Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach. I do, however, own an Izu plush which I love to harrass, by pretending to be Gin. Poor Izu.
Author's Note: Finally! I finished this chapter! Hooray! Took me long enough... It's funny, since I started last week, I think maybe Tuesday, and then the spoilers came out for the 414 chapter, with Gin stabbing Aizen and such. I thought it was such a coincidence, with what I had Gin doing in the first part with Aizen. Hmm. But, it's out, and I hope people like it!
Also, I will be on hiatus for the next two weeks, since I will be out of the country. I will be continuing to write the stories on my laptop and such, but since I may not have any internet, I will not be able to upload them. As soon as I get back, I will upload what I had done, and hopefully, people won't hate me!
"Ai-zen-Tai-chou!" The Third Division Captain called out singsongingly as he barged into the Fifth Division office. He was instantly greeted by a loud hushing noise from the Fifth Division Lieutenant siting at her side desk, working on a stack of paperwork that had just been delivered by the Third Division.
"Please excuse me, Ichimaru Taichou." she said, standing up and bowing at Gin. "Aizen Taichou was busy until late last night, so he has yet to rise today." Gin waved at her dismissively, walking towards the screen door on the other side of the room which led to the Captain's sleeping quarters.
"Ichimaru Taichou, I really must protest, Aizen Taichou is-" Hinamori moved from behind her desk, running to the screen door. Gin sighed inwardly. It was just like Captain Aizen to find such an annoying and loyal guarddog.
"Ah ain't gonna wake him" Gin said sharply, not even bothering to hide his disdain for the girl. He gave her one of his smiles, showing all of his teeth. She took a step back, her mouth opening and closing silently like a fish out of water.
"Jus' gonna have a private conv'rsation with him." He said. With Hinamori still protesting, he slid the door open quietly, and closed it behind him, shutting her out completely. On the floor before him, Gin's former Captain was neatly tucked into his futon, his head resting on a small hard pillow, his glasses at his side.
"So, even tha almighty sleep sumtime. It's odd ta see ya with ya guard down, sleeping..." Gin muttered under his breath. He walked up to Aizen's sleeping body and crouched down near his head, smiling.
"Ya always seem ta be occupied doin' sumthin' when Ah want ya lately." Gin mumbled, pushing some stray hair strands out of Aizen's face. He let his hand stroke his cheek.
"Ya know, Taichou, Ah bet ya put barriers up when ya sleep, like the cautious man ya are. So that ya aren't out in tha open even when ye're sleepin'. If ya didn't..." Gin let his hand drop to Aizen's neck, wrapping his fingers around his superior's throat gently. He felt a small spark, as if confirming his theory, and he smiled. "If ya didn't do so, who knows wha' would happen." his voice was no louder than a whisper.
Swiftly, the silver haired shinigami stood up and made his way back to the door. He turned back to see his Captain still sleeping peacefully on his futon. He opened the screen door quietly, and stepped through, his grin growing wide as an idea popped into his head.
Oh, Aizen Taichou is gonna kill meh later fer this. Gin thought. Smiling to the point his whole face looked out of proportion with such a huge grin on it, he used all of his strength to slam the sliding door as loud as he could and used shunpo to escape from the Fifth Division office as quickly as possible.
"Izuru!"
The Third Division Lieutenant froze and clutched the stack of paperwork he had in his arms tightly to his chest when he heard his name being called, not being able to turn around for fear of seeing his Captain, his Captain who had left him naked and alone the day before. It wasn't until he felt the hand on his shoulder that he had realized that the voice was completely different from Captain Ichimaru's. Izuru let out a sigh of relief.
"What's the matter, Kira? You seem all tense." the newcomer said, giving him a broad smile. Izuru chuckled slightly at his own silliness. He glanced up at his friend Hisagi Shuuhei, who was just a head taller than him, and gave him a faint smile.
"I'm sorry, Hisagi-senpai." he apologized. "I was a bit caught up in my own thoughts." Izuru relaxed his vice-grip on the papers and tried to smooth them out as best as he could. "And, why did you call me by my name? You hadn't ever done that before." Shuuhei laughed.
"Actually, Abarai told me to try it. He said that your face always lit up when your Captain called you by your first name, so if I ever saw you looking down, I should try calling you that to lift your spirits." Shuuhei placed his hand on Kira's head brotherly, still chuckling. "Sorry I seemed to shock you." Izuru shook his head.
"Thank you, Hisagi-senpai." he said. "It was nice of you and Abarai-kun to think of me like that." He forced another smile for his upperclassman and started back down the hall, with Shuuhei walking alongside him.
They walked in silence, passing the other members of the Third Division, who all politely greeted the two adjuncts before continuing on their way. Izuru couldn't help but wonder why Shuuhei was there, and how long he was going to continue walking with him. He needed time alone, to still think about what had happened yesterday.
After he had gone back to his room and changed, he had made his way to his office, finding that the paperwork on his desk had multiplied like rabid rabbits, while Captain Ichimaru's desk was still as clean as it had been the night before. Shuddering, he had sat down and started to sign the papers, ordering the work in stacks determining which division they had to be sent to. He had been at his desk the rest of the day, and into the night, finishing up the paperwork, skipping both lunch and dinner. And all the while, his body ached, his groin was sore, and his cheek still stung. Izuru had had a long night, and had barely gotten any sleep before getting up today to dole out the finished paperwork to the Divisions. He had just returned from the Eighth Division for lunch, and had been on his way to the office to grab the appropriate paperwork to take to the Ninth Division. Although with Shuuhei there, he would probably be able to unload it onto him. Izuru glanced over at his companion.
"So, what brings you to Sanbantai today, Hisagi-senpai?" Izuru asked quietly, as they turned the corner towards the offices. Shuuhei dug into his kosode and pulled out an envelope.
"I have to hand this to Ichimaru Taichou from Tousen Taichou." he said, showing Izuru. He ruffled his hair with his other hand. "Tosen Taichou looked pretty pissed when he was writing it, so perhaps your Taichou did something to someone in the Kyuubantai?"
Izuru hollowly laughed at that comment. He couldn't deny that that was a possibility with his Captain. Without answering, he continued down the hall. Shuuhei coughed awkwardly.
"Kira," he started. Izuru grunted slightly to show he was listening. "I know you think your hair pretty much covers it, but it looks like your left cheek is a bit swollen. What happened?"
Izuru froze again and shifted his eyes down to the floor, not letting himself look at his friend. He didn't think that anyone would notice, since he had been hit on the left side of the face, and his bang covered it well. Or so he thought.
"I- I just ran into a person holding a stack of books. I wasn't watching where I was going." Izuru mumbled at the ground. Shuuhei scoffed slightly, as if he didn't believe him, and then sighed.
"Come on, Kira. You have to be more attentive than that." he said, laughing again. He placed his hand on Izuru's cheek and caressed the swollen area, causing Izuru to wince a bit. "This does look quite bad. Perhaps you should go to Unohana Taichou?" The blonde Lieutenant pulled away from Shuuhei's hand and shook his head.
"I'm fine, Hisagi-senpai." he said. Before Shuuhei could say anything else, he continued on his path to the office. They approached the room in silence, the conversation having taken a turn for the worse at Izuru's awkward reaction.
"Excuse us." Izuru said loudly, tapping lightly on the door. Without waiting for a reply, he slid open the door, finding Captain Ichimaru lounging on the sofa at the side of the room reading a book. He looked up from his book as they entered, a grin appearing on his face.
"Izuru, Ah haven't seen ya all day, where've ya been?" he asked, sitting up and closing the book. He glanced over at Shuuhei and nodded at him, acknowledging him. "And hello, Kyuuban Fukutaichou-san." Shuuhei bowed slightly. Izuru made his way to his papered desk and placed the stack he had in his arms in one corner of still unburdened space on the desk.
"I've been handing out the paperwork to the respective divisions, Taichou." he said uncomfortably, avoiding Gin's gaze. This only made the smile on the Third Division Captain's face widen. "I only just came back for lunch."
"Good, good." Gin said. He turned to Shuuhei again. "'Nd what does Kyuubantai have fer meh?" The Ninth Division Lieutenant took that as his cue to approach the Third Division Captain.
"This is a note written by my Taichou, he asked for it to be delivered directly to you, Ichimaru Taichou." he said, holding out the note. Gin took it lazily, chucking to himself a bit.
"Ah didn't realize that Tousen-san could write. Ah thought he was blind." he said, ripping open the envelope. Shuuhei shuffled uncomfortably.
"Tousen Taichou has always been able to write, Ichimaru Taichou." Shuuhei said defensively. "He became blind halfway through his previous life, after his childhood, and that carried on after he died. Although he had no memories from his life, as he was born again in the Rukongai as a wandering spirit, he retained his ability to write." he quieted as he saw the Third Division Captain's smile slipping, out of sheer boredom at the long explanation.
"Ah really don' care about Kyuuban Taichou-san." Gin said, yawning. "Ah was only makin' a joke." he reached over the arm of the sofa to his desk and grabbed a pen. He quickly scribbled something down on the note and stuffed it back into the envelope. "Here, take that back ta yer Taichou." he said, handing it back to Shuuhei. "'Nd tell him ta learn how ta spell 'disciplinary' right. If he's gonna take some action agains' meh cause of what Ah do, he should at leas' be able ta spell it all out." he chuckled, leaning back into the sofa. Shuuhei took the note and stuffed it in his kosode again.
"Thank you, Ichimaru Taichou." he said, slightly hesitantly. "I'll take my leave now." He nodded to Izuru one last time before heading towards the door.
"Oh wait, Hisagi-senpai." Izuru said, grabbing a stack of papers from his desk. Shuuhei turned in time to have a bunch of paperwork shoved into his arms. "Please take that to Tousen Taichou. That is the information that he had requested regarding the hollow appearances in Nishi Rukongai." Bowing, he held the door open for his friend and closed the door behind him as he left.
Izuru sighed and walked back behind his desk, attempting to gather the papers for the Tenth and Eleventh Division. As he looked for the stacks, he realized that they had disappeared from where he had placed them. He looked at the floor, wondering if they had fallen off, when he saw them floating infront of him, held out by his Captain. Izuru jumped back, falling to the ground, his face red with embarrassment.
"Were ya lookin' fer these, Izuru?" Gin asked, smiling, still holding out the papers. "Ah'm surprised that the Jyuuichibantai has only a little bit of paperwork, considering the'r daily casualties and all." He flipped through the papers. "Looks like poor Ikkaku-san got inta anoth'r fight with tha Nana Seki." He chuckled, and looked down at Izuru again, as if just realizing that he was on the floor.
"What, are ya scared of meh, Izuru?" The silver haired Captain asked, crouching down next to Izuru. The poor blonde flinched as Gin brought his hand to his left cheek. "Poor Izuru, that left such a bad mark."
Izuru shifted his face away from Gin's hand slightly, not wanting to be touched for fear of exposing himself again. Gin pulled his hand away, his smile disappearing slightly.
"Ya are scared of meh." Gin said softly, a twinge of hurt feelings creeping up in his voice for Izuru to hear. Izuru shook his head and stood up, taking the papers from his Captain's hands. He looked back down into Gin's squinty eyes, trying to keep his composure.
"Taichou," Izuru said, forcing a smile. "I cannot possibly be scared of you. You are the most wonderful man I have ever had the pleasure of knowing and serving under." he eyes shifted away, as his voice drifted off. Gin's grin returned. So the boy wasn't broken yet. Good. At least he had a few more days to break him in. Standing up, Gin grabbed Izuru's wrist and pulled him into a hug, resting his chin on his adjunct's shoulder, breathing into his ear.
"Ah'm glad yer not afraid of meh, Izuru." Gin mumbled. "Cause if ya were, Ah'd be so lonely." Izuru blushed slightly and allowed himself to be cuddled with for a moment longer. Gin pulled away, his smiling mask back in place completely. He looked at Izuru's pale and frozen eyes. "Ah'd be so lonely, cause Ah'd have ta kill ya." Gin said, laughing loudly, placing his hand on Izuru's head and ruffling his hair.
With that, he swiftly left the room, leaving the Lieutenant to wonder, yet again, what was going through his Captain's mind that allowed him to say such things so playfully.
Izuru stretched slightly, as he entered the Third Division hallways. After a whole day of handing out the paperwork for each division, and trying to avoid his Captain, he felt like he deserved some release. Perhaps he should head to the Sixth Division and grab Abarai Renji for a drink. That would be relaxing.
As he thought this, he noticed the tall red-headed lieutenant leaning on his hand against the wall ahead of him, flirting with a girl that Izuru noticed was their 17th Seat. Sighing and shaking his head, he picked up his pace, to try and intercept the Sixth Division Lieutenant.
"Hey, Abarai-ku-" Izuru started, before being cut off by a hand pressed on his mouth. Before he could protest and counterattack his assailant, he felt himself being dragged off to the side, and shoved into an empty room, which, as he looked around he noticed, was the room they used for storage, with much boxes and parchment laying around. Coughing, he sat up, trying to find his kidnapper. The light disappeared as the door was slid closed, and Izuru was left in the dark.
"What is this nonsense?" Izuru asked, bringing himself up to his feet. "Attacking a Lieutentant of the Gotei 13 is a very terrible offense, and you will be prosecuted to the full extent of my powers." he said, trying to keep the wavering away from his voice. "Identify yourself." he demanded. When no answer beside a slight chuckle came, he raised his hands, intending on using his Kidou to light the area. Instantly, he felt a rush of wind, as whoever it was appeared behind him, putting on hand on Izuru's waist and the other on his shoulder.
"Sanbantai Taichou." he heard a whisper in his ear. "Ichimaru Gin, nya." Izuru shivered, as Gin's hand moved toward his neck. "Are ya gonna procecute meh?" Izuru shook his head, trying to keep his breathing steady. He closed his eyes and clenched his fist. How could he have been so stupid? Of course it was his captain, no one else would touch him like this. Or pull him into a storage room, for that matter.
"Ichimaru T-Taichou." Izuru gasped, as Gin let his hand wander down his adjunct's waist. Gin chuckled into Izuru's ear, tugging onto his obi. The blonde shinigami let out a small gasp. As Gin loosened the knot, the hakama started to fall down off of Izuru's hip. Crying out slightly, Izuru tried to pull away from his Captain, grabbing at his hakama. He came to a stop when he felt Gin's hand wandering under his fundoshi. Breathing heavily, Izuru glanced down, to find that the Third Division Captain had his hand around the trembling Lieutenant's limp member. He gulped, leaning his head back into Gin's shoulder.
"Perhaps we should try and get ya more stiff." Izuru heard into his ear. He almost started to black out when he felt Gin's fingers fluttering around the base of his slowly hardening member. Those fingers were just teasing him, and Izuru groaned, wanting an actual sort of grip on things.
"Taichou." Izuru gasped, wanting his Captain to go faster. "P-please, don't t-tease me so." Gin smiled and continued at his pace, ignoring Izuru's pleas for a change of action. Izuru closed his eyes. This was torture, and yet, oh and yet, he was enjoying it so much. He knew those long fingers at the base of his groin was starting to take on a tighter grip, making the pressure inside of him well up. Izuru gasped for air. How was it that just by barely touching him, his Captain could elicit such reactions from him? He blushed. He felt so wrong.
Oh, but it felt so right, with Captain Ichimaru touching him like this. Izuru rolled his hips forward into Gin's hand. Chuckling, the Third Division Captain let his hands move faster along Izuru's shaft, pausing at random moments to gain another groan from the eager Lieutenant. He picked up the pace again, feeling Izuru's excitement as he buckled with him, bringing him to the brink of ejaculation. Izuru gasped as Gin removed his hand from the stiff and sensitive member, wet and lubricated from the Lieutenant's pre come. Smiling, Gin brought his soiled hand to his lips and licked it, the taste of his adjunct still lingering.
"Ya taste good, Izuru." Gin whispered into the young shinigami's ear. "Maybe next time, we'll take it another step further." Izuru shivered with delight at the sound of his Captain's voice in his ear, which was practically dripping with lust.
"M-must we stop, Taichou?" Izuru asked, shakily. Gin chuckled again.
"Of course we don' have ta." he said, petting his subordinate's head with his clean hand. He leaned in to nibble on Izuru's ear. "But it's more fun this way, ain' it? Not knowin' when I'm gonna get ya." Still chuckling, Gin pushed his way past his adjunct and slid open the door. He turned back towards Izuru, the light from the outside darkening his face as it gleamed around him as if he was a higher being from the Royal Family's realm.
"Ya take care now, I-zu-ru." he said, sliding the door behind him, leaving the Third Division Lieutenant in the dark. Izuru gasped in pain as he tried to move from his spot where he had been glued to since they had entered the room. He was so aroused, so much more than last time, that there was no way he would be able to leave without alleviating it himself. With one sharp intake of breath, he let his hands fall to his hardened self and stroked himself a few times, letting his seed splatter into his hand and onto the floor. Sighing with relief, he fixed his shihakushou up and slid open the door, hoping that no one would come into the room until he could come back and clean it up himself.
Sighing again, this time out of depression, Izuru made the long journey back to his room and dropped himself onto his futon. Sure, Captain Ichimaru said that there would be a next time, and he had found himself excited at the prospect, but he could tell he was being strung along. Perhaps Captain really did care for him, perhaps not. But what he did know was that he was being held by the man he loved so much, and he couldn't escape from him, even when he knew the feelings were not, could not possibly be mutual.
Letting out a sigh for a third time, he started to drift off to sleep, forgetting about the mess in the storage room he had to clean, leaving it for the Third Seat to find two hours later.