the third division's fukutaichou suffering through a similar fate, his legs buckling as he collapsed with a soft cry. Ichimaru looked down at his lover and growled quietly, taking a single step forward, his own form untouched by the other captain's powerful spirit energy as his own rose in pitch.
As it was, the entirety of Soul Society, or those that could sense reiatsu anyway, could feel the enormous pressure in some form and most ignored it, choosing to chalk it up to training exercises or a fight between classmates in the academy. A better situation they would never find, needing their privacy in such a delicate matter but unable to control their power.
Before the smirking third squad taichou could speak again, Byakuya lashed out, disappearing for a brief second before reappearing behind him, attempting his trademark attack but failing, as Shinsou was swept back to block it, Ichimaru's eyes still wide open as he took in the snarling face of the normally stoic captain.
"Maa, what a dirty trick, Kuchiki-taichou. You know I can see through you. Why'd you even try it?"
The clang of metal sounded again and both men separated, Kira and Renji watching on with frightened eyes as they dodged the two powerful shinigami. They stayed away from each other still however, not wanting to anger the nobleman any further than he already was.
An additional attack was thought about, especially by the livid Kuchiki, but the movement itself was scrapped as a third party appeared in the dry grass between them, a sword held out towards each fighter, their sharp points pointing directly to each man's throat.
While Byakuya stopped mid-swing, Gin only chuckled and lowered Shinsou, re-sheathing it in a friendly gesture. The nearly unheard tinkling of steel charms rang in the suddenly quiet clearing, Ukitake Jyuushiro's mouth a thin line as he stood his ground on oddly sturdy legs.
"Though I'm unable to do so legally, I'm still going to attempt it."
He looked from Ichimaru to Byakuya and then to the two boys, both of them standing together but not touching, only staring at the appearance of the thirteenth division captain.
"I'm ordering you both to stop this nonsense before I have to involve Genryuusai-dono. I'm not above having the both of you locked away for your rashness. Especially you, Byakuya. You should know better."
The Kuchiki heir pinched a sour face before re-sheathing Senbonzakura and stepping back a few paces, giving a gentle nod of his head to the much older shinigami, respecting his wish even though he was still immensely irritated.
Jyuushiro's zanpakutou dissipated the moment both men were at odds with each other, replacing the item within its guard and turning off to the side to cough lightly, unused to such action after months of inaction.
"That's better. Really, the two of you act like children. Those boys-" he gestured towards Renji and Kira, who were timidly walking towards their respective leaders, ignoring each other for the most part. "-are younger, and they hardly deserve to see their captains acting so childishly."
"Maa, so true, Jyuu-kun. Izuru and I are gonna go now anyway. I think I've proved enough."
For appearances, Ukitake frowned and jerked his head in the universal gesture for 'get out of here', pretending in front of the other men, listening carefully as the third division members took off into the woods, leaving an angry looking Kuchiki, a beaten dog who resembled Renji and a very tired, very exasperated looking thirteenth squad taichou.
The redhead, though worried about his lover's feelings towards him, approached anyway, lovingly winding his arms around Byakuya's waist from behind, his face pressed into the warm contour between the man's shoulder blades, his nose nuzzled right into the captain's dark mane.
"I'm sorry, Byakuya. I don't care if it's not enough anymore. I don't wanna see you fight someone just because I'm a stupid fuck-up. I don't want you to be mad at me anymore. Please…"
Clearing his throat and then jumping off in the direction Ichimaru had gone, the sickly captain headed back home, upset with himself for following Gin when he had left his home, but also quite glad of it. If he hadn't shown up, who knows what tragedy could have occurred?
The regal nobleman simply stood still, his arms lifted slightly to accommodate the others around his slim form, silently listening to the boy's plea for forgiveness and sighing out loud as he accepted it uneasily.
"I will not tolerate it a second time, Renji. Today's confrontation was innocent in the end but I will never forgive you entirely. The pain of being betrayed hardly wears off after a simple apology."
Letting go, Renji moved around to the front and bent down a little bit, taller than his captain but not by much, looking him in the eye with a pained sadness.
"I really am sorry. Can we just go home and forget about it? I've got a bitch of a headache and my ass hurts for some reason…"
The elder man smiled a barely there half smile and turned on his heel, taking off towards the Kuchiki estate, leaving his lover behind to catch up. He hadn't been as angry as his reiatsu had suggested, knowing that honestly, in the heat of the moment, Renji was like a wild animal, only wanting the after-affects of a hard rut and not taking care with his actions in the beginning. It was one of the things that had initially endeared him to the redhead.
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The servants in the vast Kuchiki estate hardly saw their lord as he only appeared once in the main hall, his body a blur of white and black before he was gone again, finally coming to rest in his private chambers, Senbonzakura set lovingly upon its stand alongside a picture of his deceased wife.
Renji flew in less than a minute later, seemingly out of breath as he breathed heavily, glowering at his lover as he shucked his upper clothes and Zabimaru, needing to cool off from the exertive force he used to follow the fast captain.
"Jeez, Byakuya. Lay off of the flash steps, huh? You're killing me here."
The nobleman turned and regarded his lover, one eyebrow raised in a humourous gesture.
"Oh really? After today's little episode, I would say you owe me quite a bit of suffering, Renji. I've got plans for you."
The redhead blinked and swallowed noticeably.
"What do you mean?"
"What I mean is, get undressed and get on the bed."
A broad smile crossed the pony tailed shinigami's face and he moved to obey the command, wriggling his way out of the sweaty clothing and stroking his already waking erection, making a show of presenting his ass as he climbed up onto the high piece of furniture, pushing aside the curtain that hung at the foot of it.
Byakuya did the same, dark eyes watching his lover's behind as he stripped down, approaching the bed with a tiny, dangerous smirk. Renji had seen the little smile before and he paled slightly, worried for his rear end as he peered back over his shoulder. Not even the small bottle of oil on the bedside table soothed his suddenly worried nerves, knowing that once aroused enough to take his young fukutaichou, Byakuya hardly ever used it, wanting that sting of pain and subsequent cringe from his lover.
"Bend forward, Renji. Expose yourself to me."
Willingly, the younger shinigami leaned over to rest on his elbows, his cheeks now parted by the wide stance of his knees, his balls hanging comfortably while his cock pressed up against his belly, wiggling along with his pulse.
The regal heir laid himself over the other's body, his own arousal situated along the vice captain's crack, his left hand tugging the tie from Renji's hair while his right slipped underneath to teasingly toy with the boy's member. The tiny grunts coming from him only egged Byakuya on and pressing light kisses down the length of Renji's spine as he sat back up straight, the sixth division taichou pulled his hips away and held the head of his cock against the tight little hole.
Slightly panicked, as he was usually the one doing the taking, Renji looked back over his shoulder, his eyes smoldering with lust. Hardly anything turned him on so easily, as his generally stoic lover taking the lead and acting as animalistic as he himself enjoyed so dearly.
He purred, shivering in anticipation, memories of past pleasures helping him to relax himself so that tonight's initial penetration would be much less likely to hurt, the running joke between them being that Byakuya was so much shorter in stature than Renji but erection-wise, he had considerably more girth.
The gentle rocking back of the redhead's hips slowly drove the elder man to want him even worse, giving a sharp thrust of his hips as he plunged inside, a gasp and a sharp hiss of pain issuing from the now impaled swordsman.
"Ahh, gods, Byakuya! Again with the fucking plowing!"
A dark chuckle was all he received in return, along with a tighter grip on his slim hips and a teasing roll of his own lower body, rocking the thick shaft within and earning a pleasured grunt from the young fukutaichou.
"Mmm yeah, that's more like it. Just keep doing that. Well, maybe a bit harder…"
A slow drag as Byakuya slid himself from the tight, clasping heat, only to drive back inside at a murderous pace.
"Ahh yeah! Like that!"
The formal captain had always enjoyed how easily Renji could express his feelings, how eager he was to cry out during their sessions, regardless of the eavesdropping servants, most of whom Byakuya had to bribe in the beginning to keep silent outside of the estate's walls. It didn't bother him how easily the boy could be aroused, or how beautiful he looked when arching his back and releasing a sex cry so seductive, it began the passions flowing in his own body.
Barely lucid beyond the delicious pleasure, Renji could only moan and buck back against the elder man, his hands fisted in the silky linings of the fluffed pillows, his hair a brilliant fan around his head as he blew strands of it out of the way to peer back again. His kohl'd eyes half lidded and his mouth open, slow pants signaling the regal Kuchiki of impending climax.
Working more fiercely than before, Byakuya stroked the younger fighter with renewed vigor, breathing heavily as his own end snuck up on him, the barest hint of a cry coming from his lips as Renji's body tightened impossibly around him. The sounds from the redhead echoed back from the dark walls, reverberating in his ears as he rode out the delightful shivers of post-coital bliss, his hand stopping its ministrations once he felt no more spasms from the other's slowly diminishing erection.
He was kind enough to sit off to the side instead of lay directly upon the larger man, his hair spread out on the dark pillows as he gazed with tired eyes upon the firebrand he had taken as his lover. A light chuckle and a grossed out exclamation made him smile, the bed shifting as his vice captain got up and padded to the washroom.
"What's wrong, Renji?"
"Nothing. Just cleaning up. You're always a bit messier than I am."
Byakuya beamed in the darkness. "You mean more potent? More giving with my seed?"
A snort. "Yeah. You're a fucking machine, Byakuya. You give it like it's water."
"Ok, ok. That's enough. No sense in disgusting me beyond the normal limits, Renji."
The younger shinigami's devious little chuckle echoed from the washroom and he emerged a few minutes later, tidied and ready for a long sleep, the sun already gone now as their session had run longer than Byakuya had planned.
"Na, Byakuya?"
"Hmm?"
"You think Kira's gonna be ok? I don't like leaving him with Ichimaru-taichou anymore. He had bruises on his arms. I noticed them when we were at the bar."
The nobleman shifted to lie against the pile of pillows and opened his arms for his lover to crawl into, waiting a moment for the fukutaichou to settle.
"As I told you before, the way Ichimaru handles things is much differently than we do. I'm sure Kira-fukutaichou was happy tonight, correct?"
"Mmm, yeah I think so. He was smiling a lot."
"Well, there's your proof then. He'll be fine."
Renji yawned and buried his face under his lover's chin, stretching his right arm over the broad expanse of Byakuya's chest, his fingers toying with a bundle of hair that sat draped over his shoulder.
"I guess so…"
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"Again, you've left your fukutaichou to come warm my bed, Gin? He's going to hate you in the end."
"Maa, Izuru'll never hate me. He's too cute and devoted."
Ukitake gave a light chuckle and then broke into a nasty cough, holding his unused hand to keep the younger man away until it passed, not needing him to climb all over to help. Once settled again, he rested back against the silver haired taichou, playing with the hem of the sheets that draped over his chest, one of Gin's legs on either side of himself. He felt like a warm bun nestled in a towel, all cozy and…
"I think I need something to eat, Gin."
The young third squad captain blinked and gave a little giggle.
"Does that mean you're feeling better, Jyuu-kun?"
"Mmhmm. It does indeed. My body still likes to play games with me. One day I'll be too ill to eat, and the next I'm gorging myself on everything in sight. Even Shunsui commented on it the other day. He was quite surprised that I could put so much food away."
Gin lifted a hand and poked playfully at the elder man's belly, earning a swat and a sigh before the longhaired taichou slipped out of his grasp and stood, his indoor yukata slung over his shoulders and securely tied.
"I'll just call for Sentarou and Kiyone. They'll be waiting right outside the door anyway."
The young captain wriggled a little bit to get more comfortable in the large bed and eventually got out of it when Ukitake failed to return in good time, finding him standing at the door, chatting with his young female third seat, the other one already having walked away to perform the task he was asked to do. Her eyes caught sight of Ichimaru and she frowned before bowing slightly, ignoring his near nudity as he had only dragged the sheets off of the bed and held them around himself.
The thirteenth squad captain shook his head and bade the girl goodnight, telling her to leave the food outside the door when it was ready and to only knock lightly when she came back. Gin had gravitated towards the plush window seat and had sat down in the pile of fluffy sheets, his slim, hairless legs as pale as the cloth, much the same as Ukitake's sickly colouration.
"You're a piece of work, Gin. So bold, even in someone else's home."
"Maa, I thought you liked me this way, Jyuu-kun."
The elder shinigami sighed and laid down beside him, running a hand through the other's short silver mop.
"I'm uncertain of half of what I think anymore, Gin. My loyalties to Soul Society and especially Seireitei, are limited at best. Things change. Tonight's argument between yourself and Byakuya has almost sealed my contempt for the eagerness with which our comrades fight."
Ichimaru yawned slightly and buried his face in the soft linens, looking all the world like a sated little kitten, his face serene, his hands curled slightly. Ukitake couldn't help but sigh to himself and turn to face the large picture window, the stars finally starting to come out amidst the black sky.
It was hard for him to admit that he had lost faith in the Gotei 13, having spent countless thousands of years within its ranks, as both a fukutaichou and for the longest time, captain of the thirteenth division.
A tiny knock sounded from the door and he called out a quiet thank you to the pair of third seats, listening as they walked away, back down the corridor to their own quarters for the night. His eyes were again drawn to the night sky and he followed a cluster of stars as they blinked and shifted within their heavenly paths.
"Why do life and death so resemble black and white, when all I've come to see are muted shades of grey?"