Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach. But I do have the whole manga series on my laptop. Shhh, what illegalness?
Author's Note: It's so hard to concentrate on Bleach when I'm watching Prince of Tennis (the musicals, not the anime). Pretty boys playing tennis is always distracting.
Just a reminder! Names go Last Name, First. Pretty much everyone is called by their last name. Except Gin and Izuru.
Woo! Still in Japan, but I have the internets! Sorry to keep you guys waiting!
"Ai-zen-Tai-chou!" The Third Division Captain called out singsongingly as he barged into the Fifth Division office. He scratched his head as he noticed that the room was completely empty again, even missing the annoying little girl. He peered around the room, and noticed that in just a few days, Captain Aizen had completely Gin-proofed the room: there was no paperwork on the desks to knock over, no writing utensils out to draw on the walls with, and the bookshelves were completely devoid of any books. Gin pouted. It was as if Aizen was trying to hint at something.
He perked up his ears as he heard a shuffling sound behind the other screen door. Ah, so the Fifth Division Captain was still in his room, preparing for the day. Gin let an evil smile crawl across his face. Quickly, he jumped to the door and slid it open with a bang.
"Ai-sen-Ta-" he started, before he realized that the room was empty as well, a brisk rush of wind hitting his face. Confused, he entered the room to find the futon carelessly swept to the side and the Fifth Division Captain's sleeping garments laying abandoned on the ground. He looked up to find the door to the courtyard wide open, the wind picking up the papers from his desk.
Gin smiled. The scene that he had just missed played out in his brilliant mind. Captain Aizen had been in the process of waking up and changing when he had heard the commotion that was his former adjunct in his office. Rather than face the silver haired mischief maker himself, he had fled out the side door, escaping the snakelike man's clutches. Gin pouted again. For the fourth time this week, his former Captain had been inaccessible to him, and it was starting to bug him so. All he wanted was to tell Aizen what he had been doing to his Izuru, but for some reason, the Fifth Division Captain seemed to have other plans.
Sighing, Gin retreated from the room for the fourth time, gloomily resigning himself to trying again tomorrow.
"Izuru!" Gin called out cheerfully at his Lieutenant, grabbing around him from behind and draping his arms around his neck.
"Ichimaru Taichou." Izuru breathed, leaning into his Captain. "May I be of assistance?" Gin frowned slightly.
"Always so polite, ain't ya, Izuru?" Gin said. "Ya should loosen up once in a while, ya know?" He nuzzled Izuru's neck.
"Taichou-" Izuru protested.
"What is it, Izuru?" Gin asked, a slightly irritated tone creeping into his voice. "I've already been denied one thing I wanted to do today, Don' make meh feel any worse." Izuru gulped slightly.
"Taichou, it's just that, we're in public." he pointed out, calling the Third Division Captain's attention to the hoards of division members discreetly staring at them as they passed the couple. Gin straightened up and glared at them.
"Don' y'all got jobs ta do?" he asked, his smile growing creepier by the second. The men scattered as their Captain's gaze fell upon them. Smiling more softly now, Gin turned his attention back to his blonde plaything.
"There's none around ta see us now, 'Zuru." Gin whispered into Izuru's neck. Izuru gulped. "D'ya want ta continue what we were doin' yesterday?" The blond Lieutenant closed his eyes as he felt himself getting aroused just by his Captain's voice. This was bad, they were in the middle of the barracks, and just because Captain Ichimaru had ordered the others away didn't mean that they were watching from around the corner. The worst part was that he knew that Gin still noticed their reiatsus near them, and he was still trying to entice him. Izuru let out a deep breath.
"Ye-yes." Izuru muttered, his voice so quiet, even he wasn't quite sure he had answered. Gin smiled widely. He loved his little embarrassed adjunct.
"What was that, Izuru? Ah couldn' quite hear ya." he said, bringing his hand down Izuru's chest. Izuru gasped as Gin's cold hand slipped into his kosode. "Say that again?" Gin asked.
"Ye-YES!" Izuru exclaimed, as Gin tugged at his nipple, a little too hard. Izuru brought his hands up to his mouth to stifle himself. If the other members of the division had heard that-
"Good boy." Gin said into Izuru's hair. He withdrew his hands and stepped back from his Lieutenant. Izuru turned around to face his Captain, his eyebrows scrunched up in his usual worried expression. As Gin licked his lips, Izuru melted, imagining that tongue everywhere. Gin placed a hand on his subordinate's head.
"Ah'm glad yer eager." Gin said, messing up Izuru's hair. "But we have a mission, in Kita Rukongai." With a swish, he turned from his toy and started down the hall. Izuru's heart fell through the floor. He had been anticipating being played when then, but he had just been teased. Again. His gaze fell to the ground, as he stood frozen to the spot. How could he not notice how cruel his Captain was? Whenever he was around that sliver angel, it was as if all time had stopped and the personality of the Third Division Captain mattered not to him. Because he loved him. And because of that, he was fine with being strung along over and over again.
"Izuru." he heard from ahead of him. He lifted his head and glanced at his Captain who had stopped a few steps in front of him. Gin smiled softly at his Lieutenant. "Follow meh, Izuru."
At those three magic words, Izuru felt his feet move underneath him, towards the smiling devil. He would follow him to the ends of the earth, if only he were to ask. All he needed to say were those three words.
Izuru couldn't move from shock. It was as if he was reliving those tense minutes back from when he was in Shinou Academy. The 63rd district of North Rukongai, Kaimichi had been infested by a swarm of huge hollows overnight, and most of the souls who were living there had already been devoured by the time the Third Division had made it to the scene. His knees knocked under his hakama. Closing his eyes, he gripped Wabisuke tighter and ran forward with the rest of the division.
"Omote wo agero, Wabisuke!" he exclaimed, jumping at the nearest hollow. It resembled a goat, with two huge curved horns sprouting out of his head, and what looked like a goatee. With a few slashes, he brought the hollow to the ground and with one flick of Wabisuke, he decapitated the monster, causing it to dissolve in a matter of seconds. Wiping the sprayed blood off of his cheek, he ran back towards the rest of the division, most of whom were in their own shikais striking at the hollows.
The Third Division, when on full division missions, always travelled in squads of three, usually with two high ranking officers with a lower ranking officer, so a group would always be balanced, while the inexperienced shinigami could still get face time with their enemies. As the Lieutenant, Izuru was not assigned to any group, instead drifted from squad to squad, making sure his subordinates weren't being overrun by the enemy.
As he rejoined the division members, he glanced around and found that Captain Ichimaru was nowhere to be found. Worried, he looked from group to group, wondering where his Captain could have disappeared off to. Sure, sometimes he slacked off when it came to paperwork, but whenever there was a chance for him to kill something, he was always in the middle of things, drawing blood everywhere. He couldn't have fallen, could he? Was that even possible?
He found himself next to the second squad, run by the Third Division's Fourth Seat, Bai Shinichi. He and the Tenth Seat, Taiki Len, and the Nineteenth Seat, Minose Chimizu, were fighting side by side by side, defending each other perfectly. Izuru jumped in next to Bai and striked at the nearest hollow.
"Bai, have you seen Ichimaru Taichou?" Izuru shouted amidst the battle. The spiky haired shinigami shrugged as he slashed at a hollow's long snakelike tongue.
"I last saw him around where the sixth squad was, over there." Minose interjected, as she dodged an attack, jumping behind her three senior officers. "Apparently Raion fell and so the other two were being pressed into a corner. They're all down now, though." Izuru glanced over where Minose pointed out to see their Eighth Seat, Tabekiku Kaoru, and Fourteenth Seat Harumasa Korine, laying unconscious and injured by what looked like deep slash wounds, while what remained of Fifteenth Seat Raion Kaiko was splattered around them. Izuru held down the bile that wanted to make its way up his throat. Turning away from the defeated squad, he focused back on the hollows that were in front of him. Where was his Captain when he needed him?
"Hya, this is a lot more than tha report stated." Izuru heard the familiar accent behind him, and his heart leapt. He turned to see his Captain standing behind him cheerfully, his left hand up to his forhead, blocking out the bright sun, as he surveyed the area, his sword still sheathed. Izuru could feel his patience being tested. Why was he just standing around?
"Taichou-" he started. Gin glanced down at him and smiled.
"Y'all look like yer getting beat up quite bad." he said. He placed his hand on his hilt. "Want meh to save ya?" Izuru turned back to the oncoming onslaught of hollows.
"No, Taichou. We can handle this much." he said, swallowing his fears and leaping out with the second squad. Gin chuckled.
"Good. Getting tha Taichou ta come into battle means failure of a division, weakness of its members." he said, turning back around and leaving the battlefield once again. ""S why Ah had ta get rid of the sixth squad. Just pathetic, they were." he said to himself, his smile growing wider. He turned back to look at Izuru.
"Ya sure have grown, Izu, from that time thirty some years ago." he muttered. "Ah wonder if Aizen Taichou will let meh keep ya?"
Izuru panted and wiped the sweat off his forehead. That was the last of them. Glancing around at his division, he surveyed the damage. Three dead, and five injured. He sighed and sheathed his zanpakutou.
"Marunouchi." he said, calling the Third Seat to him. The bandanna'd shinigami appeared at is side.
"Yes, Kira Fukutaichou?" Marunouchi Susume asked, tending to a deep gash on the right side of his face. Izuru winced at the sight of it. That would leave a huge scar.
"Go call the Fourth Division." he said. "Tell them to send their Seventeenth Squad." Marunouchi nodded.
"And what about you, sir?" he asked. Izuru rolled his neck.
"I'm going to search for Ichimaru Taichou." Nodding at the Third Seat, prompting him to flash step away, Izuru closed his eyes, attempting to find his Captain's reiatsu. He opened his eyes, cursing the Captain's proficiency in hiding himself. Not a trace of him was to be found around them. Sighing again, Izuru resigned himself to working on healing the injured of his division.
As he started towards the squad members, a loud hollow cry was heard from the forest to his left, as well as a flare of reiatsu from a well known Captain. Izuru instantly dashed towards the sound, followed closely by a few of the division members that were still unharmed.
"I have this!" he shouted to those behind him, moving faster and leaving them further and further behind. He barely could tell where he was heading, only following the trail of reiatsu that was his Captain's. He skidded to a halt when he noticed a body laying in the middle of a clearing in the forest, unmoving. Crying out, Izuru ran towards it, realizing it was Captain Ichimaru.
"Taichou!" he exclaimed, landing on his knees beside his Captain's head. He placed a hand on Gin's neck, trying to feel for a pulse. He breathed a sigh of relief as he felt a steady heartbeat, and relaxed slightly. Beside him, Gin started to stir.
"Un? What is it, Izuru?" the Third Division Captain mumbled. "Ah'm tryin' ta sleep." Izuru felt stupid getting all worried for his Captain. After all, he was one of the strongest Captains in the Gotei 13. There was no way a mere hollow would be able to harm him. Izuru chuckled at himself for thinking otherwise.
"Did you kill the hollow, Taichou?" Izuru asked his sleepy Captain. Gin brought a hand up and rubbed his eyes.
"Nah." he said, smiling up at his Lieutenant. "We had tea, and we talked about tha future of shinigamis and hollows and where we'd be in another hundred years. He was very intellectual." Izuru sighed.
"Please, Taichou, now is not really the time to joke around like this." he said, holding out a hand to help his Captain stand up. Ignoring it, Gin stayed on the ground, looking up into the sky that could be see through the tree branches.
"Ah'm famished, Izuru." Gin said, after a few seconds. "Ya know what Ah could really go fer right now?" Izuru sighed again. Games. That's all he ever wanted to play. And Izuru hated guessing games the most.
"What, Taichou?" he asked. Before he realized what was happening, his Captain had flipped himself to be on top of the blond adjunct, pushing him to the ground.
"Mah I-zu-ru." Gin said playfully, keeping a firm grip on Izuru's wrists, completely pinning him. Izuru gasped at the sudden weight on top of him, but eagerly allowed Gin's tongue access into his mouth. The two wrapped around each other passionately, Izuru grasping onto his Captain's haori tightly as Gin started to grind into his Lieutenant, adding to the already wonderful kisses.
Izuru closed his eyes. He could barely breath between the dry thrusts of his Captain and the suffocatingly delicious mouth that was on his own lips. It wasn't until the man on top of him paused for a breather that he opened his eyes again. They were both breathing heavily, trying to catch fresh air. Izuru couldn't help but give a small smile at his Captain, who, of course, was smiling back.
"Izuru-" Gin mumbled out, before suddenly being interrupted by a loud growling noise. Surprised, Izuru looked around for the source of the sound to find nothing around them that could have made such a noise. He looked back at his Captain, to find his smile almost gone. Izuru frowned in turn.
"It seems Ah really am hungry, Izuru." the silver haired Captain said, getting off of his Lieutenant. He laid down on the grass. "What Ah could go fer right now is some dried persimmons." he muttered to himself, turning away from Izuru and onto his side. Izuru sat up.
"Shall I grab some from the Division barracks and bring them to you, Taichou?" he asked. Gin turned back towards his adjunct, smiling his evil little smile.
"Nah, Ah know a better place." he said, jumping up quickly, suddenly full of energy. "It's in tha next district over, though." Izuru also stood up, although slightly wary. After all, they did still have a job to do.
"We should be returning to the division, Taichou." Izuru said, trying to persuade his Captain to come with him. Gin pouted and grabbed Izuru's arm, dragging him in the opposite direction of Seireitei.
"Tha bandanna guy can tidy up." he said, ignoring Izuru's protests. After a few hard tugs, Izuru finally relented, and was whisked off towards the 64th district of the Northern Rukongai, Nekomame. Izuru had never gone at such a pace before, that he felt as if his hand would fall off at the wrist. Looking around, he could only think of what the souls in the Rukongai were thinking.
As they finally slowed down, Izuru noticed that they were surrounded by persimmon trees, the smell of them making him gag.
"Taichou?" Izuru asked, as he felt his hand being released from the iron tight grip. He looked up at his Captain, who suddenly had lost his smile as he stared off at the trees. He stood their, limp, as if he was lost in the wind, remembering back to his past of being a Rukongai rat.
"Me n' Ran," Gin muttered. Izuru strained to hear him, it seemed he was talking more to himself rather than to his Lieutenant. "The first batch of persimmons we stole. Then, we planted those seeds, ta grow our own trees." He spread out his arms, stretching, his energy coming back to him. With one large leap, Gin lathed onto the trunk of one of the trees and grabbed at the fruits.
"Catch, Izuru!" Gin called out playfully. Frantically, Izuru ran from side to side, catching the horrendous items and gently placing them on the ground.
"Taichou, please!" Izuru exclaimed as he caught the sixth persimmon. "Please compose yourself!" Frowning slightly, Gin jumped out of the tree and landed next to his adjunct, picking up the fallen fruit and cradling them in his arms like a little infant.
"Follow meh, Izuru." Gin said, his smile returning. He walked past Izuru towards a small shack that was hidden behind the trees, so well that even the Lieutenant of the Third Division hadn't noticed it at first. Gin slammed open the door and peered in, checking for any Rukongai cretins who may have taken lodging inside. But it seemed the house was hidden well enough. It was quite empty.
"In ya go!" Gin said, motioning for is Lieutenant to enter first. Knees knocking slightly, Izuru entered the dwelling and looked around. It was small and shabby with a simple fireplace in the middle of the room. Worn and moth eaten blankets were tossed to the side, and the whole place smelled of mildew.
"It seems Ah have a slight dilemma, Izuru." The Third Division Captain said, sliding the door closed behind him. "On one hand, Ah'm quite eager ta eat mah persimmons, although they're not dried. On tha other hand, Ah'm really anxious ta devour mah shakin' little Lieutenant." he licked his lips. Izuru smiled slightly, trying to follow Gin's flow, worried about the outcome of the Captain's train of thought.
Gin grinned and placed the persimmons on the floor, advancing onto Izuru. The blond shinigami laid down still, not wanting to struggle against the older, more adept person. Gin leaned into Izuru, pressing his eagerly licked lips onto the shivering ones. Izuru opened his mouth slightly, allowing Gin access inside, his long tongue swirling around Izuru's teeth and cheeks, like a snake's. While his mouth was occupied, Gin let his hands wander around Izuru's body, enticing him to flinch whenever those cold hands hit a sweet and sensitive spot.
He grabbed at Izuru's obi and tugged it loose, grabbing the hakama and throwing it off of him. Izuru gasped slightly as Gin's hands also tore off his fundoshi, leaving him completely open in front of his Captain, already dripping wet. Gin pulled away from Izuru's lips, and wrenched open his kosode, placing kisses down the poor adjunct's chest. Izuru couldn't do anything but moan, enticed enough already.
As Gin reached Izuru's already throbbing erection, he gently kissed around it, rubbing his nose in the patches of hair, licking at the pre come that had dripped onto Izuru's thighs. With one hand, he started to stroke at the stiff member, trying to excite him more, as his other hand reached for his pile of persimmons. Izuru, breathing heavily and losing brain function already, looked up at his Captain, and saw that mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Ah thought of a way ta have both of ya." Gin said, smiling wider. He crushed the persimmon he had in his left hand, letting the juices drip out through his fingers. Discarding the seeds inside, he switched hands, placing his left hand on Izuru's shaft, and rubbing the persimmon juice all over him, lubricating him. Gin licked his lips in delight. He grabbed another persimmon and bit into it, letting the juice slick up the inside of his mouth as well, for double the flavor. Izuru closed his eyes, not trusting himself to even protest at what was happening to him. Why did it have to be persimmons?
The adjunct let out a loud moan as he felt the warm tongue of his Captain wrap itself around his member, bringing it into his mouth. Izuru frantically moved his arms about, trying to find something to hold onto on the ground, to keep some sort of grasp on his surroundings. He clawed at the loose floorboard, gripping it tightly as Gin started to bob up and down, taking in Izuru completely.
The Third Division Captain was ecstatic. He had never thought to do this with persimmons as a lubricant before. Perhaps if he had thought of it earlier, he would have enjoyed it more back when he was learning from Aizen. He grasped Izuru's hips firmly with his hands and moved his head faster, his lips smacking the base of Izuru's groin, licking off the persimmon juice from the inside. Izuru moaned at the sensation, feeling as if he was almost on the verge of erupting out.
"Ichi-ah-ah-Ichimaru-Tai-Tai-Taichou-Gin!" Izuru spurted out, as he felt himself reaching his climax. As Izuru prepared himself for release, Gin let him go and pulled away, licking his lips. Izuru screamed in frustration, as he felt the warmth go away and the cold wind hit his aching member.
"Taichou~" Izuru moaned, clawing at his Captain's shihakusho from where he was laying, his fingers only inches away. "Please, please let me finish-" he pleaded, almost crying. Gin smiled and shook his head.
"Now, where's tha fun in that?" he asked. He crouched down and flicked Izuru's still erect woody, eliciting a cry of pain from the poor adjunct. Standing up and adjusting his haori, Gin made his way for the door, grabbing the persimmons on the way.
"Feel free ta stay here as long as ya'd like." he said, smiling brightly. "No one ever comes here." he stepped out of the shack and peered in once more before closing the door behind him, taking a large bite out of the fruit in his hand.
"Ah look forward ta tomorrow, I-zu-ru."